DYLAN'S POVAs Julian walked through the aisle with James Astor, I knew this was the time... I never thought that I’ll marry arrange, I always thought that when I’ll see my bride walking down the aisle towards me, that’ll be the day when me and her both will know that we survived our love till here and now we’ll celebrate it in front of everybody we knew, to tell them that now we are ready to celebrate our love till forever..How naïve I was back then., no wonder I ended up here .... I think it’s the best. No feelings, no love, no weakness, only profit and that’s what I’ll get from this wedding... To make me one step ahead to become the most powerful man ever, so that nobody gets to play with me again.... Despite Julian being a decent girl, keeping her non-stop chattering and pranks aside, she has a great sense of business knowledge and maybe she’s the perfect wife for me.It all happens for the best.Upon hearing Julian's father's request to take care of her, I simply nodded in agre
DAISY’S POVStepping into the penthouse, I was greeted by a breathtaking sight: a massive glass wall offering a stunning view of the city, while the elegant decor, dominated by shades of grey and black, exuded a sense of coldness and loneliness. With the incident in the elevator still fresh in my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder if this place would become my new home, even if only temporarily, and if Dylan’s actions indicated a dislike or even hatred towards me. I immediately regretted asking him about our meeting. While preoccupied with my thoughts, I completely missed David’s departure from the living room.I hesitated to follow him, a nagging feeling in my gut urging me not to. He never told me where to stay or what to do in this unfamiliar place. As I manoeuvred in my heavy wedding gown, chosen by Julian for her special day, I wondered how I ended up here. Standing near the glass wall, I gazed out at the breathtaking city view. The towering building resembled Ocean Devanna; did D
dylan’s povIt’s been a month since Daisy moved into my house, and the atmosphere has shifted. The air feels different, as if a new energy has been introduced. The sight of her belongings scattered across the living room creates a sense of warmth and liveliness. The faint sound of her laughter echoes through the halls, filling the once empty space with a melodic charm, which is kind of annoying.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air, mingling with the scent of her favourite flowers. It’s a pleasant combination, one that I never thought I would experience in my sanctuary. My house has always been my haven, a place where no one but Mrs. Kate was welcomed. Even past girlfriends were denied entry, as I preferred to keep my space sacred and unshared.But Julian managed to break through my walls (or should I say I didn’t had any her choice) and now Daisy has found her way in, too. It’s a strange feeling, allowing someone to enter my private world. I never expected the brid
2 MONTHS BACKIt had been a week since I found Daisy sleeping on the living room couch every day, patiently waiting for me. The sound of my footsteps echoed through the dimly lit room, stirring her from her slumber. Rubbing her tired eyes, she exclaimed, “Dylan, you’re here. Let me warm up some food for you.” Confusion and frustration overwhelmed me. Why was she persistently waiting for me? Even my own parents never went to such lengths. Was she intentionally trying to appear pitiful in front of me? Wasn’t her marriage to me solely driven by my fame and wealth? Wasn’t that the motive behind every girl who had ever approached me? Suddenly, it all became clear. Realization struck me like a thunderbolt. I reached into my purse, retrieved the sleek black card, and swiftly approached Daisy, who stood in the kitchen, diligently plating the food. With a forceful slam, I placed the black card on the cold, granite kitchen counter.“Isn’t this what you want?” I exclaimed, my voice filled with
DAISY’S POVOh God, what should I wear?! I’ve heard from Julian that Dylan’s mother, Mrs. Diana, is an elegant and sophisticated woman. Shouldn’t I wear something similar to that when I meet her? But as I gaze into my wardrobe, I realize I have nothing like that! Frustrated, I slump on the side of the bed, my hands resting heavily on my lap. “Daisy, sweetheart, aren’t you ready yet?” Mrs. Kate exclaims, her voice filled with surprise, as she enters my room. “No, I don’t know what to wear. I don’t have anything classy or in nude colors,” I reply, a hint of tears welling up in my eyes.The parents’ meeting overwhelmed me, and it was the first time Dylan ever spoke to me since our marriage. With only a few days left to spend with him, I felt the pressure to not disappoint him. Mrs. Kate, with her impeccable sense of dressing, offered something that caught my attention. Confused, I asked her what it was, unsure if any of her clothes would fit me. She smiled, her eyes filled with excite
“No nothing.” I said while covering my mouth. Dylan on the other hand sighed and started the car engine.It had been 30 long minutes into the car ride, and Dylan’s silence hung heavy in the air, making the atmosphere unbearably awkward. Desperate to break the tension, I mustered up the courage to speak. “Um, your watch is pretty, where did you get it?” I stammered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the engine. I hoped my go-to conversation starter would work its magic, just like it did at those dull business parties.But instead, all Dylan could manage was a confused expression and a simple sentence or should i say word that was “huh?!” That’s all, My heart sank. No I got the watch from xxx place, you know what else places I had traveled, anything to keep the conversation going. But it seemed like this trick only worked on women.“The watch,” I said with a smile, curiosity tugging at me. The glimmer of the timepiece caught my eye, its polished silver reflecting the soft glow
“Daisy,” Mrs. Diana spoke, her knife slicing through the juicy fruits with a satisfying sound. “What kind of fruit do you like? Shall I cut them for you?” The room was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly cut fruit, making my mouth water. “I don’t have a particular favorite,” I replied, a smile playing on my lips. “I like everything.” Mrs. Diana’s eyes sparkled with admiration. “You, Daisy, you are so perfect. I was always surrounded by picky eaters,” she said, gesturing towards where Dylan and his father had gone.Despite the delicious distractions, we managed to finish the award dinner. Soon, Dylan and my son retreated to the study for what Miss Diana called ‘the bigness talk.’When I first saw Dylan’s parents at the rehearsal dinner, I anticipated encountering the stereotypical wealthy parents portrayed in N*****x dramas. I imagined the mothers offering money to the less fortunate girlfriends of their sons, only to have the girlfriend defiantly reject the offer and retaliate by t
Oh god, that guy is such a jerk. How can he say this to someone? He is so smooth with the flirting; I know he’s only doing this to annoy me! Ugh, I hate him, but why does my face can’t stop turning red?! What is wrong with me? I looked at myself in the mirror, my cheeks were all flushed, and I couldn’t keep my hands from trembling. Maybe I should take a shower. Maybe that will calm me down. Yes, that’s a great idea. I stepped into the shower and was greeted by the warm water cascading down, creating a soothing sound as it hit the tiles. The scent of Dylan’s male products filled the air, reminding me of him. Reluctantly, I realized I didn’t have any other options, so I decided to use them. After a 30-minute long shower, the water washed away my anxiety, leaving me feeling refreshed. As I looked at my wet clothes on the floor, panic set in. I didn’t have an extra pair to wear. Frantically searching, I found a bathrobe near the sink, its soft fabric providing some comfort as I wrapped i