I slammed the door in frustration after she walked out of the room. I don't even know her name. I thought to distract myself from my beautiful wife, her blue eyes that couldn't peel off of me when I kissed her, sealing our wedding. She had been promised to me and there was no way out. Letting other women in my room was the only way to keep her away. She didn't need to worry about it. Soon, she would be aware of the hell she had chosen for herself.
I slithered my hand through my hair. I asked her to stay the night. So my wife could know that I wasn't into this wedding. I saw her, my wife walking out of my room. I don't know. How did she manage it? My lips curled up at her bravery.
'She's more clever than I imagined. And I shouldn't forget very gorgeous and f***able in her wedding gown.'
My phone began to ring. I scowled at the screen. I leaned forward and clenched my jaw. I grabbed it exasperatedly. I swiped my finger and hoisted it up to my ear, "Dad?" I glanced at my reflection and slipped my fingers in my hair, taming my messy hair.
'I don't want to talk to him. But I have no opinion. He's holding the key to my success. I want his company. Though, I don't need it. But there's another reason. I have to agree to this arranged marriage.'
"Where are you? Who's with you?" His voice was at the edge.
I clenched my hands. No one dared to talk to me like this. Not even my father! I crinkle my lips. "What are you saying, Dad?" I asked in confusion. Did she tell him? She knew to backbite too.
"Sienna has recently sent me some pictures of yours. You need to understand Edward one thing. I'm not giving you my company and that. If you couldn't save your wedding. You're welcomed home only with Sienna. I won't let you break the tradition of our family." He hung up after threatening me.
I felt anger rushing through me. My grip fastened around the phone.
'I'll break this Fucking chain. No divorce in our family. But I'm determined to break his tradition. I will get his company and…. '
"What the ****!" My phone shivered in my hand with my vexation. It was at the edge of breaking. Instantly, I clicked on the messages which I ignored before receiving his call. I hurtled my phone on the mattress. I'm gonna lose my temper. I strode out of the room.
I was so furious. I breathed slowly to calm myself before I pushed open the door of her room. She didn't need to see the giant warrior of me. First, she walked into my room uninvited, how the heck dared her to click my pictures and she sent them to my family?
'She's my wife but my family's choice, not mine.'
"Sienna," I tried to calm my voice but I failed. There's no sign of her. It made me more furious.
I walked back to my room. My gaze was blazing as they rested on my phone. I should be careful. I grabbed it. Immediately, I called the manager. Hoisting my phone against my ear, I strode out of my room again.
The room service providers were standing out of the door and looking at me with puzzled expressions. My gaze turned stoic on them.
"Where's my wife?" I asked.
They exchanged stares, still shocked. One of them stepped ahead, "Ma'am has recently checked out, Sir. She had booked a cab to the airport." He said.
"F***!" I hurried back to my room, hoisting the phone up to my ear again, "Jared, my wife has recently headed toward the airport. I want every single detail." I told him and disconnected the call. I was running out of time. I slithered it back into the pocket. She couldn't ruin everything.
'She's more intelligent than I imagined. I haven't any intention to cheat on her. Indeed, I haven't cheated on her. I'm not including the kiss. I couldn't neglect her distasteful gaze seeing royalty around her at our wedding hall. I myself love to live like a common man. We count on the billionaire list. I don't want a royal tag. I left it for my brother James. I am content to be a businessman and wanna concentrate on it only. '
My phone quivered. I took it out and stared at the screen. I pressed my lips right. 'Paris.' My lips twisted up in a small smirk.
'My wife wants to honeymoon in France. Not a bad choice. You'll never forget it, honey. I promise you.'
I flung my phone on the mattress. I didn't need to tell Jared what he should do next.
I rushed to the washroom. I needed to catch my flight. I couldn't take her blue eyes out of my mind when I was going to kiss her.
