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Routine 10% off TODAY | "I have the world's dullest skin and this is truly the only thing that helps" Jessica B. 🌞 Nimi's routine is SIMPLE and EFFECTIVE...Perfect for busy moms on the go! American skincare that supports your values! 🇺🇸🗣 | SHOP_NOW | https://www.nimiskincare.com/discount/values10?red | 106307848250435 | Nimi Skincare | https://facebook.com/nimiskincareofficial | 939 | 1 | 439,349,221,946,022 | 2024-04-07 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | Nimi Skincare | 120207360267170441 | nimiskincare.com | NONE | dco | {{product.description}} | https://www.nimiskincare.com/discount/values10?redirect=/collections/all-products/products/daily-glow-up-routine?variant=39501301153948 | 2024-03-27 17:09 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/434292327_692022586241501_3255126675421777708_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8D-cktqEiNAAb63QhRI&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AfAmGPKvjxD17uPUMSOMZqVbvxecmGxyqUiGrvqiNk-Ztw&oe=6618CF70 | person_profile | 0 | Nimi Skincare | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/434291865_1607650176637151_5733921962071865336_n.jpg?_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=vF1CJKico80Ab6P8iK1&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AfCcopy5d2x3oCAVaSeLMdoy0AJBvemVMeyyCLMhxB91jg&oe=6618E4C8 | 0 | 3 | Nimi Skincare | 0 | 0 | 2024-04-07 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-04-07 16:34 | active | 450 | 0 | 1640292790110908 | Try Glow Maker Serum Risk-Free: 100-Day Guarantee ✨ | Glow Maker is a vitamin C antioxidant serum that helps to: 🍊 Brighten complexion. 🍊 Fight wrinkles and fine lines. 🍊 Fade dark spots and scars. 🍊 Protect skin from environmental & UV damage.<br /> <br /> 100-Day Guarantee ☑️ Free Returns ☑️ Cruelty-Free & Vegan ☑️ Fragrance, Dye, & Paraben Free ☑️ Made in the US ☑️<br /> <br /> Maelove is recommended by doctors, trusted by over a quarter million customers, and backed by 25,000+ reviews. 🗣 Give us a try and find out why skincare fanatics, dermatologists, and beauty editors are buzzing about Maelove. 🛒 | SHOP_NOW | https://maelove.com/collections/serums/products/th | 1527404313960050 | Maelove | https://facebook.com/maeloveskincare | 20,207 | 1 | 248,315,231,037,652 | 2024-04-07 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Shop now | 0 | Maelove | 120205227072930537 | maelove.com | NONE | video | https://maelove.com/collections/serums/products/the-glow-maker?utm_source=fbmarketing&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=091223_GM_reviews | 2024-01-11 10:13 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/417891553_1122363682459980_5047684765499106449_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qVrpIvhNnVwAb5wy9Sp&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AfAdFg2a0x5zd9BWSqsZ9f-g5ZnjkrTigDkecf0Lz0rgQw&oe=6618D44C | person_profile | 0 | Maelove Skincare | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/419376079_7495625447166078_4273352863756546257_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KzxWD4XHOl4Ab6PqlR6&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AfCWw-yvZeADY9DFl8M1XdN57_eelJNzlEbNrziqbKVGrw&oe=6618D6CD | 0 | 3 | Maelove | 0 | 0 | 2024-04-07 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||
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✨ Save up to $60 on your first facial | New client special ✨ Signature facial for only $89 ✨ our skin therapists will tailor your facial to focus on your skincare needs. Click “learn more” to claim your offer! *Limited time offer, valid for first time guests. | LEARN_MORE | http://fb.me/ | 101398016373235 | Pura Skincare - Happy Valley | https://facebook.com/puraskincarehappyvalley | 93 | 1 | 916,870,429,961,329 | 2024-04-07 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | Pura Skincare - Happy Valley | 120208680906180621 | fb.me | NONE | dco | Includes cleansing, exfoliation, steam, eye treatment, massage, masque, serum and moisturizer. | http://fb.me/ | 2024-04-04 18:09 | https://scontent.fdet1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/434026090_1626098344922815_4047945779462170915_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=2SqeARQmCMMAb7Ps2cQ&_nc_ht=scontent.fdet1-1.fna&oh=00_AfAkIIHie3biTZA19X3K3zPUKub08Goriew1bODTkOCRLg&oe=6618D26D | person_profile | 0 | Pura Skincare | https://scontent.fdet1-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/434010864_1424761434840362_625674083605300245_n.jpg?_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=uZT6X3H-7HgAb64mUFS&_nc_ht=scontent.fdet1-2.fna&oh=00_AfDlsv22EYbS6YbAd0sbGoHc0BWTefaDrleVwFSj8LZfNg&oe=6618E8D0 | 0 | 3 | Pura Skincare - Happy Valley | 0 | 0 | 2024-04-04 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-04-07 16:34 | active | 450 | 0 | 389989417327465 | 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 | "I can't believe Alpha Griffin got a weakling like her."<br /> Griff and I tried our best to ignore them and have a good time, but I could feel his anger growing steadily. His body was stiff and his eyebrows were furrowed.<br /> "Guess what?" I asked, looking at him. I didn't know him that much, but he was one of the nicest people I've met. I hated to see him so upset. It made me feel oddly sad. I rubbed circles onto his hand with my thumb. "What?" He responded.<br /> "I like you. You are a good human." I grinned a little. He chuckled and shook his head. "Thanks. I like you too."<br /> ******<br /> Sophia's P.O.V<br /> ------------------<br /> "Whoosh!" I giggled as I held my stuffie in my hand and waved it through the air, pretending it could fly.<br /> Sadly, I was interrupted just then. "No. Mr. Sheepie was just about to get his super hero cape." I mumbled before turning my attention to the person who had entered my room.<br /> "You have mail." My older brother threw the letter at me. I tilted my head to the side. I never got mail. "Thank you." I managed. My family scared me. They hated me.<br /> "Yeah, whatever." My brother, Daniel, turned and slammed my door on the way out. None of them liked me and they all shunned me for the most part. At least they let me be me and have all my little things.<br /> I picked up the letter from where it had fallen. I nearly dropped it when I read where it was from.<br /> The mating ball committee. AKA the evil villain in my fairy tale (along with most people). My hands shook as I ripped open the letter and read it. Sure enough, it was an invitation to the annual mating ball. Except I didn't have a choice. I was required to go.<br /> I always knew that I would have to face it, but I wasn't ready. I began to cry and scream, flailing my arms about and throwing a tantrum.<br /> My brother burst back in the room.<br /> "Sophia, would you get your whiny hip up and be quiet? Mom and Dad are gone and I have to put up with your annoying self. Why are you even throwing a tantrum?!" Daniel frustratingly asked.<br /> I sniffled and pointed at the letter in fear. "M-mating ball."<br /> "N-no... I forgot about that." His face went white.<br /> I tilted my head to the side again. "What wrong?" He left without another word.<br /> ............................<br /> "WE'LL BE THE LAUGHING STOCK OF ALL THE PACKS! NOBODY IS GOING TO WANT HER, ANYWAY! WHO WANTS THAT WEIRD BIMBO?!" My brother vented to my parents, explaining his anxiety and frustration. I listening from my hiding spot in the hall and tried not to cry.<br /> "I know, I know. But she has to go. If she doesn't, it'll raise suspicion." My father replied. He was our pack's alpha and, to him, image was everything.<br /> "I hope she gets a mate. Then she will be someone else's problem." My mother chimed in. I scrambled to my bedroom before I could hear anymore and began to cry.<br /> I held my stuffie tight to me and spent the rest of the night crying in my soft bed before finally falling asleep.<br /> Sophia's P.O.V<br /> ----------------------<br /> I brushed my teeth, did my skincare routine, and slipped on the dress. Today was the day. The mating ball. It had come too soon.<br /> I looked in the mirror at my reflection and frowned. Something was missing. Just then, I figured it out. "Sockies!" I giggled, skipping to my drawers to get my white ruffle socks. I slid into my pink shoes with tiny bows and smiled, satisfied. "Yay!" I clapped my hands excitedly. I may not enjoy the event, but at least I will look cute.<br /> I skipped to the bathroom and applied lipgloss and clipped a tiny silk bow into my hair. It was time to go. I exhaled. "You got this." I whispered to my reflection. I couldn't let my anxiety overwhelm me.<br /> I grabbed my small bear backpack and shoved my paci in it, as well as a stuffie. I slid it onto my back and ran to the living room. My mother was standing there, arms crossed and lips pursed. "There you are. It's about time. Let's go."<br /> I was surprised that she had even offered to drive me at all, but I guess she was hoping that I would get a mate and leave for good.<br /> I followed her into a slick cadillac and we began to drive off. I watched our house from the car window until it was nothing but a dot.<br /> ...................<br /> I woke up to my mother shaking me. "You lazy bimbo, get up!" She hissed at me, being careful to not let anyone else hear. We couldn't have someone hearing and spreading the story around. News like that would ruin our pack's reputation.<br /> I whimpered and yawned, slowly climbing out of the car. "I'm up. I sorry." I lowered my head and shut the door, waiting for her to lead the way. She didn't.<br /> "Go straight, turn left, and you'll see a big building. That's the place. Bye." She explained before getting in the car and driving off. I stared at the car speeding away, a look of misery on my face. I sighed and took my stuffie out of my bag. It was a sheep.<br /> "Hey, Mr. Sheepie. At least I have you." I snuggled him and began my journey. Luckily, the pathway was cement and not gravel, so I didn't have to worry about getting rocks in my shoes. I hummed to myself softly as I walked to the grand hotel, stuffie clutched to my chest.