Chapter 2
I believer in fairytales. I believed in true love like the one my parents had, and hoped to find that for myself someday. I knew my parents would have wanted that for me, and not for me to be trapped into a loveless and forced marriage done for my grandfather’s sake.
With every minute of silence I spent in that car, I could sense my own dreams of the future breaking and being left behind.
The silent torture of an hour (that seemed like an eternity) ended when the limousine stood in front of a house so huge, it
was a mansion.
Housemaids and butlers stood at its entrance as if waiting for us, and Gabriel was out of the door the second the car stopped.
Two housemaids helped me out of the car because of the size of the dress I was wearing, and I politely smiled at them.
“Welcome home. Mrs. Whitlock. They both giggled like shy schoolgirls.
“Thank you 1 mumbled and when I looked ahead, Gabriel had already disappeared inside the house.”
I sighed sadly, trying to hide my disappointment as I held my head high and walked in by myself behind him, taking in the extravagance of the Polish floors and chandeliers and perfectly kept flowers in vases.
Some people had a home. Gabriel Whitlock had taken a page out of a Vogue magazine and simply brought it to reality.
It was so beautiful. I hated it.
I could see Gabriel walk up the stairs, and shaking my head. I simply followed him while one of the housemaids carried my trail for me.
At the end of the stairs, when I took the right behind him, he turned with his hands crossed in front of him, looking at me with irritation. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m following you to our room.”
“Our room?” He looked like he wanted to laugh, “You think we’re going to share rooms?”
I blinked. “We’re not?”
“My room is at the end of this hallway. Yours is at the end of that He pointed in the opposite direction.
The remaining shreds of any hope of a more cordial relationship between us died. “Good,” I pretended to be relieved, “I was dreading sharing a room.”
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*Like I said to your grandfather, you would have no complaints. The smile he drew to his lips was forced and sarcastic. “Luna is going to be with you at all times. She will escort you to your chamber.”
Escort Chamber?
What was he, royalty?
Nonetheless, I just nodded.
“Oh, and…” He added, “I was hoping I could come to your room. He paused, checked his watch, and then looked up.
Thirty minutes. To talk
“To talk.
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Again, I nodded.
when he said my room is
if you need anything,” Luna said,
knit. “So you’ll just be standing
Yes,
“Doing what?”
“Waiting, Mrs. Whitlock.”
“Waiting for…what?”
to call
but her face didn’t move
feel the need to go out of your way
get water for myself from the kitchen? I
“Exactly. She agreed.
mouth to say something, anything, but then shut it again immediately. “Thanks.” I
this
the apartment I struggled to pay rent of
out of my wedding gown, and then I got in the tub to soak myself in hot water. I stayed there for an
about how sad I was once I was already married, since what was already done couldn’t be undone, but I couldn’t help it. I knew a lot of girls wouldn’t consider marrying a man as rich as handsome as Gabriel as
father was there on scholarship. She knew he didn’t have a lot of money. but she loved him and left her family for him any way. They were
my dark eyes, dark hair and
liked money just as much as the next person, but I didn’t use it
I felt
out
hair.
my body when I opened the bathroom door, and found my new
he looked up at me, but he remained unfazed at my half-naked
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commented, “It’s been forty-two
was going to come. It took me a moment to let go of my shock and glare at him. “Did nobody teach
house. The
towel tight around me. Would you have even entered the bathroom if it
the bed, unbuttoning the jacket of another crisp suit he had changed into. Conveniently ignoring what I asked, he placed a black
that?”
Amex. No
staring
irritated. It’s for
take care
grandparents can cover the bill of my grandpa’s cancer treatment. I didn’t want anything from
a Chanel bag to gift my mother for the lunch we’re
You can
am buying it.” He grumbled. “You’re just the one
he had ignored ine earlier. If that’s all. I would really
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