MasukTheo I waited downstairs, leaning against the car for Mirabella. Sergei was already warming up the car. He'd been driving us to the event and back.The team hired to take care of Bella's wardrobe and styling had left earlier and I was curious about what kept my wife busy still.I was checking my wrist watch for the umpteenth time, certain I had been waiting over thirty minutes.It wasn't. Only a couple of minutes, seven at most.I wanted to see Bella walk out of my house and then crawled too slow for my liking.“I'm here now, stop glaring at your wrist watch.” She said and I looked up to behold her.Bella was beautiful with zero effort and I relished it but each time she was out of her regular sweaters and day dresses and into something much more sophisticated like the wine dress that wrapped around her body, custom crafted for her, any person would be as thirsty as I was at the moment.Her heels clacked against the floor as she approached me. She was smiling as she did.The dress st
Mira.It was my turn to take him up to bed, with Sergei's help of course.I had never seen Theo anything but composed and on top of his game but tonight had been pivotal, something I had no business seeing and I went ahead and did something I had no business doing. Wife duties.“I'll handle it from here.” I informed Sergei after we jointly put him on the bed.Clearly I was the one who broke a sweat and I found it annoying that Sergei was unaffected.“Are you sure?” He said looking past me and to Theodore laying limp on the bed.I cleared my throat. “I'll be alright.” I said and Sergei nodded, about to leave the room.“Could you…” he turned to me and I folded my hands across my chest. “Could you not tell him I called myself his wife or him my husband?”Sergei smiled, the first one all day. “Roger that.” He said and left.I turned to my husband lying on the bed. It was my turn to undress him and goodness! Was he so heavy?I rolled him over and peeled off his suit and shirt then his pan
Mira “Is he going to be there all night?” Cassie asked after swishing the curtain closed. I rolled my eyes.“Between him and my husband, I don't know who's more persistent.”“Ouuuu…” Cassie did a little shake with her shoulders before plunking beside me on her bed. “husband.” I grabbed one of her many plushies, the turtle, her favorite one and tossed it at her.“Don't do that to him…” She caught it with a wince, smoothening out the soft turtle. Cassie suddenly looked up from her turtle, causing me to close the book in my hand. “What?” “Remind me again why he has been following you everywhere?” Great, she was over it the same way I was.“Apparently my husband thinks I need protection.” I rolled my eyes again.Again with the my husband thing and Cassie just wouldn't let it go.She hurried to sit with me, knocking my legs off her bed.“Are you in danger? Is he in the mafia?”She was spiraling.“He's just a crazy billionaire.” I shrugged then went towards the window. Sergei was no lo
Theo Everything seemed so quiet but I knew the silence all too well. It's always dead silent before an explosion happens.People doing what they routinely do, couples having dates at a restaurant, people at the grocery shop, just walking down the street. It's always dead silent until it blows.This was the way my world was. Trouble brews, swells, simmers and then all of a sudden it blows up in your face. I'd learned this the hard way and secured the scar on my jaw and I swore never to be unprepared for the worst.Still, I felt it. I was being targeted and I had no idea what game the person was playing. It isn't Zoya because she only cared about art pieces and siphoning funds using them and Nic wasn't that reckless. I had no idea who was doing this and why. That was the most unsettling part of it all. I didn't know. I, an information monger, had no clue on who was behind this or why but with Mirabella in the picture, everything was at stake.Mirabella is everything.I checked my w
Theo “You can't take that project Mirabella.” I said pacing around my study. I may have condoned it if it were not for the stunt Zoya pulled on the art minister. Bella's arms were folded, her jaw set. “You will not tell me what to do?” I rubbed my chin. “I'm trying to protect you. For goodness sake!” “Protect me from what, Theo?” She dug her hands into her pocket and pulled them out again. “Exactly.” She said when I didn't respond. “You will stay quiet to the end.” “Bella—” “If you won't say anything to me then maybe the real danger here is you.” Her words tore right through me, I winced visibly. She was right but it was the only way. I watched her for a second then approached her, we were a few feets apart and it took a lot from me not to touch her. “Zoya isn't someone you want to keep around.” She looked up at me, stern and unyielding. “And why is that?” How was I to tell my wife that the woman she was dealing with was a cold murderer and notorious thief. I imagi
Mira It was a pleasant surprise to see Zoya. Last we'd seen each other was at my final year defence. She had been one of the few art majors to sign a petition on my behalf which actually helped my cause otherwise I would've been flagged for plagiarism.She was my senior at Edinburgh and her art style was a unique form of line art not with pencils but with a burst of colors, which was a sharp contrast to her dark personality and dark outfit, even now the only color aside from black on her is her skin color.She still did her hair in her infamous sleek ponytail, the sheen on her brown hair was very hard to pass.She handed me the bouquet of flowers once we're inside then ordered a man, a body guard I presumed, to keep the gift bag and wait outside for her.“Did you see a ghost?” She asked with folded arms as she walked around my studio. Bad timing. Last time I'd been here I left it a mess and worked from home instead. She was nodding at a piece.I set down the bouquet of flowers. They
Everyone was playing with me.They always did, not once has there ever been a time anyone took me seriously or cared for what I had to say. It was always I'm sure Mira wouldn't mind.All this was fishy, how was everyone fine with me marrying my sister's fiance.I wanted to flee from this sham and d
I wasn't one to be jittery.My palms were sweaty, my nerves were getting the better of me but all that ceased as the large hall door opened and the bride stepped in with her father.I watched closely as she walked further.I made the call, but the only way to know if it worked was to see the bride,
I was supposed to accompany my sister, walk her down the aisle, and be her bridesmaid.What I was not supposed to be doing was wearing her dress and walking down the aisle perched on my father's arm to be wedded to the same man my sister was supposed to marry.“Keep smiling Mirabella.” My father hi
Theo Father’s glass didn't quite make it to his lips, his eyes traced my gaze to where Harper stood with my wife. Her arms are folded in front of her. “You'll bore a hole.” I glared at my father. “I'll burn down everything if need be.” He cleared his throat. “You better keep that jealousy of yo







