The Bride

My phone vibrated and a text came in and I took it out of my bag and checked it. It was a text from Vina. Adrian stood up with a nervous smile. Why was he so nervous? I saw him walk over to the other side of where Karen was sitting and kneel down with a small black box. I clutched the phone and Karen looked like she was having a hard time breathing because she knew what was going to happen.

When he opened the box, the diamond ring inside the box caught everyone’s attention and he gasped and put his hand to his mouth. “Will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?”

When he spoke kindly, she nodded and said YES.

He puts his hand on her, wears a ring, tears in his eyes, and the people in the room applaud.

You’ve only been dating for 3 weeks, but have you proposed? for me? I was sipping water and hoping for some wine as they hugged and he invited me to watch him marry his girlfriend. I force myself to smile when I see them kissing and hugging you, Chloe. I felt like someone was stabbing my heart with a knife. I reached for the wine bottle and was disappointed to find that it was empty. I turned to look at Tristan who was looking at them. I drank his wine, he looked at me and I smiled.

“Help me take a picture.”

He handed me the phone and I tried to look happy while taking pictures. He posed a lot with the ring on and made me take a picture of him kissing.

I tried to find an excuse to leave

When she showed the picture to Adrian, I texted Vina and told her to call so she could make an excuse to go answer the phone and never come back. It took some time to process, our food arrived and the boat was spinning from the delicious food, but we had to leave before we made the scene with a table knife.

Finally Veena called and I smiled at them as I woke up. “I’m sorry, I have to answer.”

I left the restaurant in a hurry. – Okay, tell me what’s going on.

He asked me to answer the phone immediately. – Adrian just proposed to Karen.

“Wait, is that the reason for dinner?”

“I think so.”

“It’s brutal, I shouldn’t have done it”

Call to see how you feel

Hey, do you want me to come and be with you?

“No, I’m going home to drink and sleep.”

‘Look, okay? I’m worried…

Brother.”

– Yes, I’ll call you tomorrow. – Do not be stupid.

He said before hanging up. I called Morris and waited for him to come.

come get me

“Is dinner over, Miss Simpson?”

“No, uh… I had to leave because I wasn’t feeling well.”

I wanted to lie that my brother’s goat had a miscarriage. – Can I take you to the hospital? – No, take me home.

– OK.

As soon as I entered the house, I took off my shoes, went into the cellar, got a bottle of brandy, and went to the kitchen.

I picked up the glass and poured it, then wrapped my head up and down and gently curled the top into a bun.

I sat on the island and sipped my drinks while thinking about various things. It was an alcoholic drink, but I drank it so I wouldn’t think too much. It seems to have been very helpful in my case.

I wanted to hear the news of the proposal rather than see it with my own eyes. Someone came into the kitchen and I expected to see Maurice, but it was Tristan.

“Are you here because you want more wine?”

He leaned against a chair far from me. – No, you left too.

‘Adrian asked to see you because it will take forever to get you back. I had to call Morris. He told me you are sick, can you explain?

“I’m not lying, I’m sick to my stomach and sometimes alcohol helps.”

I knew there was no point.

“Aren’t you too young to drink that much?”

I shrugged. I was in my twenties and maybe it was illegal, but oh.

I got up and got another cup and poured it for him and he took it. – How was the meal?

‘Okay, it was heavenly. We must visit it again.

I turned my eyes to him. Maybe you need to get him drunk and reveal the truth. I never saw him drunk. He always kept an eye on the amount of alcohol, so he didn’t mind that I stole his alcohol. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever drunk like that.”

“It is an honor”. I bowed my head.

As she sips her drink with a smile, I look at her lips in the glass. It looked so soft. How does it feel to kiss Tristan? I pushed the thought out of my head, it must be a drinking story, but I was curious.

I had this crazy idea in my head and I knew I was going to regret it. I took a sip and stood up.

I stopped in front of him and he raised his eyebrows and looked down at me. His blue eyes held many secrets I wanted to know. it was not

The sin of loving the enemy.

