**Liquid Balance: A Riveting Tale of Wealth, Speed, and Unseen Perils**
Embark on an adrenaline-fueled journey into the opulent and treacherous world of "Liquid Balance," the gripping novel by Viktor A. King. In this spellbinding narrative, follow t...
"So you're my wife?" I took her by the waist, wanting to dance with her.
She leaned against me, hugging me all over.
"I'm terrified. When will it end?"
"What do I treasure about the reception? Or the wedding?"
"It's enough for me to know when the reception is over. I feel like a weird tropical iguana that everyone is watching."
"They wonder how a fairy like you, could choose an ugly guy like me."
"They paid me... "
"Well I hope you don't include that explanation in the bride's speech to the guests. I wouldn't come off very well."
"You're in my hands."
"I married you."
"You want to yell at me because even as a married woman, I remind you that it's not really love that we have."
"Who said that? We have a winning relationship. You understand me and inspire me and I'm fine. Call it what you will. I'm fine. And you get the credit."
"Sounded better in sickness and in health until death do you part. More categorical, you know the Church loves the tragic nature of events."
"I am a complex man. I do not know the customs of the Italian Catholic Church. Of course, I think I did my best to tell you that I am having a very happy time with you. How about you? Are you okay, you?"
"Ni. In parts. That's as far as you'll get from me. I'm struggling to express myself, too, and I especially don't want to stray from reality. Sometimes interpreting oneself is a dream dreamed intimately out of illusion or hope."
"What do you mean? I can't translate what you said?"
"I have my tricks too, my husband, the tongue still helps me."
"Please help me. I would like to get inside your head."
She laughed loudly. She bent her head back and two curls escaped from her bun.
"You mock me!"
"You don't need to get in my head, you effortlessly have everything else...what do you do with it? You've got it all!"
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"I took and I gave, by mutual agreement." I pouted.
I wanted a declaration of love, I knew he loved me, he had to tell me and soothe my giving soul.
"You took everything and gave money."
"You could use them, I gave you a lot more than you think. Why the bitterness? I didn't even make you sign a prenuptial agreement. You're my wife for all intents and purposes."
"You know I won't take anything from you. Anyway, I'm sorry, I was ungrateful. I'm just tired, I was thinking of an easy marriage, instead I feel like a trained monkey."
"And then your romantic heart, did it desire to marry for love?"
He hid his face in my neck.
"You wear me out. In bed, in life, in every conversation. You always win."
"Forgive me." and yet the one who had been drained and left confused and unfulfilled was me.
"Do we send everyone home?"
"Yes please."
"We should spend the honeymoon after the race. Where would you like to go?"
"Wherever you want."
"Alright, it'll be a surprise. Well I'll say goodbye to a few people and we'll retire."
The doubt that still his torment moved only to our rooms lingered in the air.
I moved, asked for attention and said goodbye thanking everyone in German for attending, my beautiful wife and I retired to our rooms.
Laughter.
Mike approached her, I feared it, he knew her better than me, he would have guessed that she was forced, that I was forcing her, that it was a bluff, but for whom? For her? For me?
I loved her. It was a real marriage to me.
They were chatting, she was smiling and swinging, school-like, from her desk.
Was it possible that the beautiful Elizabeth suffered powerful men to such an extent? That she attracted them by her quiet kindness, and then silently listened to them in their expressions? And where did she emerge? In the silences? In the calm rocking of her huge bridal skirt?
"Mike! My dear friend! What a service I did myself, introducing us."
"I was telling Elizabeth that I am the first of your fans and I hope for a lifetime of happiness," she observed, not me.
He was an intelligent and perceptive man, a conscientious strategist.
"Elizabeth you look tired to me.... "
"Yes Mike, my head aches slightly."
"I regret that you will never work for me again."
"I am a wife, I will stay close to my husband. I think he thinks for me an employment near him, in a Holding Company of his." She looked at me. Bravo!
I would have kissed her in front of him, if respect for my friend hadn't required me to hold back.
"Yes I was thinking as my advisor."
"I regret it, I repeat. You'll find that Elizabeth professionally is a tenacious woman and like to say she accomplishes every project she is given. One who gets to the bottom of it." He shook her hand.
