"I hate you so much," I say, making sure to meet his intense gaze, my voice dripping with playful venom.
His lips curl into a smirk, his sharp eyes never leaving mine. He takes another step forward, and I instinctively take one back-only to feel the...
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The past few days have been nothing short of bliss. I never thought I could feel this happy, yet here I am, smiling like an idiot.
The reason for my happiness? Aziz.
My husband.
He's the one who's brought this unexpected joy into my life.
Aziz is like sunshine in my darkest hours—my light when I can't seem to find my way. He's the sun that shines bright, pulling me out of the shadows and holding all the darkness at bay while keeping me in the warmth of his brightness.
Him and I were never supposed to happen, at least not in the way that we did. But destiny has its own plans, and somehow, it led us here.
After that terrifying incident, Aziz was insistent-no, determined-that I stay with him at his penthouse. I still remember the heated argument we had about it.
Flashback
"I'm not staying here, Aziz," I said firmly, standing my ground.
"You will," he replied, his voice calm but laced with authority.
"Give me one good reason why I should," I challenged, crossing my arms.
"You want a reason? Fine. You're my wife. You have to stay with me," he said, his dark eyes boring into mine.
"A hidden wife," I shot back bitterly.
His lips curled into a smirk.
"Want me to announce it to the whole damn world? I can do that right now."
Panic set in. "No! Fine, I'll stay," | grumbled, my resolve cracking.
"That's my good girl," he teased, his tone smug as ever.
"Fuck you," I spat, glaring at him.
"Oh, you will, my wildrabbit," he replied with a mischievous grin, leaving me speechless.
Flashback ends
We didn't talk for two days after that. But whenever we were in the same space, the tension was unbearable-like an electric current buzzing between us.
By the third day, all that heat came to a head, and we ended up making out. He didn't stop until I was a trembling mess, and I lost count of how many times he made me come.