I grabbed the front of his shirt and went on tiptoe

His eyes turned to her seductive pink lips. Not knowing what to do again, I stopped her and kissed her lower lip softly.

I waited for him to kiss me but he didn’t and I pulled back and looked into his blue eyes filled with pure desire. “You’re not drunk yet?”

– He looked at me with his eyes and asked me. “Not”.

When he lay back on the island and kissed my lips, few words came out of my mouth. I moaned at the sudden movement and responded to every movement of his lips. One hand grabbed my bottom and the other wrapped around my neck. I’ve never kissed like that. The feeling was beyond my imagination. The movement of his lips and tongue makes my legs itch and fills my belly with sweet unknowns. He pecked my bottom lip and gently pulled me between his lips, breaking the hot kiss.

We looked at each other, panting, wavering in his eyes, but passion reigned in his eyes. I wanted more, my body was asking for his touch and I wanted to kiss him again.

As if reading my mind, he lifted me onto the table and I ran my fingers through his hair as he moved between my legs. Our body temperature increased the temperature around us.

As he leaned back and kissed me softly, his eyes were now on my swollen lips. I wondered when the last time was

It was as if I had awakened his hunger.

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol but I like it so I don’t want it to last that long but who cares? He ran his hands through my shirt and over my thighs, leaving goosebumps.

He grabbed my skin with his fingers,

I felt his tracks on me. He bit my lip and I let out another moan.

“Chloe?”

I backed away and we both turned to see Adrian staring at us from the exit. l

Adrian’s eyes moved from my face to mine.

Thigh with Tristan’s hand. we

Both were silent and did not leave

from each other. Why did I feel like such a scary person? I’m not wrong, right? – I’ll wait for you in the living room.

– He said and left.

The anger in his voice.

I turned and saw Tristan, some space, and he fired

The heat around me was with him, but mine was

Even with makeup, her body was still hot. He drank and gulped, then sat back and watched me jump off the isle. I straightened my dress and combed my hair back with my fingers. I met him in the living room. He looked in front of me like he was looking for something and I asked him with a frown.

see “Tristan said you were sick.”

– He looked at me as if he was trying to explain.

– Yes, I’m nauseous.

I sat and said Why was he here?

He came over and sniffed the air around me which was very embarrassing. “You’re drunk?”

He looked very angry, and I opened my mouth to answer, but he cut me off.

“I promise I won’t let you go so easily if they take advantage of you.”

He wanted to go to the kitchen, but I stopped him. What he did? Shall I go in there and hit you?

– Stop Tristan, I kissed him, I’m not drunk!

I screamed. “Do you think I’m drunk?” Do you think I’m drunk?

I asked as I looked at his face. Something flashed in his eyes and disappeared before he could see what it was. ‘Why are you here? Shouldn’t you stay with your husband?

“Yes, I was going to go with you, but I was worried about you, so I decided to come here.”

I was trying not to laugh, but after inviting my friend to see her get married, would she expect me to be okay? “take care.”

– This is how it looks.

He looked at the kitchen and then at me.

“good night”

– He said and left. I closed my eyes and pumped

Wow, what a terrible night. Tristan was leaving the kitchen when I returned. – Sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you. She apologized, running her fingers through her hair.

I ignored him and went to the kitchen to get some shoes and a bag and the leftovers.

Tristan wasn’t there when I left the kitchen and it was quick. It’s been a week since Tristan and Adrian proposed to Karen. We both pretended it didn’t happen and never talked about it. Nothing has changed between us and I’m glad it hasn’t.

Adrian came home but we didn’t talk much and Tristan didn’t seem to care. I told Veena what happened and she did

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‘You are an idiot! Aren’t you drunk?

– I was very serious.

“It was good that he came, and now it’s only fair. I’m trying to imagine what he would have looked like when he kissed you.

