A continuous knocking sound on the door had jerked Ava out of her sleep. She groaned frustratedly and almost cursed at whoever was behind the door. Yesterday had been very eventful to say the very least. The heavens could bear witness that she hadn't slept all night. She had spent most of the time she should have been sleeping, curling and turning in her bed then groaning, screaming, and kicking her pillows off the bed, begging the God of the earth to turn back the hands of time on her behalf—she definitely wouldn't disappoint him the second time. Sincerely, she had never thought that a mere incident could possibly deprive her of the sleep she had never for once been deprived of. She had spent the whole night replaying each stupid thing she had done and even the slightest of all mistakes that took place just a couple of hours ago. It was the consequences of everything she had let him do to her, and the consequences of succumbing to his every touch. After having to deal with the punish

Ava took a threatening step forward, making sure she got way too close on purpose. The tip of her nose barely touched that of Ashley's. She watched intently as Ashley tilted her head towards her, a dark smirk lifting unto the corner of her lips.Ashley was there to make her feel inferior—to make her understand that she wasn't fit to be the wife of the hottest guy in the city. Ava knew this – she could tell that Ashley was jealous of the fact that she was Alexander's wife, whereas, she should have been the one bearing Alexander's last name. Unfortunately, she wasn't that lucky. Ava was ready to defend her integrity. To let her know that she was far better to be Alexander's wife. This was a forced marriage, but the whole girls in the city made it feel like she was the luckiest girl in the world to be married to Alexander. She was ready to counter back but then, her short feminine self has nothing to do with appearing fierce compared to Ashley's overshadowing presence, nevertheless, she

They arrived hand-in-hand amid the dozen of guests after Alexander had pulled her roughly, yet gently, out of the car. He was still mad, mad for no exact reason.Everyone at the party wore a new dress or suit, as the majority were dressed according to what she noticed was the color of the day: silver.There was not even a single doubt in Ava's mind that the guest and general setting of the ball party were for those of the higher class most especially the men who were cooperatively dressed in suits as if they were businessmen and the gathering in general, was significantly made for business cooperation.The disco balls brought forth various color reflections on the floor, which, however, brought out another level of beauty to the interior design from the regular days.As much as the majority of guests were busy exchanging greetings on the ground path, she could already feel the tension of lust-burning eyes on her; specifically, from the men. And the same goes for Alexander; lust-burnin

Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours, but still, known of them said a word to themselves. Everything seems to have an abrupt stop for Ava as it felt like they were the only ones left on the dance floor. An intense silence clouded the dip atmosphere around them. No doubt, her happiness knew no bounds the moment she set her eyes on John, but she got stunned cause it never crossed her mind that they would cross paths in this approach. Yes! Alexander had earlier informed her of their coming, but how she had managed to forget such big news was what she can't comprehend. Her gaze traded down to John's hands, which were firmly wrapped around her sister's waist: Wanita, and she felt… jealous. The thing with those two people was something she can't wrap her head around and since she hasn't seen them for a long time, she didn't know how to begin—what to say, or what to do. How dumb she was. She was so excited about meeting John at the ball party, but the moment she set her ey

“What has that got to do with you?” He finally replied after his long-lasting battling thoughts – his words sounding sharp as If, putting all his annoyance in just that few lines of words. “If she is your wife, then…” Melissa laughed lightly and continued, “your life is fucked up!” She had said it so casually, but it had unleashed another meaning in his head. What if she had seen his stupidity revolving around his decision? What if she had seen the lunacy laced behind his decision? Then she must have called him stupid right in his face – everyone who knew the story had called him stupid, but at the end of the day, he found himself, dwelling, sinking, and even making more wrong decisions as the day goes by without thinking of the aftermath, and the reason for his wrongs decisions wasn't worth it. And that was what annoyed him even more.At that point, he was thinking beyond the ordinary, beyond what was happening at the moment, and even as his jaw clenched, and he could almost feel h