As if one ring wasn’t enough, he was going on about buying me one every month. My mouth dropped open when I realized that he made it sound like we would be together for many months to come. I didn’t know what to think or how to feel about that, but before I could voice my concerns, Bradon lifted my left hand and brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it.All at once, I forgot what it was that I was about to complain about. I also lost track of all my thoughts as I stared with widened eyes at the very attractive blond man with playful sparkling blue eyes that had just kissed the back of my hand with his tender and warm lips. He looked like a prince, and I wished that his looks didn’t come with such a rotten personality and menacing attitude.“Why don’t you post a picture of this ring on social media so the world can see it?” he suggested before smiling charmingly my way.Oh…I knew that I had to be right that he was only buying this diamond ring for me just to make our relations

“Don’t forget…” Bradon turned to remind me again of the rule that he had set just when our limousine came to a stop right in front of the event venue.“I know. I know already. Stop reminding me over and over again,” I replied without hiding my irritation.I should have known that Bradon would be a controlling husband, but I didn’t think that it would be to this extent. The crowd outside attracted my attention and I began worrying about my looks. I reached up my hand to pat my hair as I got ready to get out of the car. The party wasn’t just important because it was our first debut at an event together as a married couple. With the election coming up, each and every appearance counted, and I knew that this would be the perfect opportunity for me to reconnect with the societal circle in which I was born and grew up in. Although the party was mask as a charity event hosted by one of the oldest aristocratic families in the country, it was nothing more than another venue for my father and t

“It’s been too long. You look well…” I said with a smile.I meant it. She did look well. Everything about her looked well and perfect except for the fact that she was now stuck in a wheelchair.“You look very well yourself. Congratulations on your marriage. You look so happy, so I take it that marriage life is treating you well,” she said before showing me a sweet smile.“Thank you. I’m still trying to get used to married life, but it’s been quite smooth sailing so far,” I lied smoothly as required of my role as Diana.“I’m so happy for you, honestly. It’s such a shame that I couldn’t be there on your big day. I was still going through some rehab abroad…” she said while looking quite apologetic.“It’s not a problem at all. I did receive the present that you sent. Thank you again,” I thanked her politely.I had no idea whether the gentle smile that she was showing me was genuine or not, but if I had to place my bets, I would put everything that I had on the line to bet that she was jus

“Umm…” I murmured as I tried to pull my arm back.“Don’t just reject me like this, Diana. Why don’t you take some time to think about it properly?” he suggested as he closed the distance between us.I sensed immediately that this guy wasn’t simply willing to back down just like the other guys that I’ve rejected. I could smell trouble coming my way, but I wasn’t sure how I should deal with it.“I truly feel happy that you feel this way about me, but I don’t think that we can start dating…” I said while trying to remain calm.“Let’s start again. Do you even know who I am?” he asked with clear displeasure.I looked up into his face and had to admit that he didn’t look so bad. Most girls would probably find him quite attractive. He was probably a little older than I was. He was tall, well-built, and had attractive determined eyes. Since the love letter he sent didn’t have a resume attached, I didn’t quite know who he was in the sense that he wanted me to understand, and it wasn’t like I c

This all happened because I failed to control the situation and the things that I said to Bill must have angered him. I recalled the way that Bill looked at me and the feeling of his tight grip on my wrist. Thankfully, Anthony showed up when he did and saved me because I wasn’t quite sure how I would have handled Bill otherwise.I hated how helpless I felt and how that weakness of mine led to Anthony’s injury.“You don’t have to do this…” he said softly but he did not attempt to pull his hand away from mine again.“I want to do this,” I said before glancing up from his hand and smiling at him.It felt like the least that I could do apart from thanking him repeatedly. I could feel Anthony’s eyes on me as I cleansed his wounds and applied medicine on them before sticking bandages on them.“I think that’s a bit much…” he said as he looked at the result of my handiwork.The bandages did make the condition of his hand look much worse than it actually was, but I thought that it was best to