Tristan was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand, his wet hair falling over his eyes as he glanced at the digital clock on the table in front of him. It blinked nine. Tristan frowned at the clock because as far as he knew, Florence is usually done with her classes before six in the evening and in extreme cases by seven. He hadn't had his dinner yet and he was looking at the door far too often. He didn't know why he was acting protective towards her , maybe because she was his responsibility or maybe because she is too young to be in his world. Not to forget that she would be an easy target for his enemies . He didn't even want to think about the circumstances. Just as he was about to call Florence, the door of his penthouse opened and in came Florence, who looked as if she was about to faint any second. A bile raised in Tristan's throat as he immediately stood from his place and threw the book carelessly on the sofa. "Where were you?" Tristan asked as he walked towards he
Florence began to work on her assignments all over again. The professor refused to extend the deadlines as it was against the rule to do so. She had cursed at the professor for being so strict but deep down she knew that no professor would help her out . It was going against the rule. She straightened her black blouse as she sat on the stairs right in front of a beautiful lake. It was one of the most amazing spots to paint and today Florence was painting a landscape which was also her assignment. This was her second time drawing the same drawing.Past few days have been a disaster. She wasn't able to sleep for even a second and now her eye lids were getting heavy. She could really use some sleep.She brought her black coffee to her , trying her best to remain calm . Past few days, she had not seen Tristan much . The said guy would always be busy with his work. Truth to be told, Tristan kind of gave off a vibe of a playboy and Florence had no idea whether her husband was really bu
Florence found herself standing in front of the mirror, dressed in white gown. It was a bride gown. It was beautiful and Florence thought that this dress was now a waste. She almost felt bad for that.The room was a chaotic mess but she stood calmly , observing herself in the mirror. Violet had made her look beautiful. The staff were running around the house of her in-law.Her off shoulder White gown highlighted her collarbone but she couldn't wait to take this gown off, it was too heavy for her. The gown was kind of irritating her skin as well.It was her wedding day and her groom had gone missing. She adjusted her hair a little as she looked at her mother who was sitting on the chair with her head in her hands. Her mother was about to lose a fortune, of course she would be sad.She wasn't surprised that Edwin, her fiance, disappeared. The man never wanted to marry her and he had subtly made it clear for her a lot of times by taking her on a date and not saying a single word to her
As she was still processing what was about to happen in her life, the door was opened. Florence looked at the door and there stood Tristan Black, her nightmare. The man was dressed in black dress shirt and slim fitted black pants. His hair was styled elegantly. His sharp brows were furrowed as he looked Florence. Florence hated how hot the man looked. She didn't like him but she wasn't blind to not notice that the man was actually quite beautiful. It was sad that he was just a pretty face with a trash like personality. The male had his brows furrowed together as he glared at his soon-to-be wife. Florence badly wanted to squirm under his gaze but she didn't want to give him any kind of satisfaction. His gaze was intense and it felt as if he was digging a hole in her body. He looked at her as if she was something that got stuck on the heels of his shoes."Oh! Tristan! Come in please!" Violet exclaimed, her voice filled with joy as she looked at her soon-to-be son-in-law. Florence ,
The penthouse was classy as expected by Tristan Black. The walls were painted off white and the furniture was black. It had a vintage hint to it and Florence was kind of impressed by it. As they both stood in the hall with Tristan right beside Florence, Florence couldn't help but notice a fluffy gray bean bag sitting right beside a ceiling to floor window. The bean bag looked extremely cozy and Florence would love to get herself comfortable in it.Their wedding had ended an hour ago and because the world knew that this was a marriage of convenience, they didn't had to kiss. Florence was thankful for that. She didn't want to give her first kiss to someone she hated and to someone who hated her as well." This is my house." Tristan said , his words too close to her ear but she tried to not give him any reaction . Though she rolled her eyes at his words. " But you'll be living here too so make yourself comfortable. " He added and this time Florence rolled her eyes again. What a jerk.Sh
Florence found herself sitting on the chair in Tristan's lawyer's office. She wore a black dress that made her looked sophisticated in her own way. She let her hair down .This morning Tristan made sure that Florence belongings are moved into his penthouse and Florence is thankful for that. She even tried to say her thank you to him but Tristan asked her to get ready for meeting his lawyer.So , now they both sat in front of the lawyer. The lawyer was female by the way and Florence had never thought that she would see a day where Tristan would be smiling but here they are.Her husband was way too friendly with his lawyer, Lavender. She was his school friend so that means that she was older than Florence but Lavender looked way more young than her age."Nice to meet you , Florence. I am Lavender Smith." Lavender greeted with a smile and judging by the way of how she acted, she didn't seem like a jerk." Likewise." Florence said and internally winced because she sounded way too rude tha
Tristan gritted his teeth as he sat on his chair in his office. His coat was placed on the chair as Tristan narrowed his eyes at the white wall of his office. Sunlight filtered into the office from the glass wall. Just like his apartment his office was sophisticated too. White , gray and black played in the office. His office room was big with a plush white sofa along with black tea table. Nothing too much, nothing too less.Tristan was hurt. He was hurt because of what Florence had said. How dare she!Did she mean it when she said that she would have loved to marry Edwin instead of him?Did she even know who Tristan Black was? He was one of the richest young businessmen . He was also on the list of top 10 most handsome rich bachelors. Girls are dying to be married to him.After their argument yesterday, Florence had locked herself up in her room and frankly speaking, Tristan didn't care much. He still believed that she had to do something about the disappearance of Edwin.Tri
Florence sat on the sofa, her eyes closed as she rested her head on the back of the sofa. It has been a day since she was married to that jerk and thankfully, the said jerk was in the office since the morning. She hadn't seen him much and for that she was thankful. It was already dark outside and Florence didn't bother to check the time because she had nothing to do. She had spent her entire day alone in the penthouse. She watched a few drama episodes to pass her time. She also explored the place.She was still in awe of this place. It was spacious and elegant . However , it lacks the feeling of being cozy enough to call home. Even though it was freezing outside, her intrusive thoughts said to dive in the pool of cold water. Maybe she just wanted to feel something after what happened but she wouldn't because it was freezing cold outside. Her thoughts were cut short after she heard the door flung open. She however didn't open her eyes. She heard footsteps, a little shuffling a