“He was just worried about me.” “Keep telling yourself that.” He laughed. “How is school?” I quickly changed the subject.

“Okay, no one’s talking about you now.”

“Gray?”

‘He’s no better than you, Chloe. He says scary things about you and scolds everyone who leaves, and I haven’t spoken to him since the wedding.”

I laughed, I don’t know how I was

I felt more for Gray, but I still worried about him. We were good friends before we even thought about dating. He showed that a broken heart can beat again. Our conversation quickly ended when her mother entered her room. It was Saturday night and I wanted to do something to keep me busy. I decided to go to the kitchen and cook dinner. – Are you sure you don’t need my help? Morris asked a third time.

“Yes, Morris, I’m not the first to cook pasta.”

I smiled at him. – You can leave now.

He hesitated, but left anyway. “What are you doing?”

Tristan asked as he walked into the kitchen with his laptop. – Cooking?

“Can you cook?”

“You’ll find out in a moment.” I laughed. “Call me if you need help.”

He sat down on the island with a bottle of water and started working on his laptop. I do not need your help.

I looked over my shoulder at him and said.

I’d put my favorite song on my phone and hum it while I cooked, and if it was my best song, I’d pounce. So my plan was to come here and find out why he ruined my life. And I’ve been with him for over a month. I miss my family, but I can’t go back. I know Tristan has been through a lot and he doesn’t deserve my kindness. I hope he has a good reason for doing so.

I wear black so be careful not to get the hot sauce on it

Nike shorts and purple baggy t-shirt. I closed the microwave oven and poured the spaghetti noodles into a stainless steel colander.

Oh, honey, honey… look what you’ve done to me… I’m with someone new… I sang the lyrics using the spoon as a microphone and heard Tristan laugh, but when I turned around he was deep in my laptop.

I dance with strangers… I dance with strangers. I took the knife and cut the carrot and the knife slipped out of my hand when I was about to dance until the song ended.

– Ahh!

I moaned as he touched and scarred my right thigh. “Stubborn!”

I saw blood sliding down the skin, God, it wasn’t deep

cut

“What are you doing?” “It was an accident.”

He rummaged through the closet and pulled out a first aid kit. “See.”

He took my hand and led me into the living room.

I sat down on the couch and he knelt between my legs and took a cotton pad and a bottle. “That’s what you get when you don’t thrive.”

“It’s not that I’m clumsy, but my sword fell out of my hand while I was dancing.”

I defended myself.

I covered my legs while he brought the soaked cotton to the wound. “Remain silent.”

He grabbed my ass with his free hand and pushed my leg and I held my hand

I breathed in, closed my eyes and prepared to face the pain.

I immediately felt sick when he touched my wounds and I felt a pain run through my body. I tried to block my leg but he grabbed my thigh tightly.

I tilted my head back in pain and bit my lower lip, moaning to stop the pain and biting my lip harder.

The pain was relieved when warm air touched the skin. When I opened my eyes, I saw him blowing warm air into my wounds, lips pursed, and a strange feeling of being dangerously close to my skin, sending strange sensations through my body.

All I could think about were his hands on my hips, his lips on my skin, and his last repeated kiss on my head. I shouldn’t think about it, my boyfriend kicked me.

But I couldn’t control the urge to feel his lips and hands touch mine and he took a step back and looked away. This is

Don’t make the wound worse, I moaned, biting my bottom lip.

He stopped and I turned to see him still staring at my lips between his teeth, his Adam’s apple bulging and looking into his eyes from our last kiss. “Are you ready?”

I held my breath and asked. The tension here is killing me.

– Yes, let me plaster it.

When I nodded, he slowly stopped and knelt down. His eyes looked at my face and then my lips and neck and set my body on fire.

He reached between my legs and gently stroked his hand down my thigh to the hem of my shorts. My heart raced as he came closer and he wrapped his arms around my knees and pulled me closer until I was at the foot of the chair.

