Ryan...
In the morning, the view of the room appeared more beautiful. The sunlight that drifted through the curtains kissed Laura's sleeping face.
The sleeping beauty was my wife. I suddenly felt so proud of myself. Her long lashes were perfectly shut, her cherry pink lips were slightly parted. The white shirt hung off her thin frame and the cotton shorts showed off her long legs. And the clothes were still there because at night, I didn't touch her. I really didn't. I had gone too far but came out to be lucky enough that she didn't slap me after I hugged her.
Instead of beating around the bushes with my hug, I couldn't reckon why she cuddled me when she was asleep. It was overwhelming once again.
"What are you staring at?" At her sudden voice, I almost jumped. She had her eyes closed. Jeez. How did she notice? Or was she pretending to sleep?
I exhaled a relieved breath and slipped out of the blanket. "Why didn't you tell me that you are awak
Laura...I was stiffened in place seeing Aaron in front of me. What was he doing here? Did he know I am here?It was too surprising to believe that it's just a coincidence."Laura." Aaron finally parted his glued lips. He was as shocked as I was. "What are you doing here?"I was supposed to ask that question. Instead, I felt guilty and started stuttering. "I-I... am here for my honeymoon.""What?" Aaron almost shouted as he stepped close to me, glaring at me murderously. "What did you say?" His voice sounded fierce.I garnered my courage and dared to look into his eyes. "What are you doing here?""Don't change the damn topic. With whom you are here?" He again shouted and it brought tears to my eyes.The people around us were staring at me. How could he always humiliate me like this?"Of course, her husband." Ryan was the one to retort as he walked by my side. My heart felt at ease, it really did. "With whom do you
Ryan..."Laura," I called her from behind when she was walking towards our villa at a fast pace. After she saw the girl, her face had been so straight and even more expressionless.She wasn't okay. I could feel her. I certainly could feel the pain she was going through. And I wished I could lessen it. Though she might pretend that she was okay, I assumed she wasn't."What?" She didn't look back and continued walking.I had been struggling to reach her. So rushing to her, I held her hand and decreased her speed a bit. "I do have long legs. But I don't have much energy to chase you, Laura.""Who told you to chase me, anyway? Chase the girl, instead." She said, shooting me a murderous glare.I clenched my jaw in confusion. "Which one?" I didn't remember talking about chasing any girl before."The girl who was so happy to see you right now. And you too." She mumbled, looked really pissed off. There wasn't anything to get pissed or get mad
Laura...Richard! I had heard this surname before. It was like years ago and I was quite sure that I did. His face wasn't a vivid memory but the name was. How come I didn't ask his full name yet? It was embarrassing."Ryan... have you ever seen me before?" I asked after we entered the little, cute villa.He nodded, placing his jacket on the couch. "Yeah. Of course."My jaw tightened. "When?"He remained silent for a while before parting his lips again. "A long ago."Of course, it was a long ago and that was why I couldn't remember it. "Where was it?"This time, he chuckled at my curiosity. But it seemed so dry and unreal. "In the club."I narrowed my gaze, realizing the playfulness of his voice. "No... before that!"He didn't reply and walked towards the mini handmade kitchen where he grabbed a glass and placed it on the cabinet. My gaze followed him quietly."Laura?" He called me as he opened the cap of the juice
Ryan...In the evening, we reached the west club where the party was supposed to be held. The club was significant, the music was all over the floors with colorful spotlights. Only a few people were hooking up, others were busy dancing, drinking. The aura seemed so typical and as a result, I doubted if she had pranked us or not.My suspicion came to a conclusion when I found Serene dancing behind Aaron. They both looked like two grown-up drunkard people enjoying the beats in their own worlds, not caring about anyone. I was right, it was just a regular party. Nothing was special."What are you thinking?" Beside me, Laura looked up at me as she wrapped her hands around my arm. She got my heart beating loud. It was new and foreign among these regular stuffs.Swallowing a gulp, I met her gaze. "Shall we go in?" She nodded and we started approaching the couple. But before we could do so, noticing us, Serene stopped dancing and ran to us, leaving her fiance on
"Laura, your groom has arrived." Someone shouted and the voice echoed from the hallway, erecting the awareness inside me. But I didn't care, nor I wanted to know who the hell was it.I just looked at the sleek glass in front of me, which was portraying the dolled up me. Wearing an elegant white stripless gown, cascade out towards the ground, putting on a two tier veil and the sheer tiara on my head, with light makeup on my face.Yes. Today is my wedding. Of course, neither with the person I love nor the person who loves me. It's with the person who was completely unfamiliar to me.Strange, isn't it? I can marry anyone else except the person I love. It's the damn warning.Aaron Rodgers. He is rich, good looking, qualified enough to marry me. Most importantly, I love him, he loves me.Business competitor! Is it all that matters? Is it the only reason that I can't marry him? Is it the only reason that my family said if I marry him, I will lose them? I don'
Laura...When dad walked me down the aisle to the traditional wedding song, I could hear the chatter of the hundreds of people inside the church.Was I nervous? Was I excited? Was I going through those feelings that every bride goes through? No, not at all. I felt very cold inside my heart that could eat up all my feelings that were supposed to dispute now.My dad squeezed my hand softly before he passed my hand to my would-be husband. As he held my hand, I finally looked up at the guy in front of me through the veil that was covering my eyes. He was looking handsome in that black suit with his white bow tie.There are bunches of guys out there to want to marry me. But among them, I chose him. Even though I know he is useless, I want him to marry me.Maybe it was my stubbornness to make it unpleasant for my family, marrying a jobless guy who is unqualified and inappropriate for Allen Family. Maybe for me, it was kinda revenge that could please my heart
Laura..."Ryan Richard, will you have this woman, Laura Allen, to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage, will you love her, comfort her, honour her and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, so long as you both shall live?" The priest's voice pulled me to reality from the deep ocean of my thoughts."I do," Ryan said with a very calm voice, his head held low.My heart started thumping against my chest fast as the priest looked at me. "Laura Allen, will you have this man, Ryan Richard, to be your wedded husband, to live together in marriage, will you love him, comfort him, honour him and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, so long as you both shall live?"My hands clenched into fists, my heart started bleeding as I forced myself to let the two simple words out. "I do." And it's done.Alex, his best friend who was the best man today handed us the rings.I extended my hand to him and he slipped th
Laura...The room was deafeningly silent. I couldn't even hear my heartbeats. It feels like concrete drying in my chest.I looked up and scanned the luxurious bedroom, adorned with flowers in every corner. Allen Group has a 60% share of Sea Queen 5-star hotel, so I should spend my first night here. Actually, I must. The hotel was as huge as a palace, rooms are so beautiful with Italian furnishings, black leather furniture, white shining marble on the floor, which reflected like a mirror,But there I was burdened by the weight of my shattered heart, wrapped in an expensive creation of a designer, sitting on a bed decorated with rose petals. It suffocated me like hell. I hate roses. I hate flowers. Why? I don't know. I am just not interested.When I was about to move and get up from the damn bed, I was interjected by the sound of the door opening swiftly by the man who is officially my husband for a few hours, he stepped in,With every step bringing him c