Ariana's POV; I was up early the next morning. I had barely four hours of sleep throughout the night and I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed. I stretched out and yawned, I picked up my phone and checked the time. It was then it hit me. It was thirtieth of August, I saw it on the calendar, it was my wedding day! I sat up quickly as the bedroom door burst open. Stella came in with a huge grin, she reached out and hugged me, placing a kiss on my forehead too. "It's the big day." She said with her chin placed on my forehead head. "It is." I sighed. She ushered me into the bathroom, urging me to take a bath quickly because the beauticians were already on their way. I had my bath in a few minutes, applied lotion and put on my underwear. I picked up a robe and wrapped myself in it before stepping out. "Hold it right there!" I froze and smiled at Fiona's voice. "Yes, yes I know, it's the big day, yay!" I said, in sarcasm, rolling my eyes in the process. "Don't be such a

Damien's POV; I stared at her from the corner of my eye. She was resting her head, while looking out the window. I knew she was avoiding my gaze, I was also well aware of the fact that I had really grated on her nerves with my statement at the wedding reception. It was what I thought and I said it without thinking about it thoroughly. I mean, every girl I met was like that, always wanting to show off to the world especially with wealth like mine. What made her so different? The wedding had finally come and gone, I was glad. Now that I was a married man, my name would be cleared and I would eventually be deemed as a responsible man, no longer a playboy, that was the plan. I could easily have gotten married to one of the models I had on my arm at every other event back in the past, but those people were not fit for married life. No offense. Ariana seemed somewhat traditional and I could easily control her especially because she was so vulnerable. I have to admit, she looked almost e

Damien left for work immediately after breakfast, even when mom tried to stop him with the reason that he just got married the previous day, his response kept her mute for a few seconds. "If I'd take a holiday for every little thing, would you be able to enjoy the luxuries you do now?"Without another word he swiftly moved out. I was so tempted to tell him off because what he said to his mother was absolutely disrespectful and inappropriate. She may have covered it up with a smile in no time, but I knew that his words must have gotten to her. "Come on," she stretched her palm towards me, I took it and followed her. We were heading to what seemed like an adjoined building that was linked to the one we were in by a huge mahogany door. Somehow, I found that we were outside but at the same time we weren't. This was a front porch with grass and a few flowers here and there but the place was fenced like it was built so it would seem like it was a part of the house we just came out from.

Few days later...  "So how did that go for you?" I asked Fiona with a mocking grin. She was relaying a funny story of how she had embarrassed herself in front of her crush in eighth grade.  "No fair, you're supposed to empathize with me." She pouted. I chuckled.  "I can't help it, the story is hilarious." It truly was.  We were seated at the dining table having lunch and chattering away. It was just us in the house, everyone else had gone out for one thing or the other. Fiona did not want me getting lonely without her brother so she decided to keep me company. Little did she know that I was glad that he was not anywhere in sight.  That man was just too irritable for his own good and he was just as annoying.  But irresistibly hot too, don't you think? My conscience said to me. I smacked her with my palm. We agreed to not entertain

I hiccuped severally as I cried, leaning my back on the bathroom door. I did not know how long I had been there but I was sure it was a really long time. Damien rapped on my door for a while, asking-more like commanding- me to open up but I did not move an inch. He gave up eventually and left. I heard him storm out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I flinched at the sound. I never thought that things would escalate to this point. Well this was our first major fight as a married couple, the rest were just trivial squabbles. But somehow I knew that this was nothing compared to the ones to come in due time. I cried because it hurt so bad after he threw my phone into the pool. It was actually a gift from Nolan and it was just a few months old. It was so special to me. Nolan thought to buy me a new phone for my birthday because my old phone had packed up on my birth week and my father was admitted in the hospital back then so I could not go about getting a replacement conside