<br /> Everyone had spent the night at the hotel, since it was all rented out for everyone. But my parents wouldn't let me go, because they said that that would just give me more time to embarass myself. Tsk, whatever. Do they have a spectacular sheep stuffie? No. Therefor they were incompetent. I giggled at the thought, shaking my head at my silliness.<br /> ................................<br /> "Name?" The receptionist droned, her eyes glued to her computer.<br /> "Sophia Alvarez." I piped up with a smile. The lady stopped clicking her keyboard and looked up. Only, the moment she did, she was taken aback.<br /> "Uh.. Okay. R-rank?" She stammered. I belonged to a powerful pack, but I was about as strong as my stuffie. She could obviously tell- her expression said it all.<br /> "Beta." I replied. Ranks meant nothing to me. People were people. I didn't get it.<br /> She nodded slowly and went back to typing. "You're all ready to go, Sophia."<br /> "Thanks!" I slightly jumped, happy to be one step closer to the end of this stupid thing. "Oh, what time does the ball start?" I quickly asked. I didn't want to be late.<br /> The lady looked at the schedule and her eyes went wide. "2 minutes. You'd better hurry. Just follow the signs and you'll get there without a problem."<br /> I smiled gratefully and started on my way. Here goes nothing.<br /> Sophia's P.O.V<br /> --------------------<br /> I hesitated before opening the doors to the ballroom. I paused, anxious, but then shook the thoughts from my head. "Screw it." I muttered. I opened the elegant white doors and, after taking one look, shut it again. "Yuckie. Too many people." I grimaced and gripped Mr. Sheepie tighter in my arms and opened the door again, this time actually going in.<br /> Everyone was so stunning and all of the girls wore elegant dresses, making me feel nervous in my flowery pink dress. Most of the guys had already found their mates, but some of them were still roaming around, searching.<br /> Almost instantly, I heard people begin to talk about me.<br /> "Ugh, who let her in here?"<br /> "Is that someone's kid?"<br /> "Oh my gosh. She is holding a stuffed animal."<br /> I heard a few people stifling their laughter as they caught sight of me, but I ignored them, just trying to get through the awful event.<br /> Suddenly a whiff of caramel washed over me. Yum. "That must mean there is a dessert bar, right?" I excitedly exclaimed to myself. I speed walked towards the scent, but, instead of a dessert bar, I found a man.<br /> "Do you know where the dessert bar is?" I piped up, looking around.<br /> "Sorry to disappoint you, but there isn't a dessert bar. There is an actual spirits bar, though." He grinned, looking down at me. He was pretty tall but looked young.<br /> "There must be a dessert bar. I smell caramel. Dessert bar!" I pouted.<br /> "There really isn't a dessert bar, I promise you. I am pretty sure that I am your mate, though. Because I smell sweet to you and only my mate would be able to smell that. You smell like roasted marshmallows to me." The male laughed- it was a deep laugh that made his face light up. It was super cute and made me smile widely.<br /> "What?" He stopped laughing.<br /> "Nothing. Your laugh is just cute. That's all." I admitted, blushing slightly.<br /> "Understandable. I think you are absolutely adorable, if I must say so. I'm lucky to have such an adorable mate," He smiled and held his hand out. "I'm Alpha Griffin, but you can call me Griff." He winked.<br /> I couldn't take his hand- I was too shocked. "Wait, you're serious? I'm your mate and there isn't a dessert bar? And you're an alpha?!" I squeaked. I could tell Griff was trying to hold back laughter.<br /> "Yes. You're too cute. What's your name?" Griff was dressed in a white button down shirt and a satin black suit. Snazzy.<br /> "Sophia."<br /> "Well, Sophia, would you care to dance?" He held his hand out once again. I felt shivers run down my spine as he said my name and I shyly nodded. "Lemme put Mr. Sheepie up first."<br /> "Mr. Sheepie is almost as cute as you. He seems very fluffy." He said in a serious tone, looking at my stuffie. I giggled and put him in my bag, zipping it up. "Mr. Sheepie says thank you."<br /> "He is very welcome. Now, shall we?" He pretended to bow and I took his hand with a smile. "Yes!"<br /> As we glided along the dance floor, people's shocked and disgusted whispers followed us.<br /> "He is with her?"<br /> "He must be toying with her."<br /> "I can't believe Alpha Griffin got a weakling like her."<br /> Griff and I tried our best to ignore them and have a good time, but I could feel his anger growing steadily. His body was stiff and his eyebrows were furrowed.<br /> "Guess what?" I asked, looking at him. I didn't know him that much, but he was one of the nicest people I've met. I hated to see him so upset. It made me feel oddly sad. I rubbed circles onto his hand with my thumb. "What?" He responded.<br /> "I like you. You are a good human." I grinned a little. He chuckled and shook his head. "Thanks. I like you too."<br /> Sophia's P.O.V<br /> --------------------------<br /> We had been dancing for about 30 minutes and I was already feeling exhausted. "You wanna leave?" I whispered to Griffin.<br /> "I was just about to ask you that question. Come on." He smiled cheekily and turned, still holding my hand, leading us out of the ballroom. I giggled and skipped behind him, eager to leave the crowded place.<br /> As we were weaving our way through the crowd, a stunning girl with fiery red hair stopped us. She fluttered her eyelashes at Griffin and spoke with an innocent tone. "Excuse me Alpha Griffin, but I just wanted to ask you, are you and this... girl mates?"<br /> Before he could answer, I tightened my hold on his hand and held it up for her to see. "Yup! And guess what? You're not his mate! So shoo!" I giggled and pushed past her with Griffin in tow.<br /> "You're so cute." I heard him tell me from behind.<br /> I smiled shyly, not saying anything more.<br /> We were outside of the grand building. Griffin looked down at his feet and fidgeted with his hands nervously. "Do you want to come with me to my pack? Permanently, I mean. It's no rush, but we have to do it eventually."<br /> "Honestly, I'd prefer that. My pack is full of meanies," I pouted. "but can we stop by my pack first? I need my stuff."<br /> "I'm sorry, love. But yeah, we can drop by. I won't hurt you, I promise." He smiled, and I couldn't help thinking that this was way too good to be reality. This was so much more different than what I was used to.<br /> "Thank you." I hoped he would keep his promise.<br /> "Anytime." He squeezed my hand and my heart filled with glee. I could feel my wolf, Thalia, jump around excitedly and I smiled. Maybe this time things would be different.<br /> Griff took out his phone and dialed a number. Several minutes later, a shiny black Jeep drove up in front of us. "I like to keep things practical. Now come on, princess. We're going on an adventure." He picked me up bridal style and carried my giggling self over to the sturdy car.<br /> "Yay!" I exclaimed, ready for the changes ahead of me.<br /> SOPHIA'S P.O.V<br /> -----------------------------<br /> "Bumpity Bumpity Bump!" I narrated our drive as we drove over the gravel road. Griffin chuckled from the seat next to me and pulled me closer to him- well, as long as the seat belt let him, at least. "You are absolutely adorable."<br /> I shot him a goofy face, which consisted of me scrunching up my face and raising one of my eyebrows. He smiled once more before sticking his tongue out at me and crossing his eyes, making me laugh.<br /> ......................<br /> I looked out of the window in dread. Another place I don't like. My pack house. It seemed I was always trapped somewhere I didn't want to be- the mating ball filled with judgmental people and my pack which was filled with even MORE judgmental people. "Yuckie!" I exclaimed, making a disgusted look at my pack house.<br /> "Come on angel. I'm here. I won't leave you." Griffin quickly opened his car door and rushed to my side to open mine for me. He knelt down to my level and took my tiny hands in his large ones. "You can leave your stuff in the car. We're going home after this. An actual home, not just a house." He smiled sadly.<br /> I knew exactly what he meant. 'Home' meant some place/person/thing that makes you feel safe. That makes you feel alive. That wakes your soul up and charges it with joy.<br /> A house was just a place for shelter.<br /> "I think I have found a home, already. I hope." I pointed to him and smiled softly, silently wishing that my words would come true.<br /> "I would love to be your home. You shall be mine as well, and I shall cherish you throughout. But, we can take our time. There is no rush. Now, let us go face the dragon, almighty princess!" Griffin said in a deep voice and picked me up bridal style.<br /> "Off we go, fair knight!" 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Yes | 2024-04-07 16:34 | active | 450 | 0 | 409835211668986 | 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 | "Where even is he?"<br /> "Mr. Whitlock left home last night after talking to you, and he hasn't returned since."<br /> "Oh." I felt a pang in me. I knew our marriage was just for the sake of it, but I didn't expect him to sleep with another lady on the night of our wedding at least.<br /> "Sir works overnight all the time," Luna quickly added. "He has a lot of meetings with clients..."<br /> "Luna, it's okay."<br /> I knew a lot of girls wouldn't consider marrying a man as rich as handsome as Gabriel as torture, but I did.<br /> My house might be just the size of the room allotted to me in this mansion, but it was at least a home.<br /> Unlike the beautiful golden cage I was trapped in for the next six months.<br /> ————————<br /> <br /> Sofia's PoV<br /> I wiped tears from the corner of my eyes, hoping nobody saw me weep, and that the mascara didn't run because of my unending tears. I was miserable, still in disbelief believe that the first time I was going to see my husband-to-be was when I'd walk down the aisle, and he would be waiting for me at the end of it.