Believe in love: My life (Rewritten)

Chapter thirteen

I, still can't believe I'm married to a man two times my age. But, my mother's greed and wickedness made this arrangement a necessity. We've been married for a month now, and it's been...comfortable. We get along, but romance is nonexistent. We're more like friends, bound by a contract rather than love.

As I pack my bags for our honeymoon, I feel a mix of emotions. I'm excited to explore the luxurious resort on a private island, but I'm also anxious about spending two weeks alone with Max. We've established a comfortable routine at home, but this trip will be a test of our...whatever this is.

Max's kindness and generosity are undeniable, but our conversations are often strained. We discuss business, art, and philanthropy, but never anything truly personal. I wonder if he's as unfulfilled as I am, or if he's just content with his life.

As we board the private jet, Max smiles and takes my hand.

"Ready for our adventure, Bianca?" I force a smile, feeling like a fraud. But, maybe this trip will be an opportunity to deepen our friendship, if not our romance.

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As I stepped off the plane, the warm Maldivian sun enveloped me in a gentle embrace. The crystal-clear waters sparkled like diamonds scattered across the ocean, and the soft white sand felt like silk between my toes. The palm trees swayed gracefully in the breeze, their leaves rustling softly like a lullaby.

The turquoise lagoon was like nothing I'd ever seen before - a kaleidoscope of blues and greens that seemed almost otherworldly. I felt like I was walking on water as I waded through the shallow waters, the fish swimming alongside me like tiny companions.

As I settled into my beachside villa, I felt like I'd entered a tropical paradise. The thatched roof and wooden accents seemed to blend seamlessly into the natural surroundings, and the private pool sparkled like a mirror reflecting the sky above.

But it was the sunsets that truly stole my heart - the sky ablaze with hues of pink and orange, the sea glowing like molten lava, and the stars twinkling like diamonds in the night sky. I felt like I was witnessing a celestial ballet, with the universe putting on a show just for me.

In the Maldives, time stood still, and all that mattered was the present moment. I felt like a mermaid, at one with the ocean and the earth, my soul rejuvenated by the beauty and serenity of this island paradise.

As we settle into our luxurious villa, I'm struck by the breathtaking views and opulent decor. Max seems pleased to see me impressed, but I can't help feeling like a trophy wife. We spend our days lounging by the pool, taking leisurely strolls, and enjoying gourmet meals. It's a life of indulgence, but not passion.

One evening, as we watch the sunset, Max, turns to me and says,

"Bianca, I want to thank you for being such a wonderful companion. You bring light into my life." I smile, feeling a pang of guilt for not reciprocating his affection.

I know I find him hot and all but I have never felt something strong for him at least not now I guess...

"Max, you're a kind and generous man," I reply. "I'm grateful for your friendship." He nods, seemingly content with our arrangement.

As the days pass, we fall into a comfortable routine. We discuss books, art, and politics, but our conversations never venture into deeper waters. I begin to realize that Max, might be hiding behind his wealth and privilege, just as I am behind my youthful facade.

Perhaps, on this honeymoon, we'll both discover more than just a luxurious getaway. Maybe we'll find a way to connect beyond our convenient arrangement...

Maybe..

Just maybe....

One evening, as we're enjoying a private dinner on the beach, Max, reveals a surprising talent for playing the guitar. His fingers strum the strings with grace, and his voice, though rough around the edges, resonates with emotion. I'm taken aback by this hidden side of him.

I remembered I have seen a guitar in his home office, but it had never crossed my mind to ask him.

Besides I won't ask even if it did crossed my mind.

As we sit together, watching the stars, Max, begins to open up about his past. He shares stories of his struggles, his triumphs, and his losses. I listen intently, feeling a connection spark to life. For the first time, I see beyond his wealth and age, and glimpse the person beneath.

In that moment, our friendship deepens, and I realize that maybe, just maybe, our marriage can be more than just a convenient arrangement. Maybe we can find a love that's not based on passion, but on mutual respect, trust, and understanding.

As the night wears on, Max, takes my hand, and we walk along the shore, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It's a moment of tender intimacy, one that feels almost like a whisper of hope.

Could it be that our honeymoon will be the start of something beautiful, something that will transform our marriage of convenience into a bond of true companionship?

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