"Nothing is working out."Rella groaned in frustration sipping her wine. It was a bright afternoon and the sun was just the right amount of warm but nothing about Rella's mood was sunny. There were barely days left for the post wedding party and she was overwhelmed. There was the meal, it's hard to choose an appetizer and the main course, for dessert she decided on chocolate troufle. The guest list was incomplete as she had little to no clue on who to invite and Stefan had made it clear that he was having no part in it. "Relax I am here aren't I and I promise to help you." Van assured her. They were on the balcony overlooking the neatly trimmed garden. " I have done a little get together before so this shouldn't be hard." " No offense Van but a get-together in a little neighbourhood with friends is nothing compared to this. Guests from some of the most affluent families in the city will be attending and we can't just serve them barbecue and call it a day."
"You know something." "It is not my place to talk about it." "You never should've insinuated more in the first place."Rella insisted and he caved. Christian sighed." You're a bully you know that? "Rella simply smiled. "To cut the long story short, Stefan's grandfather forced him to get married to a woman of his choosing. It was either marry you or forfeit the inheritance his parents left him." "That's awful. Couldn't he have just said no? " " Couldn't you have just said no? " Fair point Rella thought. All this time she thought Stefan had been the one to blackmail her parents turns out it was his grandfather. But that was no excuse for him to treat her so cruelly considering how she also has no choice. "Why did you agree to the marriage though? Stefan was counting on the fact that since you were sort of frivolous and fiercely independent that you would refuse to marry him but like every other woman he's met you couldn't refuse his
They finally said goodbye to the last guest at midnight. Rella wouldn't let Chloe leave until she swore to never tell anyone her secret and she was certain the noise they heard outside the door was just the wind because there was no one there when she went to check.Stefan on the other hand was eager to get away from her. "Why don't you help us clean it would be fun?" Christian said to his friend. "That's what servants are for, it's what they are paid to do."If looks could kill… After he said that, Stefan put his hands in his pocket as he made his way up the stairs. Rella found herself watching him go, there was something about the way he carries himself that was fascinating. "I don't think he realises he only has one help." Christian interrupted her thoughts. "I don't think he realises anything that goes on around him." Rella said.Poor Lacy the maid there was so much to clean up and it would be too much for one person to handle Rella was going to hel
Vanessa Wilkins also known as 'Van' stood in front of the cheval-glass in her tiny bedroom, a blank expression on her face reflecting her state of mind at the moment. She didn't want to think, she was done thinking and any related action might just make her head throb. Right now the lump in her throat felt like it was choking the life out of her so she took a deep breath through her nostrils and exhaled through her mouth.She had minimal make-up on, just the occasional talcum powder and lip gloss― she didn't want to entice him any further and appear to be trying too hard for him― which she wasn't. Yes she liked him, but prostituting herself to him she didn't like.She was wearing a short black rubber-dress that clung to her body like a second skin with half the bodice made of lace. Her hair fell on one shoulder and she looked like she was attending a funeral–perhaps she's mourning her innocence that would soon be snatched before the night was over.Van let out a defeated puff of breat
When Van woke up the next morning, she was alone. Tears of disappointment burned her eyes but she blinked them back. What did she expect, that he'd stay and cuddle with her? Of course he'd gotten what he wanted, he'd made it pretty obvious since the very beginning that he wanted sex with her. When she refused the first time, he offered to pay for her father's heart transplant and just like that, he had her eating from the palm of his hand. There was a manila envelope on the night stand and a note was propped against it, she reached out and grabbed it. Your payment, just like I promised. You weren't that bad. J. This time, a tear did slip. He was treating her like she was a common slut, even rating her performance. She sniffed, angrily wiping her eyes and the morphed her expression to be cold and hard; she was doing this for her father. The familiar buzz sounded from her cell phone and she frantically dug into her purse for it. ''Karl, is something wrong?'' she a
Rella stretched languidly on the king sized bed turning her face away from the sun streaming through the window. The thought of having to face her reality one more day made her want to bury herself but there's nothing she could do about it except be brave and face each day with courage. It's not everyday that one gets stuck with a husband who can't stand your guts. Her phone vibrated on the the night stand, she picked it up to see her mom's number flash on the screen. Rella rolled her eyes before she received the call. "You wouldn't guess what's happened." "Good morning to you too mom." That was it straight to the point no 'Rella good morning or how are you' as much as her mother's nonchalance pains her heart Rella is beginning to learn to shake it off. The woman cares about no one but herself. "What have you got in your bingo card today?" "Don't be rude. Your party last night was such a success it has become the talk of town. I went to have
"What's the update?" "I'm afraid there's nothing unusual to update sir." "What do you mean?" "Mr Diamond if you are suspicious of your wife's affiars I can assure you nothing over the top is happening right now. I didn't check in because I didn't think it was worth reporting." "I am paying you to drive my wife and report what ever she does so yes even the little mundane activities should be reported." " I apologize. " " Now tell me what did she do all day." "She did some shopping at the mall for presents then we went to the Grace and Mercy orphanage so the kids can get the presents and then she got a call from her friend Miss Wilkins I believe whose father had just past away."All the while he was relating Rella's activities for the day, the chauffeur was standing stoically with his hands in front if him and no expression on his face. "And?" "That is all." You're kidding. Stefan stared at the chauffeur in c
"You didn't have to." Mrs Salvatore protested as Rella picked the dirty dishes on the table after her. "No I want to help." Rella insisted. "But you're a guest." Rella smiled. "Don't worry it's my pleasure. Dinner was delicious." "Oh do not flatter me." " No really it was superb I might have to come here often for a sumptuous dinner." They both laughed.Stefan had dragged her to what was one of his many business meetings disguised as family dinner but Rella ended up warming up to Elise Salvatore and her little family, she had two kids a boy and a girl Andrew and Samantha who were both so adorable Rella couldn't stop gushing about them they were five and seven years respectively. And Rella found herself thinking, this was what a family dinner was supposed to look like Frederick Salvatore had to insist there were no talks of business at the table. After dinner was done the men took their coffee to Salvatore's office upstairs while the women remaine