<br /> At least, I hoped he would be there, and that he wouldn't elope. Not because I wanted to particularly marry him, but because being stood up at the altar in front of the whole world would be very humiliating.<br /> "Ms. Baker?" As I fixed the princess-y Versace wedding gown one last time, one of the three women who had followed me since the moment I had stepped into this mansion today called me, and I looked up at her.<br /> "Yes?"<br /> "Your grandfather is waiting for you outside. It's time."<br /> It's time. It's time to get married to a man you don't know.<br /> Nodding, I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time making sure no tear stained my make up, and then left the room and walked down the stairs to the long wooden doors from which I was supposed to walk out. The dress was trailing behind, and the four inch heels I was wearing were uncomfortable.<br /> I felt suffocated, as if I would breakdown again any moment.<br /> "Sofie!" My grandfather's eyes lit up when he saw me, and mine softened looking at him all decked in his blue tux. It's all for him, I reminded myself, he needed the money.<br /> "Grandpa," I smiled softly at him, hurrying to reach him before he walks to me. He used to be tall and fit once, but years of chemotherapy had sucked the strength the out of him.<br /> "Oh! You look beautiful!" Tears glistened in his eyes. "I wish your parents could see you like this."<br /> I gulped the lump forming at the back of my throat as I held his hand when I reached him. "Are you happy, grandpa?"<br /> "Very." He beamed, "You will be taken care of when I'm gone. Gabriel is a good man."<br /> I nodded. I wasn't happy, but he didn't need to know of that.<br /> "Are you ready?" He asked in a whisper as I wrapped my hands around his arm and we stood in front of the shut doors.<br /> "As ready as I'll ever be."<br /> On queue, the doors opened. People stood on both sides of me when I stepped out and onto the aisle, every eye on me. Some hushed whispers. Camera flashes.<br /> Deep breath in. Deep breath out.<br /> I looked up. Despite the meticulously planned extravagance all around me that the Whitlock family had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on, the person that caught my eye was the man standing at the end of the aisle.<br /> Gabriel Whitlock.<br /> I had googled him. I knew of his brown eyes and dark hair, his lopsided smile, his broad, muscular shoulders and his graceful stance, but my heart still skipped a beat when our eyes met.<br /> Oh, I so wished for this to be a fairytale-come-true, not a nightmare of a marriage I was about to be trapped in.<br /> He was looking at his watch, and there was a frown on his face when he looked up, which changed when he saw me. An emotion I couldn't decipher flickered in them, and I squirmed under his scrutinising gaze.<br /> He stepped down when I reached the end, forwarding his hand towards me in a perfectly practiced gesture, and cameras flashed more than ever as my grandfather placed my hand in his as if traditionally entrusting me with him.<br /> His palm was rough and large, and mine felt so small in his. Oh, what a mismatch.<br /> "Hey," I mouthed over the priest's words, surprising myself. I hadn't planned on doing this. My voice was so little that I wasn't sure he heard me, but he did. His eyes flickered towards me, setting on me for a brief few seconds.<br /> His jaw clenched, and then he looked away.<br /> He didn't look back at me for the rest of the time, and my cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment when the dreaded words cut in: "Do you, Gabriel Whitlock, take Sofia Baker to be your lawfully wedded wife?"<br /> "I do." He finally turned to me, and I bit my lower lip.<br /> "And do you, Sofia Baker, take Gabriel Whitlock to be your lawfully wedded husband?"<br /> This was suffocating. The outfit I was wearing costed more than my apartment. "I do," I still answered.<br /> "Gabriel, you may buss your bride." The officiant announced, and the entire world faded when he stepped towards me, hovering over me despite the tall heels I was wearing. One of his hands brushed my lose locks away and held my cheek as he bent down to gently place his lips on me.<br /> It was barely a brush.<br /> And just as quickly, he moved away as if he wasn't supposed to buss me in the first place.<br /> * *<br /> We didn't attend the reception of our own wedding.<br /> After the nuptials, I was ushered back inside by my grandfather.<br /> "Seems like Gabriel cannot wait to get to know you," My grandfather laughed quietly, and I contemplated the urge to roll my eyes.<br /> "I absolutely cannot." Gabriel's voice filled in from behind, a charming but formal smile on his lips.<br /> "You take good care of my Sofie, okay?"<br /> "She'll never have the chance to complain." He didn't even look at me. "But I'm going to steal her from you now."<br /> Grandpa smiled sadly, and I squeezed him tight. "I'll visit you tomorrow," I promised him, "Don't forget your medicines."<br /> He nodded. He was going to stay the next few days with Gabriel's grandparents, who happened to be his friends from college. I had met them a few times before. They visited quite often after hearing about Grandpa's illness.<br /> "Smile." Gabriel whispered when we begin walking outside, getting me to look at him.<br /> "Huh?"<br /> "I said... smile."<br /> I knit my eyebrows furthermore, confused, but as soon as I stepped outside, tens of camera lights flashed in my eyes. There were reporters everywhere, throwing overlapping questions that I couldn't catch.<br /> "Is it true that this is an arranged marriage?"<br /> "Is it true that this is the first time you both are meeting each other?"<br /> "Mr. Whitlock, what happened to your relationship with Ms. Grant?"<br /> I couldn't make much sense of anything, only Gabriel. He had wrapped one of his arms around my back, his body tilted sideways as if to shield me from the flash lights as he guided us to the limousine at the end of the path, and quickly helped me get inside.<br /> Once the door shut, the gentleness with which he had talked to my grandfather and showed in front of the cameras vanished, and his jaw tightened, his eyes falling on the watch again.<br /> I cleared my throat. "Is that normal for you?"<br /> "Yes."<br /> He looked outside as the driver drove away from the chaos, barely sparing me a glance.<br /> I spoke up again. "I'm Sofia... Baker."<br /> This time, he looked at me like I was stupid. "I know," he deadpanned.<br /> I shut up after that.<br /> He was clearly not interested in talking to me. I felt embarrassed for trying again and again, and the urge to cry returned. I always knew this wasn't going to be an unrealistic fairytale where he looks at me for the first time and falls in love with me madly, but I hoped he would at least look at me. And talk to me. Or agree to be a friend. Or something.<br /> But with the way he was behaving with me, I could have as well married a robot.<br /> After twenty minutes of silence, no music, windows rolled up and the scent of a light air freshener mixed with air conditioning of the car choking me, I spoke up again. "Have I offended you somehow?"<br /> "Well, yes," He cocked an eyebrow at me, "You married me."<br /> <br /> I believed in fairytales. I believed in true love like the one my parents had, and hoped to find that for myself someday. I knew my parents would have wanted that for me, and not for me to be trapped into a loveless and forced marriage done for my grandfather's sake.<br /> With every minute of silence I spent in that car, I could sense my own dreams of the future breaking and being left behind.<br /> The silent torture of an hour (that seemed like an eternity) ended when the limousine stood in front of a house so huge, it was a mansion.<br /> Housemaids and butlers stood at its entrance as if waiting for us, and Gabriel was out of the door the second the car stopped.<br /> Two housemaids helped me out of the car because of the size of the dress I was wearing, and I politely smiled at them.<br /> "Welcome home, Mrs. Whitlock," They both giggled like shy schoolgirls.<br /> "Thank you," I mumbled and when I looked ahead, Gabriel had already disappeared inside the house.<br /> I sighed sadly, trying to hide my disappointment as I held my head high and walked in by myself behind him, taking in the extravagance of the Polish floors and chandeliers and perfectly kept flowers in vases.<br /> Some people had a home. Gabriel Whitlock had taken a page out of a Vogue magazine and simply brought it to reality.<br /> It was so beautiful, I hated it.<br /> I could see Gabriel walk up the stairs, and shaking my head, I simply followed him while one of the housemaids carried my trail for me.<br /> At the end of the stairs, when I took the right behind him, he turned with his hands crossed in front of him, looking at me with irritation. "Where do you think you're going?"<br /> "I'm following you to our room."<br /> "Our room?" He looked like he wanted to laugh, "You think we're going to share rooms?"<br /> I blinked. "We're not?"<br /> "My room is at the end of this hallway. Yours is at the end of that." He pointed in the opposite direction.<br /> The remaining shreds of any hope of a more cordial relationship between us died. "Good," I pretended to be relieved, "I was dreading sharing a room."<br /> "Like I said to your grandfather, you would have no complaints." The smile he drew to his lips was forced and sarcastic. "Luna is going to be with you at all times. She will escort you to your chamber."<br /> Escort? Chamber?<br /> What was he, royalty?<br /> Nonetheless, I just nodded.<br /> "Oh, and..." He added, "I was hoping I could come to your room in.." He paused, checked his watch, and then looked up. "...Thirty minutes. To talk."<br /> 'To talk.'<br /> Again, I nodded.<br /> As Gabriel turned around and left, I let Luna guide me to my room. He wasn't joking when he said my room is at the end of the hallway. I had to cross five other doors to reach mine.<br /> "I'll be right outside if you need anything," Luna said, "Just call for me."<br /> My eyebrows knit. "So you'll just be standing outside?"<br /> "Yes."<br /> "Doing what?"<br /> "Waiting, Mrs. Whitlock."