Linda's p.o.v
Sitting on the silk and soft bed, I started thinking about today. The day was quite exhausting. The reception was dull and boring except for the father and daughter's dance. I enjoyed dancing with my first hero. He cracked some jokes and made me laugh.On the other hand Daniel avoided me. He never at once looked up at me whereas I watched his every move. He was so attractive and dashing that I could not take my eyes off of him. I could not deny the fact that I married the man I loved, and I was tremendously happy."Get off my bed you ugly gold duckling." His voice took me unawares. Did I mishear him? I got off the bed and looked at him. He was a red flag to a bull. I took a step forward but to my surprise he stepped back and glared at me as if I was a piece of shit who was making him nauseated. He was having difficulty handling his body. He was drunk. On the night of our wedding. My heart suddenly felt heavy. "Because of you I lost the one I love, you gold-planner. I lost my Rose. How dare you say yes to my father when I told you to deny to this offer him. Huh?" I was taken aback. He loved someone else.All of a sudden, the feeling of being unrequited hit me right in the core of my heart. My feet went cold, and I looked down in embarrassment. Why didn't he tell me? Was his dad unaware of this too?"Look at me when I'm talking to you. Look at your face, no one will say you are a gold-digging bitch." My eyes were filled with tears and I was left numb. "You could have said if you wanted money." He spoke."You think I marry you because of money." I realised my voice was cracking. I already wanted to leave from there. Staying would made feel ashamed and stupid. Neither he posted anything about his love life nor did anything about his relationship status come up on the news. "So what? Either for fame or for wealth. It must be one of these two."I shook my head. My heart could not take that. I loved him for years. If I wanted money I would have robbed him way before."Fine. Since you so much wanted this marriage, I'll show you how good I am as a husband. You will only face miseries with me."He stood so close to me that I could even smell his cologne. I looked up at him with fear. His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. "And don't you dare touch my things without my permission. I don't want your filthy hands to dirt my things." I gasped. He was drunk but he made sure I understood each and every word of his. "Undress yourself." I was left appalled. He laughed viciously and stumbled on his feet. He grabbed the lampost which was beautifully providing light to the room for support."What?"He could not stoop that low. "What happened darling?" He has the guts to mock me. He was about to touch my face, but I jerked his hand. "You wanted this right? You wanted this marriage. You wanted a husband. Aren't you happy I'm giving you what you want?" He smiled devilishly. Was that a slap on my face? I said I would fulfill all the desires of my husband and duties of a wife but how could I when my husband despised me to such an extent? I took a glance at him and he soon had a serious look on his face."I want you in my bed." Once again, he did not fail to surprise me."You are drunk." I was about to go when I felt a force pulling me and in just some seconds, I was pinned against the wall. "You don't have any other choice, sweetheart. Do you?" A flash of emotion swept over him. The odour of the alcohol was already hitting my nostril and I could sense my stomach turning. My heart started pounding. I had so many expectations and dreams but he was crushing each and every of them. "I did not know you love someone else otherwise I would not have married you." I said the last sentence in a low tone. "Oh shut up. Don't act so innocent. I sent you a letter through my personal assistant before going to France. I wrote everything in that letter. Stop acting as if you don't know anything." He spoke, not like a normal person but like a serpent who was spitting venom everytime he was opening his mouth.'Which letter was he talking about? I did not receive any letter. His assistant only told me that he did not want me to accept the marriage offer if I was forced to do this.'"I did not get any letter." I furrowed my eyebrows."So, you are telling me I shall doubt my faithful employee who worked for me for four years consecutively? Stop your act." He said and turned to go but before that he gave a warning to not tell his parents anything about this. His lawyer would prepare a contract for us. Basically, I was in a contract marriage. I sat down on the floor and let my tears fall. I could not get a divorce. 'What would I say to my father?' He would not be able to bear it.I loved Daniel but I could not keep him away from his love also. The way he acted proved that he loved that girl more than himself. The thought of being a third person in the relationship of Daniel and his love was already eerie to me. 'How could I digest the fact that I was simply merely a contracted bride in a loveless marriage?'I am the unwanted bride.Linda's p.o.vI half wondered if I was still dreaming. Sometimes dreams are better than realities. Slowly and hesitantly, I uncovered my face from the quilt. I blinked and blinked again until my eyes was comfortable enough to endure the bright light. I sat up to take in the rays of the light that burst through the glass of the window but instead I saw a figure sitting in front of me. His eyes were fixed on me. This time they were showing some kind of emotions, but were soon vanished. His eyes darkened and his face hardened into an expression of hatred. Once more, I was the enemy."Why didn't you stop me?" He asked andI furrowed my eyebrows in confusion."Why the hell didn't you stop me from sleeping withyou?" He ran his hand through his hair, frustration in every line of his body. How firmly he said thosewords.I tried to avoid his gaze."Answer me you duckling." Daniel almost shouted which made me shake like a leaf."I- you- we did not sleep together." Shakingly, I almost stammered