He came up to my lips and I immediately gasped when our lips touched. It started soft, but the more it touched my mouth, the more intense it became. I gripped the chair tightly and kissed back every time he ran a finger through my hair. My legs were bent on the floor in a sweet sensation. Suddenly he pulled back as if I had set him on fire and I saw the fear in his eyes. He shook his head, took a step away from me and sat on the floor like I had the plague. “Tristan?”

Slowly crawling to where she sat, she grabbed her bangs and buried her face in her hands.

“Tristan, what’s going on?” – Call Adrian.

Sweat. “Can I help?”

“I told you to call Adrian!!!”

I jumped to my feet, startled by his tone, and ran to the phone. Adrian took the second ring. – Hello, Chloe.

“Hadrian, come quickly.” Tristan is in trouble.

“Okay, calm down and follow him.” I’ll be back in five minutes.

– Hurry up please.

I sat next to him on the floor and he was quiet but sweaty and his hands were shaking and I didn’t know what to do to help.

Adrian arrived with a large man with uncombed black hair wearing a collared sweater and black pants.

back. They both went to where he was, picked him up and carried him to his room. I was about to enter the room when Adrian stopped me. – Stay in the room and the doctor will check if you are okay.

“No, I want to know what happened to him!”

I wanted to force my way in but he stopped me.

“It’s going to be okay, Chloe.”

“You want to know what’s going on?” I almost screamed. “You’re not helping the situation now, wait in your room!”

‘When will all this end? You are hiding something from me.

– Chloe, wait in your room.

I looked at him before I left. I waited for several hours, but did not see

Adrian, I came out of my room and in front of Tristan.

I was so tired I couldn’t stand on the stairs, sleepy, yawning and cooking pasta. I stood right in front of the door, and Adrian went out alone.

“How is he?”

– I’m sleeping, I’m fine now. – And the doctor?

– He left an hour ago.

“What’s going on or are you going to tell me before I get mad?”

‘I don’t know if I should say that. Tristan has PTSD. He’s been fighting this for years and you should know that.

PTSD is a post-traumatic stress disorder.

I don’t know what he went through, but I still remember what he said. “Go to bed, it’s almost 2am. Call me if anything happens.”

– Well goodnight. “good night.”

I wanted to open his room, I fought him and went to my room. I fell asleep earlier than I expected.

I woke up a little late and went straight to Tristan. When I tried to open the door, it was locked inside.

“Tristan?”

I knocked and waited but no one answered. I knocked again, but there was no answer, and when I raised my beak to knock again, the door suddenly opened and my heart was pounding.

Tristan was standing alone in front of me, dressed in black boxers and a thong.

He made me look sexy, and when I opened my mouth to say something, he dragged me into the room. He made me sit on the bed and then sat on the gray couch in front of the bed.

“You want to know why you’re here?” he said angrily. “Good…”

Was it the right time? Shall I tell him half? “If…”

“I will tell you.”

He came in and I felt uncomfortable. Why all of a sudden? I tried not to worry too much, but how could I with a half-naked Greek god in front of me?

“You came to help me dream.”

he said after taking a deep breath. “Here you go?”

– It makes no sense.

When I tried not to laugh, did you try to be funny?

“It’s easy.”

She said as she leaned back in her chair showing off her drooling figure. Her smart suit hit me in the face and her skin looked smooth. ‘Oh yes? If it were that simple, I wouldn’t need you.

I am calm now because he is no longer angry. ‘Now it’s your job to listen. I do everything I say.”

“And if I have to ask a question?” “No questions.”

“Isn’t it fair if I don’t understand?”

– I will explain everything to you.

he cut

– OK. I’m listening.

I leaned back and lifted the weight with my hands. He stood up and rubbed his thumb on his chin as if talking to me. I walked around the room waiting for him to say something and I was surprised there were no pictures of him in his room because he was obsessed with it. “It’s something I don’t want to say, but since you’re involved in this and you’re playing a big part, you have no choice.”

big roll?

