" Aren't you being hard on yourself?"Gallian grabs her hand to walk her through the auction area as they are going to participate as married couples. " Please restrain your curiosity when we are in business! Please lead the way, Honey!"Gallian sighs deeply watching her being in her straight face, as professional as a person can be. The disguise they are in belongs to dead couples who died a few years ago. There is no data about their identity in the database, so it is perfect for them to use." Are you going to buy that necklace?" Gallian asks, his eyes scanning people who are walking behind or ahead of them. " I heard it's a rare diamond. I don't mind!"She responds with a polite and loving tone. " I can buy it for you. If you wish, If you REALLY wish!"Oryx's eyes go to Gallian who is staring at her profoundly. No acting or any faking. He blushed when she spoke lovingly, and now she can see his flustered face. " Thank you!" She responds dryly, and strides inside.Everyone in
At night...Oryx's eyes are on the torn-apart box that he ordered online. Her jaws clenched finding her favourite vase that she found after two months of searching on the floor, shattered into pieces. She was preparing to gift it to one of her Chinese friends who likes to collect antiques. " What did you do with my vase?" Her body shakes with anger, unable to hold it in.Liliana who is staring at the pieces of Vase looks up. " It's just a vase. I can buy you another one. Why are you glaring at me?"She gets up, with no regrets about her complexion. Everyone in this house saw how crazily she opened it and crashed it on the floor without any second thoughts." Buy me another one? Who the hell give you the right to open my parcel, You damn!"Oryx groans in anger, tears unintentionally gathering around her eyes as she realizes she is unable to get this masterpiece again." Did you just curse me for a mere Vase? You shameless wo-"A slap across Liliana's face fell, Oryx didn't want to cho
In the dim-lit bathroom, she surrenders to the cascading cold water, its touch gently embracing her fatigued form. Each drop seemed to carry away the weight of the chaotic day, as her tired eyes flutter shut, granting solace to a soul yearning for respite. With the water's rhythmic cadence in the hushed serenity, her breath finds a haven, a soft snore echoing the arrival of a coveted, eternal sleep.Half an hour later...A barely audible creak announces the door's gentle movement, revealing a figure that enters the room without a whisper. Silhouetted against the muted light. On the nightstand, a diminutive purple box finds its designated space, a subtle addition that speaks volumes in the quiet narrative of the room." Oryx!?"Marquis, his eyes methodically sweeping the room, beckons her name with a tone edged in concern. A symphony of raised eyebrows punctuates his features, an intricate dance of curiosity and worry, drawn toward the unruly water now spilling out of the bathroom, its
In the aftermath of the scandalous incidents yesterday, the pressure is mounting on everyone to make a public appearance as soon as possible. The higher-ups and fellow politicians are pushing for a united front, brushing aside any excuses. "It's your first public appearance as a couple; don't mess things up!" Her mother's stern voice echoes in the changing room as she places a dress before her daughter. The color is scrutinized carefully, with an emphasis on ensuring it complements her body tone. It's a moment of both personal and political significance, with appearances now carrying an added weight.The lingering excuse that Oryx is not yet comfortable with public appearances is no longer valid. The unfolding events have thrust them into the spotlight, demanding a response. The coming public appearance is not just about personal image; it's a strategic move in the political chess game that requires careful consideration and precise execution.Oryx, standing before the mirror, sighs
Oryx's heart pounds wildly against her chest as Marquis's hand gently encircles her waist, holding her with both tenderness and respect. The incessant flashes of cameras illuminates the scene around them, creating a surreal ambiance. However, she can't bring herself to meet Marquis's intense gaze; he is staring at her with a depth that seems to reach into her very soul.This isn't a contrived stare; the touch around her waist feels genuine and unforced. Oryx senses the sincerity in Marquis's recent actions towards her. It leaves her unsettled, introducing a layer of complexity to her carefully laid-out plan.The cameraman chuckles, his laughter blending with the distant hum of camera shutters. "That's so graceful to watch. Look at Ms. Turner. She is blushing red!"Oryx, enveloped in a sudden spotlight of attention, doesn't utter a word. Instead, she allows her head to dip slightly, her gaze finding refuge in the ground below. A shy smile plays on her lips, a silent acknowledgment of t
" I have to leave now. Mom is waiting for you in her car."A phone call, which appears as " Liliana" on his phone screen, makes Marquis leave Oryx's side as soon as possible. The moment he received the call, he acted as a perfect husband before the guest disappeared. Now, he is heading out without any better explanation. She had already realized, that the moments she had spent with him last two hours, were all fake to him but to her, it's her forever sweet memories." Mom!" Wearing a mask of a sweet smile, covering her deepest sadness, she moves to the car. The appointment with her mother-in-law is still available." My Sweetest!" Mrs. Williamson extends her hand, with genuine care for her, and she hugs Oryx. " You must have been worried about the party. I am sorry that I didn't push Marquis more to help you out!"" No. Mom. It's fine." She smiles bitterly. " It's not fine. I know that Marquis has been neglecting you. We aren't blind. Just we don't know what possibly we should do t
Her tired body somehow manages to crawl into the house after a long day at the hospital. The weight of the day's pressure weighs heavily on Oryx, and all she yearns for is the comfort of her own bed.Like any other human, she craves rest, love, and affection from someone waiting at home. Unfortunately, luck hasn't placed that someone in her life.She trudges towards her room, hastily tying her hair into a messy bun, her fingers instinctively touching the necklace she received as a cherished gift from Marquis.With a weary sigh, stretching her fatigued arms, she resigns herself to enter. However, a sudden realization grips her as she notices the door—it's unlocked.Immediately on high alert, Oryx steps cautiously into her home, noticing the absence of any workers downstairs. Concern grips her—could someone have broken in?Suspiciously, she tiptoes towards the partially open door, nudging it slightly with a silent creak. Startled, she jumps in place at the sound of a whisper."Happy bir
Gallian's fingers tremble slightly as he reaches out, a futile attempt to grasp the elusive silhouette of Oryx lingering in his mind. The soft cadence of the curtain's dance with the wind mirrors the tumultuous rhythm of his emotions.He watches his hand, his yearning palpable, yet his touch unable to bridge the impassable distance separating him from Oryx. Her presence, an intangible force, eludes his grasp, leaving a hollow ache in his chest.Every flicker of the room's bulb casts fleeting shadows across his face, echoing the fleeting hope of seizing her heart. He knows the truth, anchored in the certainty that the person she desires, Marquis, remains an unattainable aspiration.Amidst the chance dangling within his reach, a daunting realization looms—a challenge more formidable than seizing the moment—dealing with the impregnable fortress that is Oryx. Unlike others who would surrender their affections to care, she stands resolute, guarding her heart against any trespass.But why?G