Stretching my arms out and yawning, I rose from the beautiful and most comfortable bed I had ever slept on (a lovely king-sized bed) and I have never had such an awesome time sleeping like this.
Oh yeah, of course, my so-called husband was nowhere to be seen in this room that was surprisingly 'ours'.
I arranged the bed, did my morning routine in our excessively classy gold-themed bathroom, made sure to spend enough time during my bath and washed my hair with the wonderful strawberry-scented shampoo. I returned to the bedroom, straightened my hair then wore a red dress I found in the wardrobe that clearly belonged to Indy.
I left for the kitchen, not crossing paths with Tristan at all.
“Good morning, madam.” Two of the male workers in the kitchen greeted me.
One thing I had noticed in this house was that there was only one female worker and the rest of them were male.
“Good morning.” I greeted.
“What would you like to eat?” One of them in an apron asked.
“Eat? No, I’ll do the cooking.”
They shared a glance at each other in surprise.
“Anyway, I’m Hazel.” I smiled and sauntered to them. “You are?”
“I’m David, I’m in charge of cooking here.” The one in apron replied.
“And I’m Mike Gerald, I’m the driver but here to grab my food.”
“Oh, it’s nice to meet you.” I grinned. “Please let me know where the ingredients are placed in this kitchen.”
“It'll be my pleasure.” David smiled.
With David’s help, I made toast and eggs with coffee for myself, any two workers, and maybe Tristan. There was no harm in giving him breakfast, was there?
I decided to have breakfast with David and Mike and I had to admit that they were very fun to be with.
“Wow, your cooking is really great. I’m so jealous.” David commented. “I’ll have to learn from you.”
We both chuckled before serving it properly for Tristan.
“Do you perhaps know where Tristan is?”
“The boss? If I’m not wrong, he should be working out now so you can check the gym. If he isn’t there then you can ask anyone around.”
“Okay, thanks.”
I placed his meal on a tray then left the kitchen in search of the gym. After asking the workers around (definitely men— really handsome men), I finally located where the gym was.
For some reason, my heart rate went crazy— was I making the wrong decision? The anger in his eyes last night wasn’t something I wanted to experience again. Maybe he might’ve calmed down and was able to process the fact that I was now his wife and there was nothing to do about it?
My palms were already sweaty but I still pushed the door of the gym open anyway.
My eyes landed on Tristan who was in only a singlet and sweatpants, and was on the phone with someone. I was certain my heart skipped a beat at how his strong biceps were glistening due to his sweat.
A frown was quick to form on his face at my presence.
“I’ll call you later, bye.” He ended the call, shoved the phone into his sweatpants pocket then approached me. Every step he took closer to me was making my breath seize till he finally stopped in front of me. Of course he was taller than me and I had to raise my head a bit to meet his furious gaze.
He glared at me, scanning me from head to toe then his eyes landed on the tray of food in my hands.
“What the heck is this?” He gruffed.
“Breakfast for you.”
“You brought breakfast for me? In the gym?” Jeez, I was so stupid to have brought his food to the gym.
“You can have it downstairs.”
“Are you really out of your mind?” Uh? Excuse me?
“What?”
“What are you trying to achieve? Are you trying to gain my attention or something?”
“It’s just breakfast,” I frowned too.
His frown intensified as he grasped my arm, causing the tray to fall from my hands and everything shattered on the floor.
“Listen up,” he pulled me to his chest (something I would’ve considered a dream come true if he didn’t look like a demon that wanted to beat me up right now), having a really tight and painful grasp of my arms, his electric blue eyes were burning with so much rage that could cause a fire. “We’re married now, I actually needed to get married for my business deals. You can ask for any amount of money you want and I’ll give everything to you without complaining but never… I repeat, never think of being a real wife else you’ll experience your worst nightmare. Never expect to receive love from me or try to get close to me, stay very far away from me as possible if you don’t want to get into more trouble.”
There was no hint of any good emotion in his eyes, only pure hatred, belittlement, and fury. Oh hell no, I had made the most terrible mistake of my life by getting married to this monster. Why had I agreed to help Indy out? What sort of crazy mess had I put myself in now? It had been proven, I was never going to be happy ever again.
“Stay away.” He repeated, his eyes were starting to turn red. “I hope you’ve heard me right?!” He barked.
I shut my eyes, turning my face away for a few seconds. “You’re hurting my arms.” I frowned too, re-opening my eyes.
He let go of me like he just realized he almost made my arms bleed, glanced at me again before storming out of the gym room.
I gazed at the destroyed meal on the floor then back at the door, watching the life I had expected to be filled with love and happiness crumble down completely.