<br /> "Waiting for...what?"<br /> "For you to call me."<br /> I wondered if she was joking but her face didn't move a muscle. "But...why?"<br /> "So that you don't feel the need to go out of your way to do anything yourself."<br /> "Like get water for myself from the kitchen?" I joked.<br /> "Exactly." She agreed.<br /> I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but then shut it again immediately. "Thanks." I just entered my room, leaving her outside in a guarding stance.<br /> Everything in this house was weird.<br /> This room was bigger than the apartment I struggled to pay rent of every month, but at least it was pretty. Like a show-piece.<br /> It took me ten minutes to get out of my wedding gown, and then I got in the tub to soak myself in hot water. I stayed there for an awfully long time, scrubbing out the expensive make-up from my face till the freckles they had spent so much time covering were visible again.<br /> I had promised myself I wouldn't think about how sad I was once I was already married, since what was already done couldn't be undone, but I couldn't help it. I knew a lot of girls wouldn't consider marrying a man as rich as handsome as Gabriel as torture, but I did.<br /> My mother was from a rich family in Seoul and my father was there on scholarship. She knew he didn't have a lot of money, but she loved him and left her family for him any way. They were the epitome of love for me growing up, and I was sure they'd be just in love today if a car crash hadn't stolen them from me years ago.<br /> I got my dark eyes, dark hair and Asian features from her.<br /> I liked money just as much as the next person, but I didn't use it as a driving force in life.<br /> As soon as that thought crossed my head, I felt like a hypocrite. I had married for money after all.<br /> When the steam in the bathroom felt suffocating, I got out wrapping one towel around my body, and another around my hair.<br /> My soul left my body when I opened the bathroom door, and found my new husband sitting on the edge of my bed.<br /> His eyes darkened when he looked up at me, but he remained unfazed at my half-undressed state.<br /> "You're late." He commented. "It's been forty-two minutes."<br /> I did not even remember he was going to come. It took me a moment to let go of my shock and glare at him. "Did nobody teach you how to knock before entering a woman's room?"<br /> "Technically, you're in my house. The room is mine."<br /> I rolled my eyes, holding the towel tight around me. "Would you have even entered the bathroom if it was unlocked?"<br /> Gabriel got up from the bed, unbuttoning the jacket of another crisp suit he had changed into. Conveniently ignoring what I asked, he placed a black card on the bed.<br /> "What is that?" I asked.<br /> "It's an Amex. No limit."<br /> I kept staring at him.<br /> He looked irritated. "It's for you."<br /> "I can take care of myself."<br /> I had married for money, yes, but so that his grandparents can cover the bill of my grandpa's cancer treatment. I didn't want anything from him, especially not the shiny black card with his name on it.<br /> "Can you buy a Chanel bag to gift my mother for the lunch we're supposed to have next week?"<br /> "She's your mother. You can buy it."<br /> "It's my money. Technically, I am buying it." He grumbled. "You're just the one choosing it."<br /> I ignored what he said the same way he had ignored me earlier. "If that's all, I would really like to change into something more appropriate than a towel."<br /> "You have a walk-in wardrobe, and you chose to get dressed in the room?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at the outfit placed on my bed. "Old habits die hard, I guess. Or in your case, poor habits."<br /> "Excuse me?" My voice was loud as I took a step towards him. "I have been nothing but kind to you since the moment I met you. I was forced into this arrangement just as much as you were and if you can't-"<br /> "Were you though?" He cut me off.<br /> "What?"<br /> "Were you forced into it, Sofia?"<br /> He was being a jerk. "You better believe I wasn't dying to marry a man I didn't know, let alone an arrogant prick like you!"<br /> "You really want to pretend you're sad about marrying into money?" He snickered. "A house bigger than you could ever dream? Housemaids at one call? Anything you could ever wish for, you can buy with this card."<br /> "You are unbelievable." I shook my head, wanting not to cry at the assumptions he'd made about me without taking the effort to know me even a little.<br /> "I'm also a millionaire," he clarified, "So use that card when you need something."<br /> "If there's nothing else you want to say, leave." I spat out.<br /> He looked at me with a hatred I had done nothing to deserve before saying, "This arrangement will last for six months."<br /> "What arrangement?"<br /> "Our marriage."<br /> There was a silent pause on my end. "Oh."<br /> "After six months, I will divorce you and pay you a hefty sum in alumni so you can live comfortably on my money for the rest of your life." Gabriel's voice was bitter and full of a hatred I had done nothing to earn. "You will use my card till then. You will carry my name with grace. You will live in my house and smile with me in public when necessary. But inside, you may do as you please."<br /> "And why would I do that for you?" I fumed. "I can live without your money, so why would I make public appearances with you or not go embarrass you in front of the world? I. Owe. You. Nothing."<br /> "You don't want to play this game with me, freckles." One corner of his lips raised into a lopsided smile, "You don't want to know how low I can stoop to get what I want."<br /> I gasped in disbelief. "Are you serious right now? Are you threatening me?"<br /> "I am simply stating facts. When I threaten you, you'd know."<br /> "Leave." I seethed.<br /> He stared at me.<br /> "LEAVE!" I couldn't care less if my voice echoed the hollow walls of his mansion and his staff heard us arguing.<br /> All I wanted was him away from me.<br /> "Six months." He repeated, and left without looking at me again.<br /> Once he was gone, I stared at the bland white walls of my new room and they stared back at me just as blankly. The moment he was gone, I crippled to me knees and let the tears and tiredness I had been holding back wash over me. My house might be just the size of the room allotted to me in this mansion, but it was at least a home.<br /> Unlike the beautiful golden cage I was trapped in for the next six months.<br /> <br /> Before the wedding, I had put a lot of thought into how my wedding night would be. I wondered if I would have to have intercourse with a man I hadn't known before that day, and in all the fear of that, I had forgotten staying alone in a huge room with nothing to do and no one to talk to as a possibility.<br /> I tossed and turned all night, barely getting any sleep.<br /> The next morning, I wore one of the outfits that someone had stocked in the wardrobe for me to use. Growing up poor, I never got to splurge on myself. Any money I could save would only go into covering my grandpa's treatments, and we still fell short most times.<br /> Wandering alone in that big house, I wished I could confide in her about the fake marriage I was stuck in.<br /> But there I was, eating breakfast meant to feed twenty alone in the dining room.<br /> Luna stared at me.<br /> "Have you eaten?" I asked her.<br /> "After you, Mrs. Whitlock."<br /> "Please call me Ms. Baker."<br /> "I'm afraid I can't do that, Mrs. Whitlock. Sir wouldn't like it."<br /> "I don't think Sir would know." I tell her, looking around. The house was huge, and the chances of running into the man that I wanted to actively try to avoid for the next six months was less. "Where even is he?"<br /> "He left home last night after talking to you, and he hasn't returned since."<br /> "Oh." I felt a pang in me. I knew our marriage was just for the sake of it, but I didn't expect him to sleep with another lady on the night of our wedding at least.<br /> "Sir works overnight all the time," Luna quickly added. "He has a lot of meetings with clients who live abroad and he functions on their time."<br /> "Luna, it's okay."<br /> "I'm sorry, Mrs. Whitlock."<br /> "Ms. Baker," I corrected her.<br /> "Ms. Baker." She nodded. "A parcel came for you earlier in the morning today though."<br /> I knit my eyebrows, leaving the food I did not have the appetite to eat as she disappeared for a moment to return with a box that I opened quickly to reveal a new phone inside. The latest model in my hand was a far stretch from the half broken one I had been using for the past five years, but I made it work since I couldn't afford a new phone despite juggling between two jobs and taking care of my grandpa.<br /> Until now, apparently.<br /> I unlocked the already set-up phone to see that there was no contact in it except one.<br /> 'Gabriel Whitlock.'<br /> *<br /> In the afternoon, his lawyer arrived with a perfectly drafted agreement like he'd said yesterday. I'd gone over it for an hour by myself before signing it.<br /> I was tempted not to, but also afraid of how low Gabriel's 'stooping low' really was.<br /> I did nothing that day. I wandered around the house and saw all the paintings like I was in an art gallery, I tinkered with my new phone for a while, I checked in on my grandfather who insisted he was enjoying every moment of being reunited with his old friends and asked me to not visit him but instead enjoy my 'newly wed bliss', and napped more than I was used to.<br /> In the evening, I mailed my resume to companies around me. I needed to get a new job since I left my old one when I moved three hours away to marry an imperious man, but I was confident I could get another one without using the Whitlock name.