I showered with cold water. I needed to get rid of her. She couldn't be my center. I was kissing her but my wife was in my mind. I couldn't stop myself from roaming my gaze on her. She was looking like a doll in her silky short nightdress. That was for me. She's for me. I've changed my mind. I was thinking of her to be a rich, spoiled arrogant brat, but she's intelligent, beautiful. A perfect combination for me. You have managed to get away from here. But you can't escape from me. My dear wife! '
A proud smirk appeared on my lips. I grabbed a black designer suit.
'I'm coming for you, Wife! I haven't felt determination before for a woman. But for her! I should thank my father. Running away, you've given me a new aim.'
I headed out of the hotel. The manager nodded at me. I nodded back. Jared was already waiting for me there with my car. I took the back door. The media was waiting for us to come out of the hotel. After our first night!
'Perhaps! She wouldn't have done this if I hadn't invited that woman. I've never felt guilty before. I don't wanna consider her thoughts. She must be hurt. If not hurt, at least angry. I would like to make her mine. '
"Good morning, sir." He said with no expression on his face.
I arched my brows, "Did you get more information about her?" I advanced my hand to grab my keys from his hand.
"Yes, sir." He took out a black tablet from under his coat and handed it to me.
I stopped. My jaw hardened and my fingers tightened over it.
'I f****** love her chestnut brown hair. She colored them blonde. How dare she! First, she came uninvited to my room. Then she clicked my pictures with her, and now this! You'll pay for it, dear wife.' My jaw hardened.
Exasperatedly, I sat behind the wheel. Jared hurried to the passenger seat. I accelerated the car to the airport.
'Wait for me, wife. You won't like - what's going t
o come for you?'
I sat up, pushed the cover away, and slipped out of the bed. The weather was beautiful outside. It looked like the best day to wander around. I was tired after my flight. I rested until I got bored living behind these white walls. The sight still haunted me in my nightmares that my husband was kissing another woman on our wedding night. I didn’t get a choice on who I got to marry, so when my family was presented with the arrangement, it was decided behind closed doors and in front of the person I loved most, my grandma and I couldn't deny, and the offer my father promised to me. My father also made me sign the paper. I was officially the promised wife to the king. He looked like a born leader. I had seen him in his office, on television. We hadn't met before our wedding. I could feel his commanding waves from afar too. His dark eyes stabbed me, accusing me of being his wife when he claimed my lips. I didn’t even know how I was chosen over thousands of girl
My breath gets caught in my throat. Last night was still excruciating. How could he live with it? A calm smile on his face. He also forced me to pose for cameras when the media and many photographs followed us to our hotel. He ruined my vacation. People were first just staring at me, wondering what the king's bride is doing here. Why is she alone? I don't care. All I cared about was myself, my happiness. I don't mind fading into the background. I'd love to fade and enjoy my privacy. Until he invaded it and now he ruined it. When he led me to the Royal Suite, which I refused first. His threat still lingered in my head. I wanted to hoard peace for me, away from these flashes of cameras, and them throwing thousands of questions at me. I didn't want any emotional entanglements, but his look, the way of his holding, he was still drawing me to his side, his grip tight on my waist. My dirty thoughts never left me for a second. ' Yakk! I'm imagining mys
He did seem a little different when it was just the two of us. He seemed like a cold personality to me. I wanted to kill and like him at the same time. I didn't want to fool myself. This… wasn't getting us anywhere. It wouldn't vanish soon. The imprint would stay longer than my imagination. I could hope… he didn't crush me. He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. We made our way silently. "Now! Leave me alone." I told him. I should try to escape again. The question was… could I do it? By law, we belonged to each other, physically too but not by heart. My heartbeat was loud in my chest. He looked at me as if he wanted to eat me. I flattened my lips and stared at him. I couldn't give him the angry look I aimed for. He kept looking at me with a warm smile. Pink rose up my neck. I scowled at him. I shooed him away and he didn't mind. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. When he pulled his hands back, the look he gav
