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It’s all part of my defense mechanism. My charm, my looks, my popularity. I’m whatever they want me to be. A flirt. A social butterfly. A useless prodigy. Anything. Everything.
It’s just like silver
You haven’t been taking your meds regularly and you keep spiraling into these destructive patterns more often than not.”
Cecy already graduated, and it’s no fun without her at Royal Elite University.
1 year after Ces graduated. (Time frame)
Eli King stands by the bar, nonchalantly leaning back, one hand nestling a drink and the other tucked in his pressed black trousers. He always wears something black. Like a gothic duke in a faraway castle. A step above Dracula and Satan’s favorite tutor. It fits with the sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and vile character.
The cuffs are slightly rolled, revealing a Patek Philippe watch that’s so expensive, it could buy everyone in this club. I know because I bought that watch.
Eli King has been my damnation ever since I figured out what that word meant. My nemesis. The only man who’s immune to my charms. If anything, he disregards them with cold indifference. Like right now. His eyes exude a bottomless darkness, and their stormy gray color never rages or revolts. Never deviates from the coldness I faced the day he shattered my heart to pieces and stomped all over it. “Turn around and remove your distasteful presence from my sight, and I’ll pretend I didn’t hear your embarrassing confessions.”
What was the confession
My Remi is different. He’s lovable, a gentleman, and every woman’s dream man. He just needs a little push to see the love of his life. Aka me.”
“Only after my ring is on his finger.” “Jesus. You’re thinking of marriage at eighteen?” “I’ve loved him since I was eleven. That’s seven years too late, if you ask me.”
“The real question is.” His smooth, deep voice touches my warm skin like a whip. “What have you done to owe me the displeasure, Ava?”
I force a smile, refusing to fall for the provocation. “You know me. I love giving attention to admirers.”
“Is this the part where I get on my knees and beg?” “I’m afraid that won’t cut it.” “How about if I send flowers and a box of chocolates?” “Unoriginal. Try harder.” “If I cry into my pillow?” “Only if I get to witness it personally.” “So I have a shot. Fantastic.”
“Breathe, Ava. Fuck, come on, beautiful. Breathe.” I actually stop panicking for a second because what…? What’s going on? He called me ‘beautiful’ and he’s touching me. Matter of fact, he’s been touching me since I woke up. Eli never touches me. The longer I stare at his eyes, the more my breathing slows. They’re different. But how…? Why…? “That’s it. Good girl.” My heart trips over itself and my breathing stutters. The machines beep louder and my world tilts on its axes. Did Eli just call me a good girl? The Eli King?
“He’s talking to you, Ava,” Eli says with a cruel tilt to his lips. “We got married two years ago, remember?”
“Cecy, you…you got engaged? When? How? Where?” “A year ago.” She gives me a sheepish smile. “On an island.” “Oh my God. I’m so excited for you! Tell me everything.” “Well, Jeremy called you for advice and you said, ‘Whatever big you’re thinking of, go bigger, Jeremy. You better give Cecy a proposal worthy of her.’ So he bought me an entire island as an engagement gift, whisked me there on our anniversary, and asked me to marry him.”
“Kill and Glyn took the year off and are touring the world, backpacking, and completely disconnected from civilization. They’ve been on their trip for about three months now. They’re engaged, too.”
“Anni and Creigh. Lan and Mia. Bran and Niko. They’re getting married before Jeremy and me because Niko is in a hurry. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they eloped any day now. Niko’s definitely pro that option and keeps bringing it up daily, but Bran wants their families and friends there.”
Lan and Mia are also there because Lan is getting an MBA, but they’ll move back to London after they get married. Creigh and Anni are also moving back here, but they’re now spending time with her and Jeremy’s parents in New York. Uncle Aiden isn’t a fan of Creigh not wanting to take his role at King Enterprises. All the weight is falling on Eli’s shoulders.”
“He wants to continue sculpting for a few more years before he sacrifices his, and I quote, ‘godly artistic talent for boring corporate work.’ As you know, Bran never wanted anything to do with the business side of his family, so that only leaves Eli. He’s also involved with the corporation from his mum’s side of the family. Let’s say, it's not fun being Eli these days.”
“Don’t tell me you’re also engaged?” “Unfortunately, no. Remi is still an idiot, but he’s my idiot, so you’re not allowed to call him names. I’m the only one who can do that. Anyway, he’ll give me a ring sometime before he dies.” “You still like him?” “Don’t be daft, Ava. I don’t like him. I love him. He loves me, too, by the way.” “Does he know that?” “Deep in his heart, he does.” She grins. “How can you be sure? And no, delusion can’t be the answer, Ari.” “I’m not delusional. You’re delusional.”