<br /> I was always at the top of my class even in college, and had over two years of experience working as a financial analyst at my previous company. I earned well, but cancer cost more. So even after working a full time job as their financial analyst, and then working part time as a waitress in an overnight diner, I still struggled to make ends meet. With no health insurance, we were considering taking a loan or putting out small house on mortgage when Gabriel's grandparents, who happened to be my grandpa's friends from school got in touch with him and again and offered to pay out his entire treatment with one simple condition: I had to marry their grandson. I was still convinced I could manage by myself and marrying a complete stranger was off the table but when my grandpa had to come out of retirement and take up a job for some extra cash, my heart broke looking at my sick grandfather work despite being in pain after treatments to unburden me. That is when I agreed to marry him: Gabriel Whitlock.<br /> I didn't know what they did to convince their grandson to marry a nobody like me or why he agreed, but by his anger towards me, I could guess he was forced into it too.<br /> I wanted to sympathise with him, because at least I got something out of this wedlock. It seemed like he got nothing except losing his freedom and the title of the hottest bachelor in front of the world. But at the same time, I knew he was no saint. He was an arrogant man, self-centred, and had implied that I was a gold digger.<br /> At night, I ate dinner by myself while the housemaids looked over me like I was a child. Or royalty.<br /> I didn't see Gabriel at all for the next few days, and being alone turned into a habit. I spent my time getting pally with Luna and the others, learning how to cook the more refined dishes, swimming, and even reading books.<br /> On the fourth night, I checked my mails. I'd heard back from three out of seven places I had applied to, including Wales.<br /> Wales was a multibillion company that manufactured and distributed skincare, a direct competitor of the Whitlock company. They'd called me for an interview two days later, but I didn't send in my confirmation yet. Even though there wasn't a formal clause in the agreement we had signed, Gabriel had explicitly mentioned for me to not go about humiliating him publicly, and I wondered if his wife joining a rival company would go down well with him.<br /> Probably not.<br /> His number remained in my cell, and I went back and forth on the idea of calling him. But it was a quarter past twelve, and I hadn't seen him in the house for days. A part of my heart felt tighter wondering if he was staying with someone else... another woman perhaps.<br /> Sleep wasn't easy that night, and I woke up early by myself the next morning, eating breakfast in haste. It was around nine-thirty in the morning when I sat alone in my room and like a nervous school girl, dialled Gabriel.<br /> The phone rang, and on the fifth ring, it was picked up.<br /> "Hello?"<br /> I left the breath I didn't know I was holding. This wasn't Gabriel's voice. "Gabriel?"<br /> "Mrs. Whitlock? This is Peter, his personal assistant."<br /> "This is Gabriel's number, right?" He was probably in a meeting or something.<br /> "No, ma'am. This is my work number. Gabe Sir did mention that he had given you my number to call if you need to reach him."<br /> The anger for him that had managed to dissipate in the past few days was back, and the urge to punch something was stronger than ever. "I need to go through you to get to him?"<br /> "I believe so," Peter's voice was small. "Can I pass your message to him?"<br /> "No. No message." I replied, and without giving him the chance to say whatever he was about to, I disconnected.<br /> Here I was wondering if he'd mind me going for a job interview.<br /> And there he was, not even considering me important enough to have his own number.<br /> He actually had the audacity to feed his assistant's number under his name.<br /> Fuming, I opened my laptop and confirmed my interview for the next morning, without caring that it was with his rival company.<br /> Gabriel Whitlock could rot in underworld after this. | LEARN_MORE | https://a.read4funs.com/ad/ZmFuY3lOb3ZlbC8xNDM5MzU | 123823310705302 | ForFun-100 | https://facebook.com/100094441775812 | 89 | 1 | 1,106,760,603,712,717 | 2024-04-07 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | ForFun-100 | 120209498418620361 | a.read4funs.com | NONE | video | https://a.read4funs.com/ad/ZmFuY3lOb3ZlbC8xNDM5MzUvMjAyNDA0MDcxNzE5MjcvcGFnZQ==?adid={{ad.id}} | 2024-04-07 04:23 | https://scontent-lax3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/433953255_2022787681440161_1225131040722441470_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=p4YOjWUcnbkAb6_sHlt&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-1.xx&oh=00_AfBHIIAGIlPwSizNIYXz6RVxvFCC4nKVfNoINfaIIf7y4g&oe=6618D023 | person_profile | 0 | ForFun-100 | https://scontent-lax3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/434041213_1536086666936372_5259080494324347556_n.jpg?_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CUpj4mambfQAb7htLEb&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-1.xx&oh=00_AfAg-WlBKBQO1iamT4Hjf4tMootLp3dTSD_J-d9FG2xCYQ&oe=6618CF50 | 0 | 3 | ForFun-100 | 0 | 0 | 2024-04-07 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-04-07 16:34 | active | 450 | 0 | 790738662580691 | 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 | "Where even is he?"<br /> "Mr. Whitlock left home last night after talking to you, and he hasn't returned since."<br /> "Oh." I felt a pang in me. I knew our marriage was just for the sake of it, but I didn't expect him to sleep with another lady on the night of our wedding at least.<br /> "Sir works overnight all the time," Luna quickly added. "He has a lot of meetings with clients..."<br /> "Luna, it's okay."<br /> I knew a lot of girls wouldn't consider marrying a man as rich as handsome as Gabriel as torture, but I did.<br /> My house might be just the size of the room allotted to me in this mansion, but it was at least a home.<br /> Unlike the beautiful golden cage I was trapped in for the next six months.<br /> ————————<br /> <br /> Sofia's PoV<br /> I wiped tears from the corner of my eyes, hoping nobody saw me weep, and that the mascara didn't run because of my unending tears. I was miserable, still in disbelief believe that the first time I was going to see my husband-to-be was when I'd walk down the aisle, and he would be waiting for me at the end of it.<br /> At least, I hoped he would be there, and that he wouldn't elope. Not because I wanted to particularly marry him, but because being stood up at the altar in front of the whole world would be very humiliating.<br /> "Ms. Baker?" As I fixed the princess-y Versace wedding gown one last time, one of the three women who had followed me since the moment I had stepped into this mansion today called me, and I looked up at her.<br /> "Yes?"<br /> "Your grandfather is waiting for you outside. It's time."<br /> It's time. It's time to get married to a man you don't know.<br /> Nodding, I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time making sure no tear stained my make up, and then left the room and walked down the stairs to the long wooden doors from which I was supposed to walk out. The dress was trailing behind, and the four inch heels I was wearing were uncomfortable.<br /> I felt suffocated, as if I would breakdown again any moment.<br /> "Sofie!" My grandfather's eyes lit up when he saw me, and mine softened looking at him all decked in his blue tux. It's all for him, I reminded myself, he needed the money.<br /> "Grandpa," I smiled softly at him, hurrying to reach him before he walks to me. He used to be tall and fit once, but years of chemotherapy had sucked the strength the out of him.<br /> "Oh! You look beautiful!" Tears glistened in his eyes. "I wish your parents could see you like this."<br /> I gulped the lump forming at the back of my throat as I held his hand when I reached him. "Are you happy, grandpa?"<br /> "Very." He beamed, "You will be taken care of when I'm gone. Gabriel is a good man."<br /> I nodded. I wasn't happy, but he didn't need to know of that.<br /> "Are you ready?" He asked in a whisper as I wrapped my hands around his arm and we stood in front of the shut doors.<br /> "As ready as I'll ever be."<br /> On queue, the doors opened. People stood on both sides of me when I stepped out and onto the aisle, every eye on me. Some hushed whispers. Camera flashes.<br /> Deep breath in. Deep breath out.<br /> I looked up. Despite the meticulously planned extravagance all around me that the Whitlock family had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on, the person that caught my eye was the man standing at the end of the aisle.<br /> Gabriel Whitlock.<br /> I had googled him. I knew of his brown eyes and dark hair, his lopsided smile, his broad, muscular shoulders and his graceful stance, but my heart still skipped a beat when our eyes met.<br /> Oh, I so wished for this to be a fairytale-come-true, not a nightmare of a marriage I was about to be trapped in.<br /> He was looking at his watch, and there was a frown on his face when he looked up, which changed when he saw me. An emotion I couldn't decipher flickered in them, and I squirmed under his scrutinising gaze.<br /> He stepped down when I reached the end, forwarding his hand towards me in a perfectly practiced gesture, and cameras flashed more than ever as my grandfather placed my hand in his as if traditionally entrusting me with him.<br /> His palm was rough and large, and mine felt so small in his. Oh, what a mismatch.<br /> "Hey," I mouthed over the priest's words, surprising myself. I hadn't planned on doing this. My voice was so little that I wasn't sure he heard me, but he did. His eyes flickered towards me, setting on me for a brief few seconds.<br /> His jaw clenched, and then he looked away.<br /> He didn't look back at me for the rest of the time, and my cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment when the dreaded words cut in: "Do you, Gabriel Whitlock, take Sofia Baker to be your lawfully wedded wife?"<br /> "I do." He finally turned to me, and I bit my lower lip.<br /> "And do you, Sofia Baker, take Gabriel Whitlock to be your lawfully wedded husband?"<br /> This was suffocating. The outfit I was wearing costed more than my apartment. "I do," I still answered.