I glanced around in shock. My lips parted witnessing the sumptuous villa. It was mostly constructed with glasswork. My eyes stopped on a gargantuan glass wall. I could be on the other side of it. "It's a secret place. No one knows about it." He said, coming behind me. I could see his reflection through the glass wall. I touched the glass. But I was touching his reflection. I couldn't rein the strong feeling to touch him. "Thankfully no photographer and media," I spun, pushing my thoughts elsewhere. He pressed the button on a small remote control and gestured to me to glance back. I whirled on my heels and glanced at the wall. It began to part in two pieces, "How did you do it?" I asked him. I couldn't stay on my feet. I ran outside. My feet were buried in the sand. I laughed as I felt the sand beneath my feet. The sound of the tides and waves filling the air. Everything looked amazing. I didn't wait and rushed forwar
I wasn't expecting this kind of behavior from our families. Not a single word to him. No one even questioned him. Would they have welcomed me with so much warmth if it were my pictures? Hell! No! They must have lectured me about my Maidenhead, particularly my parents. Everybody's attention was flocked toward me. My father's glare stopped me. We looked like a perfect family from the outside but from the inside, I could see the difference clearly. I stared at the walls of his room. His parents and my parents acted as if nothing had happened. If it would be me instead of their son. Their gazes would have killed me. Their words would have stabbed me. "Grey color!" I heard my mother's cheerful voice. I could see some advice was going to come my way. I didn't wanna hear. It would only infuriate me. This room was massive with gray walls, dark furniture, a white marble floor, sheer curtains, and chandeliers above the set of gray couches. I hate his room, gray
Fame was a powerful thing. If it landed in the right hands, you could conquer the world. I was hearing her talking but I couldn't pay attention. My mind was somewhere else. He didn't come back to the room after my parents left. I did know where he spent his night, sleeping in another room or sleeping with another woman. I shouldn't care about him. He had paid off the loan, debt, and I must not forget, fifty percent partnership with my father in his business. Dad didn't mind as I'm his daughter and Edward is my husband, his son-in-law. Still, the nagging feelings couldn't be ignored. It hit me every second. I thought about contacting him many times. That would be a mistake. Perhaps, not. I shouldn't present myself to him. I should respect myself. She tapped on my shoulder, "Sienna, are you hearing me?" She raised her arched brows. Her fingers ran through her hair, showing her green-painted nails. She's wearing a white tight dress. She was a hottie. Her blue eyes sparkl
They’re a family heirloom. His ancestors earned the title hundreds of centuries ago. They ruled the noble community. My family is nothing compared to them. Doesn't he want to marry me? That would be the reason he would hire a girl to spend time with him. Things are getting complicated. I did not know what to do with us. A beep echoed in the room, grabbing my attention. I glanced at my phone. Aerial's message popped up on my screen. I swiped. 'Club, if you're not busy,' I immediately replied to her. I didn't wanna spend another night alone when I didn't know anything about him. I wanted to know desperately. Sometimes, I thought of losing control over myself and yelled out of my lungs. I didn't wait for her message. I grabbed a silver dress from the cupboard and sauntered to the washroom. I checked my reflection, there was sadness in my eyes but it wouldn't stay long, I checked my make-up, and ran my hand over my mini silver dress. Perfect
I threw a pillow at him in frustration. He caught it and put it down on the chair in front of the vanity. The corner of his lips curved in. He got back to his cufflinks. He was going to the office and I was staying behind at his English palace of royalty. It was just his other royal castle. My lips flattened in irritation. He slipped his arms in his coat. I was not bothered to be caught staring at him. He turned to me with a slight smile. He took my chin between his fingers and drew me up in a deep kiss. "Let me know if you have plans with your friend or anywhere." He whispered. His smile made my stomach flip. I hated that he could make me feel against my desire. "Or what?" I pressed my lips together more firmly. "I'll put guards around you," He straightened his back. "What!" A pounding headache was pressing against my temples, I rubbed my fingers over my temple, "That's insane," It was quite exasperating. No one c