What happens when love meets hate? Caelum Rouen, an ex cupid, meets Rubin Hearthrowe, a cupid in training. All he wanted was to get rid of her and once he finally did, his plan backfires. But what if he was tied to her more than he could ever think of? What if there was a history the both of them are involved in? Will he finally learn to not hate love?
I stared.
I couldn't believe how a human can appear so perfect like a god, with no traces of faults. Her beauty is incomparable: Her supple lips, her glowing skin and her eyes that lure me closer.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
Her face held some kind of sweet innocence to them, I find it hard to believe. She looks serene and peaceful–I wanted to lie down and look at her all day. Her eyes caught light and I have to remind myself to breathe as I got lost in the deepest forest that held my entirety.
"You are here again, " I whispered, careful not to break this moment. My heart that was gone, seems to have jumped inside of my chest, thudding in a hopeful way.
I felt like the ground was pulled under my feet.
She smiles at me and held out her hand. I trembled, quite ashamed for I feel like I am not worthy to touch her. I look down and noticed that she was naked, holding a leaf over her private parts, merely covering her glorious body.
She looks lovely.
"How come you are here?" But my questions were cut short as I looked at the hooded figure. Hades drifted close and took off his cloak, his hair glowing bright blue.
He smiles as he took her in his arms, swallowing, taking the life out of her.
"No,"
I tried to move but I couldn't. I couldn't save her.
"No!"
*
I am shaking.
I stared up at the ceiling and was startled as I notice the sharp sound. I angrily punch the alarm clock to silence it, my eyebrows drawn.
I don't understand. Why must I dream of the girl? It is already the twenty first century and I still have the same dream though a void kept on swallowing me every time I try to remember.
Her face hunts me as soon as I close my eyes. I do not know who she is or where she is or if she is still alive. I wonder what connects me to her and why of all the memories I have, she matters the most. She is a thousand years old mystery to me yet her face fades into nothing when I try to recall and I found myself groping in the dark, wondering what she looks like.
Even with all the portraits I have drawn of her– all unfinished and unsure...I keep forgetting her face, for it keeps on disappearing from my mind like vapor would to wind.
Was it possible to forget someone you fought so hard to remember?
Frowning, I sat up from the bed and ran my hands on my dark hair, clenching my jaw. I feel annoyed. This dreams always made me feel frustrated for as soon as I wake up, everything fades away. I used to draw her as soon as I wake up, keeping it all in a box before I forget but I grew tired eventually, hating the fact that no matter how much I look for her, she is nowhere to be found.
Huffing, I swing my leg out of the bed and was surprised to feel the cold floor.
Where is my carpet? Did I not place it here?
I ran my hands on my face again and stood. I stretch my body and yawn, not caring that I am fully naked.
It was my room, my house, my rules.
Smirking, I made my way towards the bathroom, a bit disoriented. Glancing at my reflection, I noticed the hickeys covering my neck and that instantly made my little friend get excited.
I have a good lay last night.
Smiling to myself, I splashed a handful of water to my face, rumpling my already messy hair, my eyes gleaming with mischief. I took one last glace at my reflection before searching for my pair of boxers back at the room. I sighed at the smell that reach my nose as I slip it on. Yep, this is a perfect outfit to start this morning, a better way to start a day.
I really did have a good lay last night
Not bothering to put on a shirt, I padded down the stairs and was surprised to see an almost naked- wait, that was wrong. I should say, a very NAKED woman with her butt cheeks swinging as she flipped something on the pan.
"What the hell?" I exhaled, trying my very best not to appear enticed at the blonde beauty who was now smirking at me. She was a beauty indeed. "Mon amour! Bonjour" (My love, Good morning)
The blonde was French! Bloody hell...
I cleared my throat and tried to even my breathing out as she slowly made her way to me. My eyes lowered down to her supple peaks, continuing down her south region. I gulped. Caressing my chest, she looked up at me with her blue doe like eyes, "Ça va?" (Are you okay?) I bit my lip. No words come to my rescue as I stayed there, glued on the spot as the little sphinx continue her slow seduction. She ran her hands from my shoulder and down to my chest, twirling her finger on the spatter of hair.
I almost giggled right then and there for it tickles.
"Je veux faire l'amour avec toi..." (I wanna make love to you) her whisper on my skin surprised me but that isn't comparable to her lips that had captured mine as she pulled me down. She cling unto me, pushing me down on a stool. My lips are frozen as she tried to push them apart trying to gain an entrance. Frowning, she said seductively, "Embrasse moi, Caelum." (Kiss me, Caelum)
She don't need to say it twice for me to do so as I take full control of the situation we are in. I slide my hand over the countertop making the pancake batter spill as the now broken bowl lay smashed on the floor together with the eggs. She ran her hands on my hair and tugged on it as I kiss her neck and suck, slowly.
"Mon amour, mon amour, arrête!" (My love, my love, stop!)
"Oui?" (Yes?) I stared down at her and she smiled, uttering the question I have despise for my entire existence.
"Tu m'aimes?" (Do you love me?)
My lips folded into a thin line as I let go of her, muttering, "Non" (No.) Worried, she straighten her clothes and hold my cheeks, forcing me to look at her, "Tu m'aimes?! Caelum, tell me..."