<br /> "Gabriel, you may buss your bride." The officiant announced, and the entire world faded when he stepped towards me, hovering over me despite the tall heels I was wearing. One of his hands brushed my lose locks away and held my cheek as he bent down to gently place his lips on me.<br /> It was barely a brush.<br /> And just as quickly, he moved away as if he wasn't supposed to buss me in the first place.<br /> * *<br /> We didn't attend the reception of our own wedding.<br /> After the nuptials, I was ushered back inside by my grandfather.<br /> "Seems like Gabriel cannot wait to get to know you," My grandfather laughed quietly, and I contemplated the urge to roll my eyes.<br /> "I absolutely cannot." Gabriel's voice filled in from behind, a charming but formal smile on his lips.<br /> "You take good care of my Sofie, okay?"<br /> "She'll never have the chance to complain." He didn't even look at me. "But I'm going to steal her from you now."<br /> Grandpa smiled sadly, and I squeezed him tight. "I'll visit you tomorrow," I promised him, "Don't forget your medicines."<br /> He nodded. He was going to stay the next few days with Gabriel's grandparents, who happened to be his friends from college. I had met them a few times before. They visited quite often after hearing about Grandpa's illness.<br /> "Smile." Gabriel whispered when we begin walking outside, getting me to look at him.<br /> "Huh?"<br /> "I said... smile."<br /> I knit my eyebrows furthermore, confused, but as soon as I stepped outside, tens of camera lights flashed in my eyes. There were reporters everywhere, throwing overlapping questions that I couldn't catch.<br /> "Is it true that this is an arranged marriage?"<br /> "Is it true that this is the first time you both are meeting each other?"<br /> "Mr. Whitlock, what happened to your relationship with Ms. Grant?"<br /> I couldn't make much sense of anything, only Gabriel. He had wrapped one of his arms around my back, his body tilted sideways as if to shield me from the flash lights as he guided us to the limousine at the end of the path, and quickly helped me get inside.<br /> Once the door shut, the gentleness with which he had talked to my grandfather and showed in front of the cameras vanished, and his jaw tightened, his eyes falling on the watch again.<br /> I cleared my throat. "Is that normal for you?"<br /> "Yes."<br /> He looked outside as the driver drove away from the chaos, barely sparing me a glance.<br /> I spoke up again. "I'm Sofia... Baker."<br /> This time, he looked at me like I was stupid. "I know," he deadpanned.<br /> I shut up after that.<br /> He was clearly not interested in talking to me. I felt embarrassed for trying again and again, and the urge to cry returned. I always knew this wasn't going to be an unrealistic fairytale where he looks at me for the first time and falls in love with me madly, but I hoped he would at least look at me. And talk to me. Or agree to be a friend. Or something.<br /> But with the way he was behaving with me, I could have as well married a robot.<br /> After twenty minutes of silence, no music, windows rolled up and the scent of a light air freshener mixed with air conditioning of the car choking me, I spoke up again. "Have I offended you somehow?"<br /> "Well, yes," He cocked an eyebrow at me, "You married me."<br /> <br /> I believed in fairytales. I believed in true love like the one my parents had, and hoped to find that for myself someday. I knew my parents would have wanted that for me, and not for me to be trapped into a loveless and forced marriage done for my grandfather's sake.<br /> With every minute of silence I spent in that car, I could sense my own dreams of the future breaking and being left behind.<br /> The silent torture of an hour (that seemed like an eternity) ended when the limousine stood in front of a house so huge, it was a mansion.<br /> Housemaids and butlers stood at its entrance as if waiting for us, and Gabriel was out of the door the second the car stopped.<br /> Two housemaids helped me out of the car because of the size of the dress I was wearing, and I politely smiled at them.<br /> "Welcome home, Mrs. Whitlock," They both giggled like shy schoolgirls.<br /> "Thank you," I mumbled and when I looked ahead, Gabriel had already disappeared inside the house.<br /> I sighed sadly, trying to hide my disappointment as I held my head high and walked in by myself behind him, taking in the extravagance of the Polish floors and chandeliers and perfectly kept flowers in vases.<br /> Some people had a home. Gabriel Whitlock had taken a page out of a Vogue magazine and simply brought it to reality.<br /> It was so beautiful, I hated it.<br /> I could see Gabriel walk up the stairs, and shaking my head, I simply followed him while one of the housemaids carried my trail for me.<br /> At the end of the stairs, when I took the right behind him, he turned with his hands crossed in front of him, looking at me with irritation. "Where do you think you're going?"<br /> "I'm following you to our room."<br /> "Our room?" He looked like he wanted to laugh, "You think we're going to share rooms?"<br /> I blinked. "We're not?"<br /> "My room is at the end of this hallway. Yours is at the end of that." He pointed in the opposite direction.<br /> The remaining shreds of any hope of a more cordial relationship between us died. "Good," I pretended to be relieved, "I was dreading sharing a room."<br /> "Like I said to your grandfather, you would have no complaints." The smile he drew to his lips was forced and sarcastic. "Luna is going to be with you at all times. She will escort you to your chamber."<br /> Escort? Chamber?<br /> What was he, royalty?<br /> Nonetheless, I just nodded.<br /> "Oh, and..." He added, "I was hoping I could come to your room in.." He paused, checked his watch, and then looked up. "...Thirty minutes. To talk."<br /> 'To talk.'<br /> Again, I nodded.<br /> As Gabriel turned around and left, I let Luna guide me to my room. He wasn't joking when he said my room is at the end of the hallway. I had to cross five other doors to reach mine.<br /> "I'll be right outside if you need anything," Luna said, "Just call for me."<br /> My eyebrows knit. "So you'll just be standing outside?"<br /> "Yes."<br /> "Doing what?"<br /> "Waiting, Mrs. Whitlock."<br /> "Waiting for...what?"<br /> "For you to call me."<br /> I wondered if she was joking but her face didn't move a muscle. "But...why?"<br /> "So that you don't feel the need to go out of your way to do anything yourself."<br /> "Like get water for myself from the kitchen?" I joked.<br /> "Exactly." She agreed.<br /> I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but then shut it again immediately. "Thanks." I just entered my room, leaving her outside in a guarding stance.<br /> Everything in this house was weird.<br /> This room was bigger than the apartment I struggled to pay rent of every month, but at least it was pretty. Like a show-piece.<br /> It took me ten minutes to get out of my wedding gown, and then I got in the tub to soak myself in hot water. I stayed there for an awfully long time, scrubbing out the expensive make-up from my face till the freckles they had spent so much time covering were visible again.<br /> I had promised myself I wouldn't think about how sad I was once I was already married, since what was already done couldn't be undone, but I couldn't help it. I knew a lot of girls wouldn't consider marrying a man as rich as handsome as Gabriel as torture, but I did.<br /> My mother was from a rich family in Seoul and my father was there on scholarship. She knew he didn't have a lot of money, but she loved him and left her family for him any way. They were the epitome of love for me growing up, and I was sure they'd be just in love today if a car crash hadn't stolen them from me years ago.<br /> I got my dark eyes, dark hair and Asian features from her.<br /> I liked money just as much as the next person, but I didn't use it as a driving force in life.<br /> As soon as that thought crossed my head, I felt like a hypocrite. I had married for money after all.<br /> When the steam in the bathroom felt suffocating, I got out wrapping one towel around my body, and another around my hair.<br /> My soul left my body when I opened the bathroom door, and found my new husband sitting on the edge of my bed.<br /> His eyes darkened when he looked up at me, but he remained unfazed at my half-undressed state.<br /> "You're late." He commented. "It's been forty-two minutes."<br /> I did not even remember he was going to come. It took me a moment to let go of my shock and glare at him. "Did nobody teach you how to knock before entering a woman's room?"<br /> "Technically, you're in my house. The room is mine."<br /> I rolled my eyes, holding the towel tight around me. "Would you have even entered the bathroom if it was unlocked?"<br /> Gabriel got up from the bed, unbuttoning the jacket of another crisp suit he had changed into. Conveniently ignoring what I asked, he placed a black card on the bed.<br /> "What is that?" I asked.<br /> "It's an Amex. No limit."<br /> I kept staring at him.<br /> He looked irritated. "It's for you."<br /> "I can take care of myself."<br /> I had married for money, yes, but so that his grandparents can cover the bill of my grandpa's cancer treatment. I didn't want anything from him, especially not the shiny black card with his name on it.<br /> "Can you buy a Chanel bag to gift my mother for the lunch we're supposed to have next week?"<br /> "She's your mother. You can buy it."<br /> "It's my money. Technically, I am buying it." He grumbled. "You're just the one choosing it."<br /> I ignored what he said the same way he had ignored me earlier. "If that's all, I would really like to change into something more appropriate than a towel."<br /> "You have a walk-in wardrobe, and you chose to get dressed in the room?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at the outfit placed on my bed. "Old habits die hard, I guess. Or in your case, poor habits."<br /> "Excuse me?" My voice was loud as I took a step towards him. "I have been nothing but kind to you since the moment I met you. I was forced into this arrangement just as much as you were and if you can't-"<br /> "Were you though?" He cut me off.