A room all covered with black and white was neatly arranged, each part and art of that room screams wealth with a masculine vibe.  There hangs the famous painting 'The Card Players' of one of the famous artists Paul Cezanne on the left wall. It was a rare and most expensive masterpiece in the whole world.  Below that painting was a white console table with candle stands in the middle. In front of that table were king-size chairs with a small coffee table. In the middle, there was a king-size bed covered with black and white sheets and cushions. On the bedside table, two beautiful Japanese-style lamps were lit giving a unique charm to the room. There was a big study table made of the most expensive and beautiful wood "Bocote" in the right corner.  In the middle,  beautiful orange lilies were swaying with the light wind coming from the open door of the balcony. (A/N: Orange Flower symbolizes hatred, pride, and disdain)...

"Bella, where are you? Didn't I tell you to stay at home? Come to Deific Restaurant now." Mrs Smith whisper yelled on call and hung up without waiting for Bellamy's reply. "Mom, don't be angry. Sister will definitely come." Belle assured her mother with a sweet smile. "I wish Bellamy was as sensible as Belle." John sighed and looked at his son. "Father, Bellamy is intelligent, sensible, and presentable unlike this unfilial granddaughter of yours." Mr Smith snorted at Belle who looked down with an expression of hurt. Mrs Smith was about to argue when the door to the private room opened. Paul walked in with a bright smile on his wrinkled face. Behind him was the most handsome and cold-looking man. "John, my brother, sorry for making you all wait for too long." Paul apologized and hit his grandson to greet them. "Good afternoon!" Alaric greeted them with a straight face. Belle clandestinely peeked at him and her heart skipped a beat. His melodious voice and godly features lugged h

Time passed in a trick. It was the week of marriage when the nation's husband was going to get married. Words passed like fire. Girls from high society were envious of the bride. Bellamy was known as a bitch in the upper class but, no one dared to offend her, afraid of the consequences. As the chaos in the whole of New York City, the Smith mansion was also in chaos, not because of the marriage, but because of the hard news in the morning. Bellamy hadn't returned home since she left before meeting Alaric. "Mom, what is happening?" Belle walked downstairs, rubbing her eyes. She heard the morning commotion that disturbed her sleep. "Bellamy is out of reach. No one knows about her whereabouts. I should have locked her. If she did not return by evening, we Smiths will lose our face in front of the whole city." Mrs Smith covered her face and shook her head in guilt. "Mom, why don't we ask Tod? He must be aware of where she is." Belle suggested thoughtfully. "Were you aware of their hi

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In the middle of the night, a pair of predator's dark pitch eyes were boring holes in the soul of the stirring woman on the bed. Alaric took his time to examine Belle. "Why is it so dark?" Belle murmured. Her voice was a bit raspy. She gathered all her strength to move her aching back from the bed. "Annabelle Smith, welcome to the world of darkness." Alaric clicked the red button from the table, and the whole room lit up with bright light. Belle instantly became weary of his presence. His dark chuckle was scary enough to make one shudder. "What do you mean?" Belle bumped her brows together. Shouldn't he ask about her health instead of showing his sly smirk? Belle thought in her mind. Alaric did not answer her question and walked to where Belle was struggling. He put his hands on either side of Belle's pillow and inched closer to her face. His warm breath fanning across her neck sent tickles down her spine. "Dear wifey, if you are not mistaken, today is our wedding night. Shouldn't