Probably the longest chapter I've ever posted.
The song up there is what I've been listening to on repeat for the past few days. Also, that's Jess's dress up there.
It's been three days now. He still hasn't called or texted or has had communicated with me in any manner.
Is he okay? Has Daniel killed him? The latter thought continues to swim around my head and my heart clenches each time I think of it because I know that Daniel is fairly capable of doing so.
Speaking of the devil, he hasn't been back to the mansion for the past three days either. I can't help but think that this is not just a mere coincidence. It has got to do something with Asher.
He promised me he'd call in two days to give me a progress report on finding an affordable lawyer and also to check up on me.
He must be busy.
I've tried to tell myself that so many times now but my gut tells me not to believe that lie. I unlock my phone for the umpteenth time today to check for any sort of reply to my messages to Asher, but end up disappointed.
Daniel has spared me a gigantic room ever since I came here. A private maid, a 24/7 chef, tons of security and a walk-in wardrobe has been provided too. The wardrobe must have at least fifty of the latest designer dresses, tops, skirts, anything. It comes with a jewellery set, consisting of countless precious gems. Of course, there's also a shoe section, purse section, makeup section and dozens more.
"I don't need any sort of charity from you," I had muttered, looking at the wardrobe filled with glittering dresses distastefully.
"Of course you don't," Daniel had answered smoothly. "And it's not. Media demands for wives for multimillionaires to be well-dressed."
"They must've been costly," the words had slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.
"They are," Daniel had nodded in agreement. "More than you could ever imagine."
Back to the present, the fact that Asher hasn't called bothered me a lot. I couldn't help but worry about him. About us too. What are we now? Are we still dating? Would that be labelled as cheating since I'm married?
No. I'm not married. And I never will in my eyes to that devil.
And when this devil came barging into my room in the evening, I was surprised to say the least. He was in his usual attire that consisted of an ironed-up suit with his hair clipped back in an elegant manner. Oh, no, that wasn't the surprising part. The part that left me shocked was the fact that he actually came to visit me unlike all the other times when he just texted to communicate with me. Like I was some sort of wart he didn't want to see.
"Hi," he said with his practiced smile.
I scowled in response. That's all I seemed to be doing now.
"Sorry for the late notice but we'll be attending a ball tonight," he says, looking me in the eye.
"A ball?" He makes it sound like we're some sort of a duke and duchess who need to attend the Royal ball with the duchess in her ballgown.
"A party, really," he shrugs.
That's a very broad term.
"A party," I say slowly. "Like a press conference?"
Honestly, ever since he has publicly announced our marriage that's the only kind of social event I've been fortunate enough to attend.
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