<br /> "What?"<br /> "Were you forced into it, Sofia?"<br /> He was being a jerk. "You better believe I wasn't dying to marry a man I didn't know, let alone an arrogant prick like you!"<br /> "You really want to pretend you're sad about marrying into money?" He snickered. "A house bigger than you could ever dream? Housemaids at one call? Anything you could ever wish for, you can buy with this card."<br /> "You are unbelievable." I shook my head, wanting not to cry at the assumptions he'd made about me without taking the effort to know me even a little.<br /> "I'm also a millionaire," he clarified, "So use that card when you need something."<br /> "If there's nothing else you want to say, leave." I spat out.<br /> He looked at me with a hatred I had done nothing to deserve before saying, "This arrangement will last for six months."<br /> "What arrangement?"<br /> "Our marriage."<br /> There was a silent pause on my end. "Oh."<br /> "After six months, I will divorce you and pay you a hefty sum in alumni so you can live comfortably on my money for the rest of your life." Gabriel's voice was bitter and full of a hatred I had done nothing to earn. "You will use my card till then. You will carry my name with grace. You will live in my house and smile with me in public when necessary. But inside, you may do as you please."<br /> "And why would I do that for you?" I fumed. "I can live without your money, so why would I make public appearances with you or not go embarrass you in front of the world? I. Owe. You. Nothing."<br /> "You don't want to play this game with me, freckles." One corner of his lips raised into a lopsided smile, "You don't want to know how low I can stoop to get what I want."<br /> I gasped in disbelief. "Are you serious right now? Are you threatening me?"<br /> "I am simply stating facts. When I threaten you, you'd know."<br /> "Leave." I seethed.<br /> He stared at me.<br /> "LEAVE!" I couldn't care less if my voice echoed the hollow walls of his mansion and his staff heard us arguing.<br /> All I wanted was him away from me.<br /> "Six months." He repeated, and left without looking at me again.<br /> Once he was gone, I stared at the bland white walls of my new room and they stared back at me just as blankly. The moment he was gone, I crippled to me knees and let the tears and tiredness I had been holding back wash over me. My house might be just the size of the room allotted to me in this mansion, but it was at least a home.<br /> Unlike the beautiful golden cage I was trapped in for the next six months.<br /> <br /> Before the wedding, I had put a lot of thought into how my wedding night would be. I wondered if I would have to have intercourse with a man I hadn't known before that day, and in all the fear of that, I had forgotten staying alone in a huge room with nothing to do and no one to talk to as a possibility.<br /> I tossed and turned all night, barely getting any sleep.<br /> The next morning, I wore one of the outfits that someone had stocked in the wardrobe for me to use. Growing up poor, I never got to splurge on myself. Any money I could save would only go into covering my grandpa's treatments, and we still fell short most times.<br /> Wandering alone in that big house, I wished I could confide in her about the fake marriage I was stuck in.<br /> But there I was, eating breakfast meant to feed twenty alone in the dining room.<br /> Luna stared at me.<br /> "Have you eaten?" I asked her.<br /> "After you, Mrs. Whitlock."<br /> "Please call me Ms. Baker."<br /> "I'm afraid I can't do that, Mrs. Whitlock. Sir wouldn't like it."<br /> "I don't think Sir would know." I tell her, looking around. The house was huge, and the chances of running into the man that I wanted to actively try to avoid for the next six months was less. "Where even is he?"<br /> "He left home last night after talking to you, and he hasn't returned since."<br /> "Oh." I felt a pang in me. I knew our marriage was just for the sake of it, but I didn't expect him to sleep with another lady on the night of our wedding at least.<br /> "Sir works overnight all the time," Luna quickly added. "He has a lot of meetings with clients who live abroad and he functions on their time."<br /> "Luna, it's okay."<br /> "I'm sorry, Mrs. Whitlock."<br /> "Ms. Baker," I corrected her.<br /> "Ms. Baker." She nodded. "A parcel came for you earlier in the morning today though."<br /> I knit my eyebrows, leaving the food I did not have the appetite to eat as she disappeared for a moment to return with a box that I opened quickly to reveal a new phone inside. The latest model in my hand was a far stretch from the half broken one I had been using for the past five years, but I made it work since I couldn't afford a new phone despite juggling between two jobs and taking care of my grandpa.<br /> Until now, apparently.<br /> I unlocked the already set-up phone to see that there was no contact in it except one.<br /> 'Gabriel Whitlock.'<br /> *<br /> In the afternoon, his lawyer arrived with a perfectly drafted agreement like he'd said yesterday. I'd gone over it for an hour by myself before signing it.<br /> I was tempted not to, but also afraid of how low Gabriel's 'stooping low' really was.<br /> I did nothing that day. I wandered around the house and saw all the paintings like I was in an art gallery, I tinkered with my new phone for a while, I checked in on my grandfather who insisted he was enjoying every moment of being reunited with his old friends and asked me to not visit him but instead enjoy my 'newly wed bliss', and napped more than I was used to.<br /> In the evening, I mailed my resume to companies around me. I needed to get a new job since I left my old one when I moved three hours away to marry an imperious man, but I was confident I could get another one without using the Whitlock name.<br /> I was always at the top of my class even in college, and had over two years of experience working as a financial analyst at my previous company. I earned well, but cancer cost more. So even after working a full time job as their financial analyst, and then working part time as a waitress in an overnight diner, I still struggled to make ends meet. With no health insurance, we were considering taking a loan or putting out small house on mortgage when Gabriel's grandparents, who happened to be my grandpa's friends from school got in touch with him and again and offered to pay out his entire treatment with one simple condition: I had to marry their grandson. I was still convinced I could manage by myself and marrying a complete stranger was off the table but when my grandpa had to come out of retirement and take up a job for some extra cash, my heart broke looking at my sick grandfather work despite being in pain after treatments to unburden me. That is when I agreed to marry him: Gabriel Whitlock.<br /> I didn't know what they did to convince their grandson to marry a nobody like me or why he agreed, but by his anger towards me, I could guess he was forced into it too.<br /> I wanted to sympathise with him, because at least I got something out of this wedlock. It seemed like he got nothing except losing his freedom and the title of the hottest bachelor in front of the world. But at the same time, I knew he was no saint. He was an arrogant man, self-centred, and had implied that I was a gold digger.<br /> At night, I ate dinner by myself while the housemaids looked over me like I was a child. Or royalty.<br /> I didn't see Gabriel at all for the next few days, and being alone turned into a habit. I spent my time getting pally with Luna and the others, learning how to cook the more refined dishes, swimming, and even reading books.<br /> On the fourth night, I checked my mails. I'd heard back from three out of seven places I had applied to, including Wales.<br /> Wales was a multibillion company that manufactured and distributed skincare, a direct competitor of the Whitlock company. They'd called me for an interview two days later, but I didn't send in my confirmation yet. Even though there wasn't a formal clause in the agreement we had signed, Gabriel had explicitly mentioned for me to not go about humiliating him publicly, and I wondered if his wife joining a rival company would go down well with him.<br /> Probably not.<br /> His number remained in my cell, and I went back and forth on the idea of calling him. But it was a quarter past twelve, and I hadn't seen him in the house for days. A part of my heart felt tighter wondering if he was staying with someone else... another woman perhaps.<br /> Sleep wasn't easy that night, and I woke up early by myself the next morning, eating breakfast in haste. It was around nine-thirty in the morning when I sat alone in my room and like a nervous school girl, dialled Gabriel.<br /> The phone rang, and on the fifth ring, it was picked up.<br /> "Hello?"<br /> I left the breath I didn't know I was holding. This wasn't Gabriel's voice. "Gabriel?"<br /> "Mrs. Whitlock? This is Peter, his personal assistant."<br /> "This is Gabriel's number, right?" He was probably in a meeting or something.<br /> "No, ma'am. This is my work number. Gabe Sir did mention that he had given you my number to call if you need to reach him."<br /> The anger for him that had managed to dissipate in the past few days was back, and the urge to punch something was stronger than ever. "I need to go through you to get to him?"<br /> "I believe so," Peter's voice was small. "Can I pass your message to him?"<br /> "No. No message." I replied, and without giving him the chance to say whatever he was about to, I disconnected.<br /> Here I was wondering if he'd mind me going for a job interview.<br /> And there he was, not even considering me important enough to have his own number.<br /> He actually had the audacity to feed his assistant's number under his name.<br /> Fuming, I opened my laptop and confirmed my interview for the next morning, without caring that it was with his rival company.