Why on Earth had I put myself into this mess? How could I have fallen for such a terrible person? I never wanted to believe it but now I believe that he's indeed a heartless devil.
“Are you my driver or someone else is?” I asked Mike, making breakfast for everyone and of course definitely not Tristan.“Yes. I’d be so honored to drive you.” He said with a bow that caused a smile to appear on my face.“I have to go to work today, my boss is so mad at me for taking such a long break.”“The boss' wife has a boss.” David chuckled, passing a glass of juice to Mike.I didn’t respond to him but finalized the meal while Mike took his leave to arrange for the car.I had breakfast with David and a few other make workers at the dining table, chatting with them whi
Tristan finally pulled over in front of the bakery I worked at. I would’ve asked him how he knew where I was working but of course he must’ve driven Indy here.“Don’t move.” He said with that annoying authoritative voice of his. Curious to know what he was up to, I didn’t move.He got out of the car, turned around and surprisingly opened the door for me, stretching his hand to me.I raised an eyebrow at him but he only wore a smile.“Just give me your hand.” He said angrily through his smiling teeth.What sort of weird man was this?I accepted his hand then he helped me out of the car.“Thank you?” I said, still wondering what had gotten into him all of a sudden. He stood up for me, drove me to work though he said I shouldn’t work here anymore, he al
What on Earth could be more frustrating than living your life the same way everyday?It had been three months since that crazy man called Tristan had left for God-knows-where, not even a call to say hi, he only ever called to say stupid things or give orders, or he must’ve accidentally butt-dialed because he says nothing.Images of him with different models always flooded the internet, frustrating my life so much!My feelings for him had almost washed away 100%.Except the good food and mansion, nothing else was different in my financial status; I wasn’t swimming in money or anything of the sort, just the same poor me.Well… it was probably till at least 9 months I was going to see that devil again.“Hey, what are you thinking of again?” Mike asked, passing a glass of orange juice to me.&nbs
~ TRISTAN ~I was finally done with work for today. I had tried to hurry up in order to cover up for my honeymoon break.“Finally free,” I got up from the chair with a smile of relief on my face, arranged all the necessary files accordingly on the desk, placed the photo properly then left the home office.“Hazel, Hazel—” I had to tell her about the honeymoon immediately. We needed to leave tomorrow so we could return quickly.I got into the elevator to convey to the living room.After the elevator doors re-opened, a frown was plastered on my face at the sight of Hazel with Mike; he had his arm around her shoulders and they were laughing at something I could tell was definitely stupid.Storming to them, Mike immediately flinched from her and rose to his feet.&n
Tristan didn’t return home last night and neither was he home this morning.I had packed my bags for the so-called honeymoon but still no sign of him. Despite my numerous calls, no response.“Where is Tristan?” I asked a random man who suddenly approached me.“I have no idea.”“Gosh, I've been trying to call him since yesterday but no response. What’s going on?”“I really have no idea. I was only told to drive you to the airport. He said you shouldn’t be late.”I let out a heavy sigh. “Please pack my bags.”“Of course, I will.” He bowed politely.I left for our room to give him and another man my bags then locked the door after they left, stripped my clothes off then got into a long black rhine
My chest was burning with excitement from simply hugging him, it felt like I had an entire world of joy in my arms, like I had achieved a world goal.“What are you doing?” The vibration of his deep and husky voice against my chest caused me to flinch.He gently pushed me from him, looking confused. “What was that?”“You don’t know what a hug means?”“What was that for?”"Tristan.... I'm really confused, I don’t know where to begin.”“Why did you just hug me?” He frowned again, walking towards the bed and
“Good morning.” I greeted Tristan who was typing away on his laptop.Of course he didn’t respond to me so I walked away, grabbed a nice and comfy dress to wear.“Wear something else.” Tristan’s deep voice said from behind me. I turned to him but he was still staring at his laptop’s screen.“Why?”“We’ll have to attend a party, it’s business-related. So we're going to buy new clothes today, for you to wear to the party. Be ready in twenty minutes.”“I’m sorry about reading your diary last night but I think we have to resolve this misunderstanding.&rdqu
~ HAZEL ~“Hi, Charlotte.” I grinned.“Hey, how’s everything now? Have you resolved your misunderstandings yet? Should I get ready to be an Aunt?”“An Aunt?” I burst into laughter.“Yes, you and Tristan’s babies.” I heard her laugh too from the other end of the line.“Tristan still insists on not loving me. He won’t let us resolve our differences. We are in an extremely beautiful beach house now and we’ll be here for 2 days.”“That’s great, Tristan loves swimming. Don’t worry, everything will be fine. It’ll take a while for him to accept his feelings for you again but it’ll be fine, just don’t give up on him. I’m so glad you have feelings for him too.”