Linda's p.o.vWaking up can really be a torture sometimes. Especially when dreams are better than reality. But unfortunately, even the memory of the dreams fades away with time. In fact, nothing lasts. Everything in this world is temporary. Only true love lasts, which was not in my destiny.Three and half months had already passed and as he promised he did make my life a living hell within those months. Nothing had changed. Although he was not abusing me physically but somehow, his actions were emotionally affecting me. I did not even have any friend or relative with whom I could share my problems. I missed my childhood friend. Father's health had also deteriorated. Last time, I checked he was in the hospital. I could not tell him anything. I had no other choice but to bear all the sorrows alone.'Should I thank Daniel for making my life miserable or should I curse at myself for getting in this situation?'It has been three and a half months since I signed that contract. The contract
Daniel’s p.o.vEver since Linda showed up in my life, it became a living hell. I felt disgusted with myself for being married to her. I was betraying the one I truly loved. I should be marrying Rose instead of this ugly duckling. I didn't know why my dad did not choose Rose as my bride but her. The crying face of Rose when she discovered that I was getting married to another woman, was stuck in my mind. My father left me with no choice other than to tie the knot with this girl. If I disagreed, he would have transferred all the property to my younger brother's name. To be on the safe side, I asked Linda to say no for this wedding but to my disappointment, she did not and now she was in my house in the name of my wife. She merely destroyed my life and that would cost her a lot. During the wedding when I glared at her, her eyes were shining enthusiastically with an inner light and her smile only multiplied the softness of her gentle nature through every curve of her cheek.For a second
Linda's p.o.v"You are beautiful." Those words sent shivers down my spine. His voice was deep and seductive. Yet, the next moment, he stabbed me and stole my happiness. Still, he acknowledged my presence. He found me beautiful. That was enough for my heart to regain its strength. Sounding desperate was not what I wanted but getting a small attention from the person I yearned for was worth it at some point. "Were you adopted from the mental hospital or what?" Hearing his hoarse voice, my eyes shot open. I realised I was leaning against the car's window and we were still on the way to the social event."Sorry?" I looked at him."I said, were you adopted from the mental hospital?" He repeated himself and this time I heard him right.'Why would I be adopted from a mental hospital?'I kept staring at him for a moment and took out my phone to check if everything was okay with me. To my surprise, there was nothing
Daniel's p.o.vMy guilty conscience was mocking me for leaving Linda alone. The way her eyes were looking at me melted my heart. The way her chest was rising and falling while she was sleeping in the car was a huge distraction for me. Her pink lips were as if inviting me to chew it. She looked fully like a sleeping beauty.Everytime she was around, I felt the clock stop ticking. I had forgotten almost everything for a while when I held her waist and took pictures with her. We were just a real couple. There was no denying that she was looking stunning. She looked so happy then. I should not have left her there alone. It was her first time here and I didn't even know where she was. What was she doing? 'But then, why should I care?' Besides, it was her who wanted to come to the party so she can take her own responsibility and handle herself. But again, she was my wife. She did not seem like someone who would attend parties. She was supposed to be with me right now and yet I was here si
Linda's p.o.v"Don't look at me like that man, I'm asking what's mine, my wife." My eyes widened in horror. Max! Without losing time, I gazed at him. He looked as shocked as me. "Wife?" He cracked up with laughter. "Sorry bro but this girl is mine today. And as far as I know, doesn't a married woman wear a ring to indicate she is already taken?"Realisation hit me when I did not feel a low weight on my finger. My wedding band. I had removed it when I was taking a bath and forgot to put it back. I swallowed hard. This was not going to end well. Max looked at Daniel's hand and continued."Are you cheating on your wife? I can see a ring on yours though." I was standing there nervously like a stupid, playing with my fingers watching my husband and bestfriend arguing. I moved my eyes towards Daniel and what I saw was not something to appreciate. His knuckles turned white and he was giving Max death glare."May I ask who you are to question me?" Daniel was not someone who would back
Linda's p.o.vMy dream ended abruptly and harshly, as I was brought back to reality by the shafts of the light. My eyes shot open and I blinked through my eyelashes indistinctly. I laid on the couch, debating whether or not I should wake up. My muscles felt weak. I let out an exasperated sigh. 'What time was it?' I wanted to take the alarm in my hand but I could not. My whole body was aching and I could feel it burning yet I was dying with a cold. I tried to move but my head felt heavy. I touched my forehead to see if I had gotten a fever. I remembered that last night after I came to the room, I went to freshen up. After that I cried my eyes out for the last time.I had decided not to cry nor fight for Daniel anymore. I still loved him but I did a lot and I tolerated too much. It was high time to give up and start a new beginning. I took a glance at the bed next to me. It was clean and soft. 'Didn't Daniel come to sleep last night?? Obviously why would he?'I made an effort to sit on
Linda's p.o.v Three weeks had already passed and I did not see Daniel. The last time I saw him was when I fainted. Yet, he made sure that I was taking my medicines by sending Amanda to keep an eye on me until he was completely convinced that I was fully cured. It was something strange, but I understood that I was a pawn to him, and I needed to stay safe so that I could play the game. I avoided talking to Mary and Brant also. Whenever they come for a visit, I go downstairs to have breakfast after they have already had theirs. My heart hurts. I thought I had found my mother in Mary, but a daughter would never try to hurt her mother.Brant was someone who would never let me miss my father and here I was playing with their feelings. Every time they would call me downstairs I would make an excuse. Brant barely talks to me whereas Mary still thinks that there was something wrong with me.Beep!The sound of my mobile disturbed me. I took it and the call was from an unknown number. "Hell