I'm driving to my office when I hear my phone ringing on the dashboard. A smile tugs at my lips when I see the caller. Fiona. I press the speaker button, and her voice fills the air. "Morning, Drake." I almost want to bite my tongue to prevent myself from saying the next words, but hell with that, I decide to give myself a chance, ’Morning, beautiful." I know that she won't take this one like the other girls normally would have done. Still, a smirk curves on my lips. " You hit your head or what?" she asks, and I can imagine that she's rolling her eyes. "Easy there, Casanova." I chuckle. What a perfect way to begin my day in the morning. Our banters. Suddenly, all the tension from the morning rush disappears, just from hearing her voice. I like Fiona. Everybody might think that this is bullshit, since I always like girls. When do I not? Even my reputation as a player has already reached Fiona. But what I mean here is that I really like Fiona. I'm definitely taking this slowly and
I can't believe what I see. Is this real? Because if this is all just a dream, I don't want to wake up. Prince tries to move his finger again, but he's still very weak. I stroke his hand, a soft smile touching my lips as tears brim my eyes. "You-you woke up," I whisper. He gazes at me with his intense eyes. "I had a dream," he rasps, his voice just as weak as his stare. "And there, you called me. Many times." I brush my fingers across his cheek. There's a tear in the corner of his eye, and I wipe it away as it escapes. "I've been thinking .. " he pauses, his voice hoarse. "What if you haven't forgiven me? I couldn't just go away, leaving you like that, could I?” My lips tremble, and I choke in tears. He stares at me, his eyes begging. "Cheska," he whispers. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all that I've done to you. I'm sorry that I hurt you." I shake my head. He's begging me like he's dying. He has sacrificed himself to save me to the point that he almost lost his life. But now, here h
Today, every step that I make as I walk along the corridor of the hospital feels heavy. I just made a phone call to somewhere far away. Somewhere I will be. Soon. It has been three days after I received the first phone call from them. And I've made up my mind. I halt in front of the room, peeking through the glass on the door. And there inside the room, I see Prince, sitting on the bed. And my throat hurts so much. Tears pool in my eyes. I'm starting to doubt myself again whether I have enough strength to do this. To leave him. Right now. When he's still lying in the hospital. Wounded because of me. And it's very cruel of me that what I'm going to do next will just add more pain to his wounds, making them even worse. I move away from the door and lean back against the wall. I can't do this. But I have to. For myself. For him. For us. Tears escape my eyes and roll down my cheeks. It hurts so much. It hurts me to the core that I have to leave him. I wish I could spend more time
Amanda I stared down at the ring on my finger and took a deep breath. My lips are sore from biting them continuously. This is it. I have to do this. Getting married in a rich family was my only option. Call me a gold digger if you like, but you wouldn’t understand even if I tried to explain. Marrying a man with money is my only way out. It’s my family’s only way out. When I was a little girl, I always dreamed of this perfect wedding, with the man of my dreams. I never thought I would end up like this. Marrying a man for his money. Something that I’m against, it’s what I’m doing now. No one wants to get married to a beast. But what could I do? As I said, I have no choice. I looked over at my husband. He took another sip of wine and clenched his fist into a tight ball. He barely looked at me. When we kissed at the church it was just simple, and quick. This is the worst, yet best decision I ever made. I kept staring at his brown hair, light brown eyes, and slightly pink lips. He was
Amanda My head is throbbing from all the crying last night. It is unreal. Everything about this, my life, this marriage. Is unreal. Last night I woke up praying it was all a dream, but I woke up to a realty. I feel lost like I do not know what to do, where to go. I am stuck right here, drowning in my sorrows. I cannot even breathe. My dream was to always get married to an amazing man, who loves me for me. Someone that I love. Someone that will make me happy, but here I am, in the worst situation, with a man that hates my guts. I wipe away the tears that were starting to form in my eyes. I stood up from the floor and scanned the room. It was a little smaller than William room. William! The thought of him made my body shiver. I have met many awful men, but none like him. He is a monster in clean clothes. I undressed and went to the bathroom. After taking a quick shower I made my way downstairs. Upon reaching the living room, I saw William seated around the table with a huge coffee c
Amanda After dragging myself from bed around six a.m, I went for an early morning run in order to clear my head. The last three weeks has been a disaster! I feel like I’m drowning at this moment. William treats me as if I’m his property. All he does is boss me around and bark at me every chance he gets, it’s not like I can do anything, since the contract clearly states that I should respect and do exactly as he says. Whenever I try to do something good for him all he does is get mad. I’ve never met someone more rude and self centered. I haven’t been out of the house since we got married, today was the first. I just couldn’t stay there and drown any longer. When I got back to the house, William was busy on his phone talking, as usual. He has on a grey business suit. When his eyes caught me he hung up and approach me. “I’m going to work today. Don’t call or text me. I don’t care if you are dying. Don’t call me” He says pushing me out of his way. I roll my eyes at him and enter the ho
William I leaned back in my chair and skip through the messages that my mom left in my mailbox. It’s almost a month and yet she still presses me about Amanda and me going on a honeymoon. I’m done wishing Amanda would somehow mess things up and maybe, just maybe the contract will end up being terminated. But no. Change of plans. I’ll drag her through the mud, she’ll beg for my mercy. Prince William Crivelli is my name, making people’s lives hell is my game! She thought by marrying me her life will be a bed of roses. That’s what all these low lives, gold-digging whores think. I have every plan in place and starting today I’ll make her shed tears. I laugh to myself. She pretends to be so innocent, but I know girls like her. They talk soft, they act like they can do no harm when really, they are wolves in sheep’s clothing. I work hard for my money, and no way will I make her take that. I’m going to break her to a point of no return. But should I? Should I just allow her to live on my
William I sat on the sofa in my room drinking vodka, as I gaze out of space. As the memories of last night kept popping in my head. All my life, I’ve never been more embarrassed. Amanda knows how to play her cards very well, but I need to step my game up. I can’t allow her to win. I’m good at destroying people’s lives. In fact, I’m a professional. The way she embarrassed my last night in front of everyone is unforgivable. I have a high reputation. And that was almost destroyed by me getting married to her. Then she made a fool out of me. Maybe I should trick her into signing another contract. No. I need to do something worse. But what? Sometimes the evil thought of just killing her crosses my mind, but I’m not a murderer. I want to ruin her life to a point, that when she looks back. She will be shattered. I will break her into a billion pieces. Just as those thoughts escape my head my door open and She walked in with a huge grin on her face. I roll my eyes. Think of the devil. “Get