"I don't lo--" the words I had to say were cut off as a slap momentarily left me dumb. I stared down at her, noticing her now wet cheeks. "Look, I told you before. I'm not the ideal man to love you and marry you."
"But we're perfe't last night! You 'ave me believe zhat you love me and I believe zhat, too."
"Too bad, princess. Je ne sais pas un prince charmant (I am not a prince charming)." I wasn't given the chance to smirk anymore as a large pan hit the spot where I was standing before. Glad of my fast reflex, I turn and ran for the stairs though she caught me by my boxers, tugging at it. "Not zhat fast, Cunard! "
I just smiled back at her wiggling my butt before I decided that I am delaying so much work by wasting it with this blonde. With a smirk, I clutch the banister tight with both my hands and sigh as my boxers from awhile ago now lay on the floor, shredded, leaving me butt naked. Again.
"That was my favorite."
But then she wasn't done throwing things at me.
With a much exerted effort, she raised the antique vase from the end of the stairs and launched it at my direction. Ducking my head, I commented, "Mademoiselle, you don't need to break my things as I did to your heart."
And with all her might, she took another vase and lunged it towards me, "Zis are not your zings! Zis are all mine. My 'ouse, my zings, MINE!"
Only then did I noticed that she was right. I don't possess any vases at my house, instead I have cherubs and books and stuffs. I also live on top of a building near the Eiffel tower where everything much grander than this.
Oh well.
I stared down at her and with a taunting tone, I voiced out my opinion, "Oh, possessive like a wolf, are we? But then, my heart will never be yours." I move quickly to the side as a vase now lay broken on my spot from awhile ago. Chuckling, I ran up the stairs and headed inside the room. I noticed that the room was too small for my liking, the ceiling too low.
It is definitely not my room.
Throwing my black cloak over my jeans and wearing my white shirt on–no need for boxers I just need my little friend covered–I opened up the window and jumped down, landing on the roof with a light thud, laughing as I had yet broken another heart.
One down to my collection of thousands.
XIU LIAN spent her whole life living in the shadows in hopes that she and her family can hide from their unkind relatives. She agreed to work with a different identity under WANG KAI, the most feared CEO of KINGS corporation, unaware of the job description she signed up for. He has cravings that only she can satisfy, feelings that can be brought by her kisses and gentle touches. KAI showed LIAN the beauty and pain of living in the spotlight. But one secret drives her back into hiding and LIAN left him without any explanations about why she has to leave. Angry but hurt, KAI resigns to isolation and focused his energy upon the company as he desperately rejects the wedding arrangement that his parents made for him. Seven years after, they meet again, though not in the way they have expected. LIAN was not the same naïve and scared girl for she has a secret to protect. KAI is determined to find out the reason of her departure and is adamant to secure her place next to him . He needs her and he wants her to satisfy him, unlike anyone could do.
"Again!" Arryn groaned as she felt his hips against hers. Caius huffed, his eyes changing color, "You have to respect me for I am your alpha. You have to provide me the pleasure that I demand because I am your mate. Do you understand?" Arryn was born a royalty. She was used to being respected and followed but then, everything has change. To keep her status and her mate, she is willing to do everything. Yet Caius was more wolf than human. He is indifferent and cold. He is ruthless and abusive. And most of all, he will claim her, body and soul, until she couldn't give anything at all.
The leaves fell down around us. The summer sun's heat pierces my skin but I couldn't care less. The sunlight bathed everything with that fairytale glow. The sweet breeze blew. The kids walking hand in hand as they ate their ice cream sort of brought me back into the past. Today was like the day I met him: Me, riding a bicycle and him, walking down the pavement. I grab the handle of the bicycle and watch him as he make his way towards me. I do not know why I feel nervous. A trickle of sweat drip on the side of my face, my heart beat fast and I could hardly breathe. He was meters away, until it grow shorter to a foot and then bam, he bumped into me and we fall down, him on top of me. This felt like a deja vù, like it was our very first encounter. We scurried to get up but ended up bumping our heads together. I glared at him as he got up, He didn't even offer me a hand. He didn't even give me a second glance. He just passed by me. Not noticing me. Not even looking at me. I let go of the bicycle and turn to face him. I remove the helmet that I was wearing and grip it tightly before screaming, "YAH! My hands curled into a fist and before I know it, the helmet I was holding was already flying towards him.I raise my hand as if to save him but it collided on his head right before I could even react. It sounded a hollow thump and a pronounced groan. His hands made his way to the back of his head as he turn and face me. With those eyes that seem like it was murdering me, he chase me off and I hastily took my bicycle and ran. I couldn't help but feel happy instead of guilty as he ran after me. This was like before. This was like that summer, that summer I met him.
She wanted him. He wanted her. But it was an arranged marriage, nothing can make a love out of that. He wanted to give her all. Though she wanted something he never wants. A surprise will come, it will shock them both. Will he accept or not? Will she be able to keep the secret from him? Against all the odds and difficulties, will she be able to fight for her right as THE BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE?
A crown prince A kingdom in distress A girl with her dreams A happening from the past A destiny woven by Fate And the trouble of love.
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