“Why didn't you tell me, Dad? It’s not fair! This is my life you toyed with, my future and you sold me without my knowledge.” Tasha paced the wooden floor of the dining table, unable to sit down any longer. Usually, she was the coolheaded and reasonable one but the situation at hand called for violence. She had waited till after dinner, barely managing to chew her dinner to discuss the disturbing topic with her parents. She was angry and her soul wanted retribution for the wrongs done against her. Henchard, her younger brother watched them curiously, eating his dinner in silence. Spencer held his head down in shame and her mom patted his back, sharing in his pain. “Henchard, would you mind finishing your dinner upstairs in your room?” May requested in a suggestive voice. The young man frowned, letting his spoon drop noisily into his plate. He had thought they would not notice his presence in the midst of the hubbub. It was not everyday one saw Tasha lose her temper. “But why? You
The weather was perfect, cloudy and humid, just right for an outdoor wedding. It was true that only her immediate family was invited and although she missed her best friend, Virginia, it was partially glad that none of their classmates were present. She had been the brightest in class back then and the student with the highest potential of continuing her education. However, she sat in a wedding chamber, fanning herself nervously though she was not feeling hot. The ivory ribbed dress was fitted to her like a second skin and the diamond teardrops on her ears were worth a fortune. Any woman would be happy, knowing the luxurious life that awaited her, any woman but Mrs Tasha King–Radcliffe. Nelson sat beside her, his fake smile gone from his lips and an indifferent mask on his face. He was a better actor than she could attempt and he had to subtly pinch her at her elbow to remind her to smile whenever a camera passed by. She was sick of the pretence and her cheeks hurt from smiling all
Last night left Tasha sinking into the depth of her tears and anxieties. First, she's married to the arrogant Mr. Nelson Radcliffe - the man whom every woman wants on their bed. The marriage wasn't with her consent, and now, he abandoned her on their wedding night. The wedding night is when newlyweds get to bond and make love, right?Tasha thought. But those thoughts are clustered in her mind, Nelson doesn't give a damn after all. ****** An offensive knock on the door swung Tasha out of sleep. Exasperated breaths evaded her lips as she twirled on the large bed in an attempt to rise on her feet. The bright chandelier made her squint her eyes - with her fragile hand blocking its shimmering radiance. She sauntered towards the door. For a second, she caught a glimpse of her wedding dress, laying on the bed. She huffed at the sight of it. More like a steamy scene from a Disney movie - a couple waking up to the mess they made on their wedding night. But it is a different story here, she
Nelson held the door, sticking his head into the room. Tasha forgot to lock the door. Her entire system tremors as she ruffled her phone under the duvet. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, trying to hide her tears. She bent her head as she look at the floor. Maintaining eye contact with Nelson at this moment will mean trouble and another round of slandering utterances. An awkward moment of silence spurted through the four edges of the room. Nelson walked towards Tasha - eyes fixed on her. He was irritated moments ago when he first walked in, but now the disgruntled look on his face could terrify a lion. He stood a few inches close to her. "You...!" A sinister grin curled on his spherical lips. He leaned close to Tasha - his height same as hers as he spotted beside her. "You hate me?" He screeched. His words sounded more like a statement than a question. Tasha had her heart wafting on her tongue, not knowing what reply to give. It was flagrant that he eavesdropped on her
The trip to Paris lasted for three hours. To Tasha, it felt like forever. Her stomach hummed in fear until they touched down. They were surrounded by a multitude of people when they landed at the airport. It was as if a celebrity made a surprise appearance and their fans went crazy at the sight of them. Who doesn't know Nelson Radcliffe, the famous business mogul? Most of them had their phones held up as they took pictures of the couple. Nelson's cheeks were hurting from excessive smiling. A facade he uses in persuading everyone into believing he is happily married. "Why aren't you smiling?" Nelson whispered to Tasha as they walked towards the car that'll convey them to their honeymoon locale. "Don't mess this up bitch" he opened the back seat for Tasha to get in. A sparing and pretentious gesture. The smile on his face faded when he sat beside her in the back seat. Tasha stared into space, her lips were shut as she nervously gulped the lump in her throat. "You don't have to be a
Tasha huffed at the view in front of her. Her lips formed an orbit. Her hand trembled on the door, as she tightened her grip on it. Nelson scurried to cover himself with the duvet, even though his entire body was covered in sweat. Bella wasn't fully naked - her skirts were flapped upward during the quickie. She ran into the bathroom the moment Tasha stepped into the room, leaving Nelson to deal with the embarrassing situation. "I...I'm sorry" Tasha stuttered, breaking the awkward stillness. Tasha squinted her eyes, not knowing what to do. Either slam the door and walk away or dash toward Nelson and dab his sweaty face with slaps. Nelson let out a sharp breath. He wiped a streak of sweat that trickled down to his eyebrows - unable to utter a word. Tasha gently closed the door - she strode back to her room, her heart boiling in extreme anger. Bella announced earlier that lunch will be ready in ten minutes, and within the next five minutes, she was fucking Nelson. Tasha tried to proc
Tasha's eyes flickered in awe as the car drove through a huge gate. It had a vast and elegant inscription on it 'The Radcliffe Mansion' The outside was filled with guards who looked hefty like badly built mannequins. Tasha and Nelson just got back from the airport. Tasha's heart was still crammed with grudges - the built-up grudge caused by the fact that Nelson hit her because she confronted him for cheating on her. For a second it all wiped away at the sight of the magnificent building. They alighted from the car, Nelson rushed towards the entrance of the building. The guards who stood by the doorway crouched their heads in homage when Nelson passed them. Tasha was carried away by the beautiful scenery. The house seethed with luxury at its peak. She had seen a lot of luxurious mansions in LA, but this one right here tops the list. The sidewalks were beautified with plants - birthing a natural aura. Some parts of the house were made of glass too, and the exotic cars that were parked
Nelson had been on the edge since he saw that picture on the internet. Its like doing the hard yards when he tried to focus on business because the image kept flashing into his mind in a finger snap. The business trip lasted for few more days and he couldn't wait to get back to Tasha - and unleash his burning fury on her. **** "Hey handsome" a frail voice echoed. Nelson traced the voice to the door. It was Maya - his secretary. A towel was hemmed around her chest, her disheveled hair fluttered lazily on her shoulder. Her alluring eyes were bleeding with lust. It was their last night in Italy. Their flight back to LA was scheduled for tomorrow. Maya had a different room in the luxurious hotel they checked into, but she's fond of paying nocturnal visits to Nelson's room - a phenomenon that has repeated itself on every business trip they embarked on. Nelson's eyes bucked up like a shooting star. A cheerful smile appeared on his prom lips. "You really like barging on me, you pumpkin"