Long, cruel fingers squeeze my face as flashing anger engulfs me whole. “You’ll keep your goddamn mouth shut, Ava, or so help me God, I’ll sew it shut for you.”
Did Eli force her into this marriage ?
“Don’t touch Elie with your sullied presence,” she told me while pushing me away. I grabbed her by the elbow, fingers tightening incrementally. “Who the fuck is Elie?” “The designer,”
The good news is that she hasn’t and will not find out about how this happened. The bad news is that she won’t accept it easily and will fight tooth and nail to discover the truth.
I’m neither a limp-dicked thick fucker burning for her attention nor a worshipper at her sparkly-pink glitter altar. She’s neither my benefactor nor my owner. She is, however, my wife. My fucking property.
“If I or, worse, if Ava finds anything she’s not supposed to, I’ll have your head on a spike before sunrise.”
What is she not to find ?
“You need to rest. You’ve been exerting yourself the past couple of days and that has a negative impact on your recovery.”
Did something happen to Eli too ?
“You said the same thing the last time, but now she’s ended up in the hospital. Again. How many more times can you hide this before everyone knows that she—”
If I didn’t tell her why I insisted on marrying this glamorous Tin Man, something’s up.
Turns out, I also have a folder with 3,523 pictures of the marriage. The title is My Wedding ft Tin Man.
“And yet you ended up marrying the person you hate the most. The irony.” “The horror.” “The reality, Mrs. King.” “Stop calling me that.” “But you are.
This prick has a PhD in raising my blood pressure.
Lmaoooo
“I’m high maintenance.” “Just the way I like it.” “I have extremely expensive tastes.” “Good thing I come from old money and I’m rich enough to outshine a few countries’ GDP.” “I’ll drive you crazy.” “Nothing new there.” “I don’t like you.” “That’s because you love me.” “In your damn dreams. I’m way out of your league.” “I can rope you back in if I choose to.”
“I needed a wife for my image and you needed a husband to safely leave your parents' orbit and hide your self-destructive nature, reckless behavior, and alarming mental breakdowns.
“Believe me, you’ll feel it when I punish you, Mrs. King.”
Her eyes flare up in a bright, intoxicating, and absolutely ravenous blue. My favorite color until further notice.
blame a blue-eyed, pink-obsessed little minx who gives me a hard-on with a single glare.
It’s become increasingly difficult to exist around the bane of my existence and not touch her.
A rush of life rips through me and the noose slowly loosens from around my neck. It’s not the stranger. It’s my fucking wife.
Turn around and remove your distasteful presence from my sight, and I’ll pretend I didn’t hear your embarrassing confessions.”
:(
“Impressive. I have to say, the anger makes it more memorable.” “Is that sarcasm?” “I didn’t peg you as someone who can’t handle compliments. You seem to ask for them any occasion possible.” “I didn’t peg you as someone who compliments people.” “Not people. You.”
“You’re really unperturbed about your wife learning the truth, possibly digging deeper, and shattering the illusion you’ve been miraculously maintaining?”
Omg whats the secret
The kitchen—for her usual late-night popcorn and candy floss bucket. And if she’s in the mood, strawberry ice cream could be added to the mix. The cinema theater in the basement, where she’d consume all of those while watching romantic comedies from the early 2000s.
A guest room she turned into her music lair, as she calls it, and stuffed with five cellos—one of them pink—a violin, and a piano. All instruments she plays like a pro.
Petition to transform the entire male population into men written by women. Please and thank you.
“I want to mark you, Mrs. King.” He fists my hair and lifts me so my back is flush against his chest as his dark, lust-filled words roll into my ears. “I want to hurt you, bruise you, and own you so thoroughly, you’ll be ruined for all other men. I want to feel your pain, see my welts on your porcelain skin. I want to choke your throat, bite your lips and nipples, and leave my presence across your whole body before I pound into your tight cunt so ruthlessly, you’ll beg me to stop.”
And then I hear my voice echoing in the stillness, “We shouldn’t do this. My husband would kill me if he found out.”
Aint no way this wasnt eli. Ava would not cheat on him
Truth is, I’ve craved her, so much that it hurts to look at her at times.
She was triggered and nearly threw herself off a building. That shit will never happen again.
Omg what
Because I very much do. But we both know you are not ready for that, so I gave you the option. I didn’t force you to take the pill, I only put it on the table in case you want it.”
There’s no way in fuck I’ll let another man touch her after I put my mark on her.
A kid—or a few—would make her mine for good.