“I’m doing this for my mom.”

He paused for a moment and said he had a strange feeling in the room. He seemed uncomfortable talking to me and I didn’t bother him because I was tired of waiting for an answer.

“You know uhm how long it all happens.”

He looked at me and scratched the back of my neck. I laughed when he looked like a teenager trying to express his feelings to his crush.

“Let’s get to the point. I want to dream about my mother. She’s very sick and she’s going to die.”

die Mrs. Sanchester was dying, and seemed perfectly well to me. “He was too busy to take care of me through what I was going through and made sure I was in rehab every day.”

“Repair?”

I immediately jumped.

“This is not my subject, so I do not ask or inquire.”

His voice was angry. ‘Well, my mom spent every day with me, we didn’t know what to expect and we didn’t even know she had cancer. Until I found out it was too late. It has already spread to different parts of the body,” he said.

His voice lost strength.

‘Chemotherapy didn’t work for him. He doesn’t have much time left on Earth.

He rubbed his palms together as if trying to ease the pain in his lower abdomen and looked down. I wanted to go closer to him and hug him, but I resisted.

‘I want to give him something, I don’t want him to die and worry about me. I thought marrying Sophia would help me, relieve my anxiety and make me happy, but she became more worried.

He looked up and met my gaze

he looked away

‘On the night of the wedding, I heard him tell his grandmother that he didn’t like Sophia and that he was afraid I wouldn’t be happy with her. The plan was to marry her to make her happy. We had to do something because we were close to Novas.

It was a last-minute decision,” he said.

“Did Hadrian know this was going to happen?”

– Yes, I told him I can’t marry Sophia.

“Then why did you choose me, I looked old that day?”

“No questions.” I nodded. He continued: “I told my boyfriend I was pregnant and I had to trust everyone, so I told him it was a church story.”

Yes, I was his boyfriend. ‘We needed a young man to do it.

To be more specific, I want to create a love story that makes people think it’s true love and I’m keeping it a secret because of the age difference.”

“I chose you because you made me.” – I did it? How?”

“You were looking at me and I had no one else. I had to do more drama to keep everyone on my side.”

I waited for my angry smile, but I didn’t see it. “My family is relieved I’m not married to Sophia.”

he said smiling.

‘Now we love them and you hold my baby. “I am especially happy about my mother’s fake pregnancy,” she said.

– Do you think that’s right? He looked at me suspiciously. “Would your mother be happy when she finally dies? If God showed her the truth?” Did it really happen?

need? you ruined my life

Novas were insulted. that’s all

Dumbass”.

– I just want to play with you. “No no.”

He groaned and wiped his face with his hands.

“Don’t make it difficult. It’ll take two months. Once it’s over, I’ll fix the mess,” he promises.

“Do you know who Mr. Sanchester is?” “Don’t call me that.”

‘I know you’re sick and you want to help your mom, but I’ve been with you for over a month trying to figure out why you’re acting up, and to be honest, I was expecting vague things. I lost almost everything and even if the truth is revealed, my life will be the same. all

thanks.”

I stopped and thought. I didn’t like the idea, but I wanted to help. I’m starting to feel guilty for going along with his stupid plans to cheat everyone and help his mother.

I turned to look at him and he looked at me and asked me to say yes with his eyes. “When this is over, I promise to tell the truth to everyone, your family, the whole town and even the world. If you want me to go to every radio station and report this, I will.” It’s fine if you want every news

Even in the channel air do it to me

it’s good. If you want money, I’ll give it to you

I will give.”

He looked very vulnerable now. “I will do it on one condition.”

I said holding up a finger to show 1 and he moaned loudly.

“Okay, what’s going on?”

He folded his arms and leaned back. “Promise me you’ll never hurt yourself again. Whatever you do to the mirrors with your bare hands…you know what I mean.”

“It’s not up to me and it’s not out of my control, but I’ll try. I promise.”

he said with a sad smile. – What moves him? I asked. “Do not worry.”

