Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
"And when he looks at me, I swear I can't breathe."
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Since the past week, I was thankful Harlan didn't come to his room at night because there was no way I was sleeping with him in the same room let alone the same bed, and I hoped he'd stay out tonight as well.
What really concerned me was the fact that none of my family or friends could find me yet, which meant wherever I was, was either in plain sight, or somewhere no one but the Marchetti's knew.
And if that was the case, I knew I had to do something on my own before I would have to marry that beast of a man.
I won't lie and say I didn't consider it, because I did. And to be honest, even though the offer to marry him was really tempting because I was going to benefit a lot from it was enough to make me say yes, the fact that I knew there was something he wasn't telling me was what made me rethink it again and again.
Surely he must have some ulterior motive or the other, he can't just marry me for me. That's not how things work in this world, right?
Love was something that was hard to come for people like me. I was fortunate enough to be in love with Myles and he with me.
Although our marriage would benefit our families and ourselves too, we really did love each other. I still have a soft spot for him, because he was my first boyfriend, my first kiss, and my first almost-fiancé.
But not my first... you know. Contrary to popular belief, I was still a virgin and wanted to stay that way till marriage because losing myself to someone was something I held very dear to me.
It was the one thing they couldn't take away from me, and I would keep it safe until I was absolutely sure.
And although I almost went all the way with Myles once, I'm glad I decided to wait until I was completely ready and not just very emotional.
I don't know how long I spent sitting on the cool marble floor with my knees hugging my chest as my mind wandered, thinking about my friends, my family, what they were doing right now and how they were feeling.
I wondered if Myles found out. Would he care and come to search for me or would he go to Claire and let her take care of him instead?
The thought made my heart burn and tears pricked the corners of my eyes but I hastily wiped them away just as the door opened.
"Get up from the floor." His commanding voice made me sniffle as the moisture returned to my eyes and I pressed my nose into my arms that were crossed over my knees.
"I don't want to talk to you, or see you." I mumbled, staring straight at the floor.
"Get up from the floor, Azalea." His tone of voice made me scared and I looked up into intense red eyes, swallowing thickly.
