Violet's world just changed and she's not the only one. After caught fleeing on the day of her arranged marriage, Violet must now live with her future husband, Leo Whitlock. As Violet deals with her parent's death, Leo is pressured to convince her to marry him. They soon find themselves seeking comfort in each other's company, but their family secret's might block out any warmth. Love will bloom, weeds will perish and a cold day might end them all.
View More(Third Person POV) The gentle warmth of the sunlight danced across the pale complexion of Violet's dress. The white silk of the gown morphed into lace around her arms and neck. Her dark wavy hair, now cut shoulder length, was adorned with small purple flowers speckled throughout and meticulously secured. “Ms. Bennet, it's time,” an older looking woman informs Violet from the doorway. She turns to nod towards the lady before glancing back out the window, her eyes looking towards the sky. A chuckle escapes her as deja vu sets in before being quickly ejected from her mind. A small smirk crosses her face before swiftly shifting into a genuine smile of contentment. Violet clutches her bouquet as she slowly proceeds towards a pair of large double doors. With the start of the music and the hush of the crowd, the doors open to reveal the path she now walks. The walk is short, but Violet doesn't tear her eyes away from the man waiting at the end, his face beaming at the woman in white h
(Violet's POV) Walking down the gravel path of the gardens was almost nostalgic as I took my sweet time in approaching the pond area. Suspicious Leo had vanished shortly after our loving exchange with no hint as to where. All the mansion staff seemed to be in on some big secret as they giggled upon every passing and quickly shooed me out the house at sunset. Being curious was an understatement as I wasn't sure what to expect from this unpredictable man. The leaves rustled as my shoulder brushed a low hanging branch upon passing under the arch of the corner garden. The dark of the night was almost unnoticeable as the entire area was lit up by various lanterns and glowing string lights. Tables covered in absolutely delectable pastries were scattered about the open scratches of grass as the large tree was coated in dangling stars. Amongst the elaborate decor was a dahsing looking Leo dressed in a white tuxedo. In his large hands was the unreasonably heavy book that was now wrap
(Violet's POV) As the weeks rolled by and the storm finally passed, I found the strange world I had entered becoming one of healing. It took Leo absolutely no time to smoke out all the rats that had been accomplices in his father's crimes. Whitlock Enterprises was swiftly turned around and shifted its focus from international profit to financial support and charity. Though there were many sleepless nights for the both of us, we eventually dreamt without seeing the pain of our past. However, Leo has been acting rather strangely as of late. He leaves earlier than normal for work and arrives later than usual. When I inquire about it, he assures me there is just a lot to arrange. As for me, my nightmares have stopped and the memories of my parents are no longer gut wrenching to recall. I will always miss them, but I know they would want me to be happy regardless. “Hey, love?” I hear Leo call from the library. I quickly jog over to the doorway, a piece of toast still warm in m
(Leo's POV) The room is barren and cold as I sit in the metal chair. Small slivers of sunlight sneak their way onto the table as I wait for the guards to return. The creak of the door signals their arrival, along with the shuffle of worn shoes. Taking a seat across from me, my father remains silent and stone faced. I take a deep breath and ready myself for any means of manipulation that he might attempt. “I'm glad you came,” he states, a tired air hanging off every word. I pause and glare across at his wrinkled pale face. “Don't get ahead of yourself, father. The only reason I'm here is for an answer,” I grumble with unrestrained disdain. He leans back in his chair and sighs, no longer able to lecture me about anything. “And what question might that be?” father asks. We sat there a moment, the words caught in my throat. “Did mom know?” I finally inquired. “No, I made sure she never suspected anything. Though it did put a strain on us both, regardless,” he recalls. His once con
