When Elijah said this was going to be a formal dinner party, he was not joking. The mood in the large dining room felt more like a meeting instead of a dinner party.Everyone sat around the dining table, filling each chair.At the head of the table, a scary man sat. Elijah had greeted the man by his name, letting me know that the man's name was Dante.I'm pretty sure I've heard that name before and I know that it was a name to be feared.Even if I didn't know his name, the mere fact that he was sitting at the head of the table in the Williamson's Mansion instead of my grandfather, spoke a lot.Dante was sitting at the head of the table.On his left, My grandfather Albert sat with My mother. Since my Grandfather and mother didn't have a life partner anymore, they represented the Williamson's family name.Next to them, Jacopo Nicolo sat with my sister Elizabeth, who's been glancing our direction since we sat down.To Dante's right, Elijah and I sat next to each other, making me underst
Elijah Smith...It took about thirty minutes for the cook to make my wife her dinner. I felt bad enough for having to take her out with such a short notice, I was not going to have her sit around the table and watch others eat.The entire situation puzzled me. I'd already assumed that there was some kind of tension between Ella and her family. My assumption was getting stronger after I heard the short conversation Ella had with her sister in the bathroom and the camera feed Cane managed to get his hands on.But inviting her home and forcing her to sit with her arms crossed was the final draw.When the food arrived in front of Ella, I saw that the cook had made her egg fried rice."I truly apologize for the mistake." The cook bowed his head before he left my wife's side and walked around the large table to give Elizabeth a plate with the same food as Ella's on it.I looked at Elizabeth curiously.I was sure I'd seen her eat before I called the Williamson's out, and now
I stood by the corner of the sitting room with my arms crossed over my chest. Annoyance was burning my heart as I moved my eyes across the room. Not having my eyes on Ella was going to drive me insane.Dante walked over to me and stood with his back pressed against the wall."You seem annoyed." He commented."Yeah, annoyed at you." I replied, making Dante chuckle."Oh please, the man wanted to speak with his granddaughter for a while. Why should I stop him from doing so"? He asked.I couldn't stop myself from clenching my jaw in annoyance.After the meeting was done, Albert suddenly wanted to speak with Ella alone. While I wanted to say no, Dante jumped in first and said that it was fine.I don't mind Ella speaking with her grandfather. I just didn't like the fact that he wanted to speak to her alone.I'd returned to the sitting room just in time to watch Ella being told by one of the guards that Albert wanted to speak to her.I'd seen her eye move around the men until they settled o
Ella Williamson.I looked down at the box I'd placed on my lap with broken eyes. The mere thought of my father leaving me something truly saddened me.I hadn't expected my grandfather to speak to me all on my own, especially since Elijah constantly warned me not to walk off. But seeing as he gave me his permission to go, I'd wanted to see how my grandfather's health was.I did not expect him to whip out the box and demand I take it.After Elijah and I got back to the Mansion, I got out of the car and came straight to the room. I made my way to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, seeking some sort of privacy as I tried to sort through my mixed feelings.I sat on the edge of the bathtub and placed the flat black box on my lap. That was about thirty minutes ago.Letting out a sigh, I slowly opened the box and looked in again, wondering why my father would leave me this.He should have known better than to waste his money on a necklace I wouldn't wear.The silver circular pendant
Elijah Smith...I couldn't get enough of this woman. Even as I held her in my arms, I yearned for her more.Even with my lips pressed against her, I couldn't get enough.I felt Ella relaxing in my hold, giving her all to the kiss we were sharing.I'd brushed my teeth while she was in the walk in closet so I could get rid of the seafood I ate... Just so I would kiss her lips.I couldn't understand how she'd managed to grab ahold of me without actually using her hands. My sanity was very limited when I'm with her.Holding her hand wasn't enough at all.By the time I finally pulled my lips off of Ella, we were both breathless. Pressing my forehead against Ella's, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of my wife in my arms.I was surprised that Ella didn't pull away from me.I slightly pulled away and looked down at her.Ella opened her eyes and stared at me with those breathtaking blue orbs.I glanced at the room I prepared for Ella before I looked back at her."Do you like the room
Ella Williamson...The first thing I did the moment I woke up was drag my third suitcase to my new working space.I have to be honest, I woke up a bit too early because I was too excited. Even Elijah wasn't up. I had to slowly get out of his hold to make my way to the walk in closet, but I had a feeling that my movement might have waken him up.I wanted to throw myself in to my painting and forget about the complications of the past few days.I really didn't want to go to the lunch Elizabeth invited me to. The last thing I wanted to do was sit around with a bunch of strangers and pretend like their attention doesn't make me sweat.That, and the fact that Elizabeth was changing a lot was another reason I didn't want to go.I set up my art studio and emptied my third suitcase. Once everything was in place, I was ready to work.I stood near the large window, admiring the beauty the garden provided. It truly was the best spot for me, except I couldn't think about what I sh
I really regret it already.I sat around a circular table with the other wives and I couldn't stop my left knee from bouncing.Almost all the wives were present, both the old wives and the young wives.From what little I know, most of the Old wives are mother-in-law to most of the young wives, which was why a lot of the younger women were wary while they spoke.I looked around the table.Some of the wives were out going and loud. They spoke freely without any care for the world.Some were gentle spoken and graceful, dabbing the corner of their lips with their cloth napkins after every single bite.Some were assessing everyone with pointed eyes, glaring at anyone who would laugh, smirking at anyone who would stutter and rolling their eyes at anyone who would brag about a new finding.Some of the wives were quite and only spoke when they were spoken to, too shy to speak up on their own.Then there was me.I wasn't out going. I wasn't gentle spoken. I wasn't assessing anyone and I wasn't
I watched Cilvia leave with confusion written all over my face. Something about that woman really made me feel unease.Reaching in to my handbag, I took out my phone and looked at the video she sent me.I saw that it was a ten minute long video and there was no way I was going to stand in the bathroom to watch it.I thought about leaving the video alone. Something told me that nothing good could come from watching it.Alas, I disappointedly lost the battle against my curiosity. Letting out a sigh, I walked over to the last stall and stepped in. After closing the door, I sat down on the closed lid and looked down at my phone.Before I could open the video, I heard the door open and a few high heels clicked in to the bathroom before it closed."It's tense out there." One of the younger wives commented."Tell me about it." Another one added. "I wouldn't have come if I knew Cilvia would be here. She's scary.""I know right." A third wife sighed. "I thought today would be an easy lunch. I