WILLOW“Could you move that a little to the right, please?” A frown made its way to my face almost immediately. They’d done what I asked them to do, but it wasn’t looking how I’d pictured it in my head. Gesturing to the vase, I motioned to the left. “No, take it back a bit. Yes, a little to the left.”I stifled a groan the moment they were done. It still wasn’t right. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the perfect position to keep the vase. “That’s fine.” I sighed, finally giving up. The nerves were getting to me. “Just leave it as it is and make sure everything else is perfect. Nothing must go wrong tonight. Do you understand?” “Yes, ma’am.” The maids nodded in unison before dispersing to get everything else done. “You.” I pointed to another maid. “Make sure these glasses are sparkling before I get back.” I ran my thumb over the rim of a glass nestled on the buffer table. From where I stood, it looked clean enough, but I wanted everything in there to shine. Tonight must be
Willow. I swallowed as Carter walked towards us. He was still a good distance from us, but it wasn't enough to dull the rage that radiated from him. His eyes held nothing but fury in them and for a split second, I wondered who it was trained at. Me, or Asher. I snuck a glance at the man by my side. He didn't look at all fazed by Carter's mini outburst. If anything, he looked more relaxed, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, almost like he was expecting Carter to do something. Something tugged in my mind and I glanced at my waist. Asher's hand were still wrapped around me. I froze, but peeled bis hand from my body almost immediately, but it was too late. Carter had already seen it and from the looks of things, he didn't seem very pleased. I shifted awkwardly on my heels as I waited for Carter to walk up to us. In nothing less than three strides, hr was standing. Right next to Asher and I.“Carter.” Asher spoke up first. His voice was low, dangerously low if you asked me. “It's
Willow's Pov Carter's room was enormous. I'd never been in it before. The bed alone took up nearly half the space which was perfect, even if we did sleep on the same bed, we wouldn't be too close to each other. The creamy white sheets felt soft and comfortable,I had to hold myself back from jumping into them. Just as Carter had said, my things had been transferred to his room. My bathrobe was hung beside his in the bathroom and my fluffy white slip ons were placed just underneath my side of the bed. My makeup kit and skin care products were neatly arranged on a bigger and more beautiful dressing table. I had stared at it in awe when I first entered. The ornate wood was intricately carved with beautiful images of birds and flowers and the wood curved out into two swans perched atop the big mirror. It even had lights affixed to the edges. It looked like something out of a movie star's dressing room. It was obviously new, as were a lot of things in the room. There was
WillowI stayed still, completely silent for a while as I tried to process what I had just heard Carter say. This couldn't possibly be happening to me.This had to be a joke.For goddess sake, how was this non consensual marriage increasingly getting from bad to worse? I was barely done with my anger towards Carter for deciding to marry me against my will and now I had to deal with this too?I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs how I wasn't comfortable with any of this. I wanted to hurl a mug at the wall. Toss something on the ground, smash everything I saw in my way. I wanted to throw a tantrum but all I could do was stare in disbelief. There had to be a way out of this because there was no way in hell I was getting marked by Carter, there was no way in hell I was staying in this marriage, if I could even call it that.A marriage I had not signed up for, it was more of an abduction than a marriage.I let out a controlled sigh, trying to control my breathing bu
Willow's I woke up to the sun's blinding shine.I sat up and glanced over at Carter's side of the bed and he wasn't there.He hadn't come back to the room last night after he'd stormed out and I felt some type of way about it. I wasn't sure how to feel, if I was being honest. On one hand I was happy for the quiet that came with the morning. It gave me ample time to reflect on last night's events, and on the other hand, I was sad. Sad because I had said some harsh words to him last night. Honestly,I didn't regret any of them. They were the truth. He was using me and whether or not he cared about me was inconsequential especially since he was so adamant about pleasing his mother. He was getting more and more ridiculous.How could he expect me to be okay with these chains of events?Did he not realize I had a heart and marrying me against my will too? What the hell was that? Were we in some kind of twisted fairytale? I stretched in my bed and stood up, put in my fuzzy slippers and went
WillowThe world around me blurred immediately. I blinked back a couple of times, but it did nothing to ease my vision. instead, the more I blinked, the more blurry things got. I pressed a hand to my forehead. A dull throb was beginning to form and it was well on its way to spreading throughout my forehead. It hurt, but I didn't think anything could top the news I'd just heard right now. "If you so much as fail, then consider yourself no longer a part of this family." Clara's words echoed in my head, and the more it did, the more the weight of everything rested on my shoulders. Why did I have to go through all of this? Was this all some kind of a test? if it was, was the result worth it? Because there was no way I would be going through all of this and not get anything worthwhile out of it. it wasn't a secret that the circumstances around my marriage to Carter wasn't ideal, but that didn't mean I wanted to be chased out. I was literally all alone now. My hopes that Asher wou
CarterI sat at the bar in the dimly lit mansion, nursing my drink as I stared into the amber liquid swirling in the glass. The weight of recent events pressed heavily on my mind, yet I couldn't escape the thoughts that plagued me. Why had I done what I did? Was it worth it? Questions that clawed at my conscience, questions that I wished would fade away, but they didn't. Instead, the more I tried to get rid of the thoughts and questions, the more that ran through my mind. The sound of approaching footsteps disrupted my reverie, and I tensed slightly, already knowing who it was before he even spoke. Colin. Always with a knack for finding me when I least wanted to be found.He plopped down onto the seat beside me with an unceremonious thud, his presence looming large. "Carter, I'm not going to mince words with you." he began, his voice tinged with curiosity and accusation all at once. "Why the hell did you marry Willow in secret? And did you have to drug her?"I sighed inwardly, st
Willow I was in my room reading a book when I heard a quick knock on the door “Come in…” I saidMy heart pounded as I stared at the figure in the doorway, Sophie was staring at me with a huge smile on her face "Sophie?" I whispered, hardly daring to believe my eyes, I thought she left the other day.Sophie sauntered into the room with a mischievous grin, her voice tinged with a playful accent that was all too familiar. "Surprised to see me, Willow? Did you think you could get married without anyone finding out?"My mind raced, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions and questions flooding through me. Sophie was my blood sister, a part of my past that I had left behind when I moved away. How did she find out about the wedding? And why was she here now, at this crucial moment? Worse still, why is she sounding this way? Like a possessed child "Carter," I said, turning to my husband who had just entered the room, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "Hello,