I thought he didn’t want to talk about it. I’ve heard it’s helpful to talk to someone about it. I had a high school friend whose father had PTSD and the burden was so great that he killed himself.

– My mannequin agreed to help.

– I said and got up and left. He rose from his chair and took a step closer. He held out his arms and I looked at him in confusion as he invited me into his open arms. I smiled knowing he wanted to hug me and I’d be an idiot to say no. As I approached, he hugged me tightly. His skin felt good when he touched my face.

– Thank you, Cassandra.

He whispered into my head with his chin. I wanted to tell you how he came to know the name I didn’t like.

“Or do you like Cassie?”

He asked when I said nothing. “Call me Chloe, I love Chloe.” I closed my eyes and whispered.

“I like Cassie.”

I remembered the night I ignored him and heard his heartbeat and thought he was dead. I heard a knock on the door

I mentally groaned and pulled away. “open”.

He opened the door with a big smile, Maurice. “Hello Mr. Sanchester, good morning Miss Simpson, would you like to sleep well?”

“Yes and you?”

“Always good. I’m here to inform you that breakfast is ready.”

– Okay, I’m hungry.

I said rubbing my stomach.

– Come on, I’ll come down after a while. I went to the restaurant with Maurice. Everything was fine until now, but I dreamed where she was.

Sanchester chased me around the house for lying. Thursday Maurice went to see him

So Tristan took over the kitchen.

What happened with the knife last time, nothing could help. I was on the island and I was looking at how the chicken breast tastes. He looked like a chef, saw how his hands moved and how focused he was.

‘I’m tired of sitting here and watching you. Help. Let me die here the last time there was an accident.

I begged

“Dishwasher available.”

It was my most hated thing in the kitchen. I got up and went to the sink and there were only three plates. More than anything, I have to work. Tristan came to wash his hands.

He stood behind me, wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my head as I washed my hands. I didn’t know why he liked it.

I looked at his hand and saw a new bruise from the anger that had built up inside me. As if his chin was falling off his head, he quickly turned around and grabbed a paper towel and wiped his hands, but the blood stains on his eyes did not disappear.

– You promised.

He looked down at me and ignored me. Oh, I couldn’t get over that.

“You told me”

– I told you, I have no control! he is looking at me “Of course you can.” You should try it.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Don’t tell me you know what I’ve been through!”

– Okay, tell me and I’ll help you!

– I do not need your help!

“Are you going to spend the rest of your life like this?” Torture yourself no matter what. I understand. I don’t know what you’re going through, but hurting yourself is not the way to deal with it.”

Now I have to change jobs as a psychiatrist.

– You don’t care how I spend my life!

His chin clenched tightly. “Why should I help you lie if you don’t stop? I made a deal, and if you don’t keep it, I won’t help you with your stupid plans!”

I screamed. “Looks like you have a choice.” he murmured

I clenched my fists because I wanted to slap you across the face for what I just said. “Then I’ll go.”

He laughed a little at my words.

‘Last time I checked, you were bankrupt and no one will protect you. It’s just me. Come here and take care of my business. Because I was never asked about the nasty backside.

I became pale and mute.

Tristan didn’t move when I looked into his eyes and he couldn’t believe what he had just said. He saw it and called it terrible. Does it look that scary? I turned to him with the rudest expression I could muster. She runs out of the kitchen in tears and up the stairs

in my room. I closed the door, leaned back and slowly slid across the floor. I tried to stop the sound from my lips, but I couldn’t.

An ominous sign? He pulled his knees to his chest, hugged her tightly and cried for a long time, crying continuously.

I got up, went to the closet, took my clothes and put them in the suitcase. Why did I choose to help him? Yes, because I was a fool and thought my heart was good. Now my intention was to prove him wrong. At first, I took a pregnancy test and went to a lawyer, but something went wrong and I crashed. With nowhere to go and no money, I collapsed on my bed, crying tears of despair. I combed my hair