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Leslie

The daily life of a marrying a spoilt rich international treasure.

I wake up by five every morning for devotion and head to the kitchen. I enter the kitchen and start preparing school lunch for my kid.

Ida joins me in the kitchen around six to make breakfast for everyone except I package Azrael’s breakfast because he wakes up when the driver takes Niko to school.

Azrael wakes up around ten and eats breakfast late if he eats at all. On days Azrael wakes up early, I don’t work at home.

I continue to unwrap wedding gifts from family, friends and fans, sorting things to give out and donate with the servants until I get exhausted.

Our habits didn’t change after marriage, and we’ve been married for five months, but things were different in a good way. Pleasant.

At least until now.

I bolted to the bathroom and crouched in front of the toilet, gripped the toilet seat and hurled in the bowl. My stomach twisted in pain, but gentle pats soothed my churning stomach.

“Is that better?” Azrae