(Violet's POV) The bang of the gun rings in my ears as a high pitch tone drowns everything out. Aunt Bella's unnaturally still body was crumpled on the floor, the gun she held lay beside her legs. “Violet!” Leo screams beside me. Though the sound was dull, I could hear his ragged breaths as he gently wrapped me in his embrace. Leo kept glancing back towards the door, his expression one of forced composure. Still numb, I glance over his broad shoulder to see an older gentleman leaving the doorway. Lifting me into his arms, Leo carried me through the dusty room and towards the warmth of the early evening. I squint as the glow radiating from the sunset hurts my pupils and the ache in my head radiates towards my chest. Leo sets me down on a nearby stone barrier before hesitantly turning to look back. Mr. Whitlock meets his son's gaze as they lock eyes, a strange energy passing between them. “Why did you do that?” Leo asks in disbelief. Daniel does not respond, his face blank
(Leo's POV) The light pierces my eyes as I stand with both hands in the air. The click of heels echoes through the empty warehouse as Bella takes a few steps toward me. “I knew I didn't like you,” my voice growls. Bella wears a smug grin as she chuckles in response. “A fair observation, if not a little rude,” she comments, a repulsive amount of confidence coating her words. “What is it you're after? Money?” I inquire firmly. My plan was simply to get Violet safely out of here before this lunatic lost it for good. “Oh, I'm looking for something much more fulfilling than some paper bills. Not that I would expect some pampered rich boy to understand,” Bella cryptically replies. “Why order me to take the fall for the crash? I don't understand what you could gain from something like that,” I question further. A cruel laugh erupts from Bella as she cackles to herself maniacally. “Because I want you to lose everything, just like me. I want to see you empty and alone before I kill y
(Leo's POV) My pleasant mood was impenetrable as I casually meandered through the work day. In brief moments of blissful silence, the delicate image of Violet's blushing face graced my mind and brought a foolish grin to a normally serious expression. Those dark waves framing her fair features as she lay comfortably on the ground beside me, and the thought of her gentle kiss as she allowed vulnerability to show, made my heart race faster than a formula one car. “She's just amazing,” I think as the piles of papers dwindle down till they're gone. Springing up with much enthusiasm, I bid my employees goodnight before walking hastily towards my car. My mind amuses me with potential greetings that Violet might give as I prepare to enter the house. However, as I go to turn the doorknob, I can hear alarmed voices frantically exchanging words of concern. Swapping to a stance of authority, I shove open the door to see all the staff gathered in the foyer. “What is the meaning of this?” I a
(Violet's POV)“No!” my voice shrikes in overwhelmed denial. I aggressively throw the papers to the ground and grit my teeth, tears clouding my sight.Bella remains silent and merely maintains her stare, an unidentifiable emotion plastered on her face. My breathing grows heavy and the previous brief happiness was obliterated.Aunt Bella slowly unties the ribbon in her hair and wraps it around her wrist. Her graying black hair, usually strictly tied back in a bun, falls down to her shoulders as she stops in front of me. “You think I don't miss her too? She was my sister and I was left to pick up the pieces,” Bella speaks softly. My face lowered at the realization of a selfish perspective. I had no right to assume anything about what Bella feels. This was her showing a rare gentle side and that perhaps my mother's death was just as painful for her. A brief moment to contemplate the idea proves how absurd such a notion was. Was she really trying to guilt me and get away with her acti
(Violet's POV) As the moon gave way to the sun, I awoke to Leo's sleeping form laying beside me on the ground. I softly remove his arm from under my head, careful to not make a sound. I lean down and kiss his forehead, readjusting the blanket over him before rising. Not one to leave a mess, I quickly gathered the extinguished candles and empty plates before making my way inside to obtain some breakfast for us. Making sure to include lots of toast, I stuff all the components for a complete breakfast into a makeshift basket and return to the pond. My heart catches in my throat when he is no longer sleeping peacefully. In fact, Leo is nowhere to be seen and I fear the worst. “Where did you go?” I hear his voice ask from behind the tree. Leaning up against the trunk, he was gazing at me concerned. I hold up the basket and approach. Leo squints, conflict evident in his features. “I'm not much of a morning person, but you are. I wanted to surprise you,” I confidently declare
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