The Fake Vows (Book 1)

Chapter 3

Dexter Venom was a household name. His name was always associated with achievements, business gurus, classy women and luxurious life. Never was his name associated with shame, not until Elisabeth came into his life.

He didn't really expect much from her, but neither did he expect so little.

'Bro let her go man. You're putting on a show.' Mark whispered in Dexter's ears. They stood at the entrance and heads were turning their way. He let go of her wrist and saw her wince. He hadn't meant to be so aggressive with her.

'You go back home now. Whether you decide to change and come back or stay there its up to you.' He told her. She raised her head and looked at him. He only then realised that although her dress and shoes were hideous, her face however was of outstanding beauty. She hadn't put on any makeup but her skin was flawless. She had a natural beauty that could not be denied.

Her gold earings dropped slightly below her cute jaw. Her innocent ocean blue eyes were looking hurtfully into his grey cold ones. She didn't need to tell him, he could see she felt humiliated but he couldn't stop himself. He looked away from her eyes down to her lips. They were slightly parted. For a second he imagined how her small heart shaped lips would feel against his full ones.

'Dexter no you can't do this. Everyone is looking.' He heard his brother plead with him distracting his chain of thoughts. He looked at her dress once again. He was used to walking hand in hand with fashionable women. Women who were confident in themselves. He would be lying to himself if he thought she would last an hour without being laughed at in the face. She was better off at home than here if she was to stay in that dress.

'My word is final. I'll walk you to the car.' He said to her firmly. He saw how she kept silent. He knew he shouldn't care but her silence nagged him. He sent her home with his driver. 

'That was unnecessary man. You better make this right with her and honestly I don't know how you'll do that. She's doing her best to fit into your world but you step on her effort and humiliate her like this?' Mark was beyond disappointed in his brother. He had never before told his brother off because of a woman, but Elisabeth was special. She was an exception.

'Mark Elisabeth is my wife. What I say goes so if you want to have a say in someone's life then get your own wife.' He said to his brother with a clenched jaw.

By the end of the night Dexter had drunk his sorrows away, or so he thought. He didn't go home that night. He went to Bianca's place instead. At least she didn't have sweet blue eyes that made him question his intentions.

The next day, Elisabeth woke up feeling her lowest. Her husband hadn't come back home from the dinner party and she wasn't really surprised. He probably wouldn't come home again tonight. She knew better than to read today's paper or listen to the news. There would probably be something about her awful dress choice and being sent back home. She didn't want to torture herself anymore.

She had called her best friend and sister Rose hoping that just hearing their voices would make her feel better, but it honestly didn't. Her confidence had been trampled on. She wasn't even sure she could keep in this marriage agreement any longer. For the first time, she found herself thinking if telling the truth would just be easier.

'Mrs Venom there's a delivery for you.' The maid shouted from outside Elisabeth's bedroom door. She had just finished taking a shower and had changed into a knee length light blue summer dress.

'I'll be down in a moment.' She answered wondering who could've sent her a parcel. She had only given her friends her new number but not the address too.

'Thank you.' She said to the mailman and took the white roses bouquet. There was a small note with it.

Peace offering