<br /> Gabriel Whitlock could rot in underworld after this. | LEARN_MORE | https://b.ficsworld.com/ad/Zmljd29ybGQvMTQzOTk1LzI | 140046759187543 | World003 | https://facebook.com/61551640813531 | 206 | 1 | 726,510,146,344,390 | 2024-04-07 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | World003 | 120210078677870288 | b.ficsworld.com | NONE | video | https://b.ficsworld.com/ad/Zmljd29ybGQvMTQzOTk1LzIwMjQwNDA3MTcyMDU0L3BhZ2U=?adid={{ad.id}} | 2024-04-07 04:26 | https://scontent-lax3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436414297_782398336801933_6998062579378824999_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=WLK4Q1xP7MIAb539P84&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-1.xx&oh=00_AfBMAfI1ZFpQdDMk7tsEx4jkeGab3YYhCobczaYkIiJQCg&oe=6618CF91 | person_profile | 0 | World003 | https://scontent-lax3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/435957608_926973139173453_3363262334325636286_n.jpg?_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=aL3jrfrVSRMAb5wBew0&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-1.xx&oh=00_AfCXuwEpzFlmB6h68yUAvXRpCDVfaxFODRsdeosIUONQbw&oe=6618EA3B | 0 | 3 | World003 | 0 | 0 | 2024-04-07 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-04-07 16:34 | active | 450 | 0 | 418564780784912 | 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 | "Where even is he?"<br /> "Mr. Whitlock left home last night after talking to you, and he hasn't returned since."<br /> "Oh." I felt a pang in me. I knew our marriage was just for the sake of it, but I didn't expect him to sleep with another lady on the night of our wedding at least.<br /> "Sir works overnight all the time," Luna quickly added. "He has a lot of meetings with clients..."<br /> "Luna, it's okay."<br /> I knew a lot of girls wouldn't consider marrying a man as rich as handsome as Gabriel as torture, but I did.<br /> My house might be just the size of the room allotted to me in this mansion, but it was at least a home.<br /> Unlike the beautiful golden cage I was trapped in for the next six months.<br /> ————————<br /> <br /> Sofia's PoV<br /> I wiped tears from the corner of my eyes, hoping nobody saw me weep, and that the mascara didn't run because of my unending tears. I was miserable, still in disbelief believe that the first time I was going to see my husband-to-be was when I'd walk down the aisle, and he would be waiting for me at the end of it.<br /> At least, I hoped he would be there, and that he wouldn't elope. Not because I wanted to particularly marry him, but because being stood up at the altar in front of the whole world would be very humiliating.<br /> "Ms. Baker?" As I fixed the princess-y Versace wedding gown one last time, one of the three women who had followed me since the moment I had stepped into this mansion today called me, and I looked up at her.<br /> "Yes?"<br /> "Your grandfather is waiting for you outside. It's time."<br /> It's time. It's time to get married to a man you don't know.<br /> Nodding, I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time making sure no tear stained my make up, and then left the room and walked down the stairs to the long wooden doors from which I was supposed to walk out. The dress was trailing behind, and the four inch heels I was wearing were uncomfortable.<br /> I felt suffocated, as if I would breakdown again any moment.<br /> "Sofie!" My grandfather's eyes lit up when he saw me, and mine softened looking at him all decked in his blue tux. It's all for him, I reminded myself, he needed the money.<br /> "Grandpa," I smiled softly at him, hurrying to reach him before he walks to me. He used to be tall and fit once, but years of chemotherapy had sucked the strength the out of him.<br /> "Oh! You look beautiful!" Tears glistened in his eyes. "I wish your parents could see you like this."<br /> I gulped the lump forming at the back of my throat as I held his hand when I reached him. "Are you happy, grandpa?"<br /> "Very." He beamed, "You will be taken care of when I'm gone. Gabriel is a good man."<br /> I nodded. I wasn't happy, but he didn't need to know of that.<br /> "Are you ready?" He asked in a whisper as I wrapped my hands around his arm and we stood in front of the shut doors.<br /> "As ready as I'll ever be."<br /> On queue, the doors opened. People stood on both sides of me when I stepped out and onto the aisle, every eye on me. Some hushed whispers. Camera flashes.<br /> Deep breath in. Deep breath out.<br /> I looked up. Despite the meticulously planned extravagance all around me that the Whitlock family had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on, the person that caught my eye was the man standing at the end of the aisle.<br /> Gabriel Whitlock.<br /> I had googled him. I knew of his brown eyes and dark hair, his lopsided smile, his broad, muscular shoulders and his graceful stance, but my heart still skipped a beat when our eyes met.<br /> Oh, I so wished for this to be a fairytale-come-true, not a nightmare of a marriage I was about to be trapped in.<br /> He was looking at his watch, and there was a frown on his face when he looked up, which changed when he saw me. An emotion I couldn't decipher flickered in them, and I squirmed under his scrutinising gaze.<br /> He stepped down when I reached the end, forwarding his hand towards me in a perfectly practiced gesture, and cameras flashed more than ever as my grandfather placed my hand in his as if traditionally entrusting me with him.<br /> His palm was rough and large, and mine felt so small in his. Oh, what a mismatch.<br /> "Hey," I mouthed over the priest's words, surprising myself. I hadn't planned on doing this. My voice was so little that I wasn't sure he heard me, but he did. His eyes flickered towards me, setting on me for a brief few seconds.<br /> His jaw clenched, and then he looked away.<br /> He didn't look back at me for the rest of the time, and my cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment when the dreaded words cut in: "Do you, Gabriel Whitlock, take Sofia Baker to be your lawfully wedded wife?"<br /> "I do." He finally turned to me, and I bit my lower lip.<br /> "And do you, Sofia Baker, take Gabriel Whitlock to be your lawfully wedded husband?"<br /> This was suffocating. The outfit I was wearing costed more than my apartment. "I do," I still answered.<br /> "Gabriel, you may buss your bride." The officiant announced, and the entire world faded when he stepped towards me, hovering over me despite the tall heels I was wearing. One of his hands brushed my lose locks away and held my cheek as he bent down to gently place his lips on me.<br /> It was barely a brush.<br /> And just as quickly, he moved away as if he wasn't supposed to buss me in the first place.<br /> * *<br /> We didn't attend the reception of our own wedding.<br /> After the nuptials, I was ushered back inside by my grandfather.<br /> "Seems like Gabriel cannot wait to get to know you," My grandfather laughed quietly, and I contemplated the urge to roll my eyes.<br /> "I absolutely cannot." Gabriel's voice filled in from behind, a charming but formal smile on his lips.<br /> "You take good care of my Sofie, okay?"<br /> "She'll never have the chance to complain." He didn't even look at me. "But I'm going to steal her from you now."<br /> Grandpa smiled sadly, and I squeezed him tight. "I'll visit you tomorrow," I promised him, "Don't forget your medicines."<br /> He nodded. He was going to stay the next few days with Gabriel's grandparents, who happened to be his friends from college. I had met them a few times before. They visited quite often after hearing about Grandpa's illness.<br /> "Smile." Gabriel whispered when we begin walking outside, getting me to look at him.<br /> "Huh?"<br /> "I said... smile."<br /> I knit my eyebrows furthermore, confused, but as soon as I stepped outside, tens of camera lights flashed in my eyes. There were reporters everywhere, throwing overlapping questions that I couldn't catch.<br /> "Is it true that this is an arranged marriage?"<br /> "Is it true that this is the first time you both are meeting each other?"<br /> "Mr. Whitlock, what happened to your relationship with Ms. Grant?"<br /> I couldn't make much sense of anything, only Gabriel. He had wrapped one of his arms around my back, his body tilted sideways as if to shield me from the flash lights as he guided us to the limousine at the end of the path, and quickly helped me get inside.<br /> Once the door shut, the gentleness with which he had talked to my grandfather and showed in front of the cameras vanished, and his jaw tightened, his eyes falling on the watch again.<br /> I cleared my throat. "Is that normal for you?"<br /> "Yes."<br /> He looked outside as the driver drove away from the chaos, barely sparing me a glance.<br /> I spoke up again. "I'm Sofia... Baker."<br /> This time, he looked at me like I was stupid. "I know," he deadpanned.<br /> I shut up after that.<br /> He was clearly not interested in talking to me. I felt embarrassed for trying again and again, and the urge to cry returned. I always knew this wasn't going to be an unrealistic fairytale where he looks at me for the first time and falls in love with me madly, but I hoped he would at least look at me. And talk to me. Or agree to be a friend. Or something.<br /> But with the way he was behaving with me, I could have as well married a robot.<br /> After twenty minutes of silence, no music, windows rolled up and the scent of a light air freshener mixed with air conditioning of the car choking me, I spoke up again. "Have I offended you somehow?"<br /> "Well, yes," He cocked an eyebrow at me, "You married me."<br /> <br /> I believed in fairytales. I believed in true love like the one my parents had, and hoped to find that for myself someday. I knew my parents would have wanted that for me, and not for me to be trapped into a loveless and forced marriage done for my grandfather's sake.<br /> With every minute of silence I spent in that car, I could sense my own dreams of the future breaking and being left behind.<br /> The silent torture of an hour (that seemed like an eternity) ended when the limousine stood in front of a house so huge, it was a mansion.<br /> Housemaids and butlers stood at its entrance as if waiting for us, and Gabriel was out of the door the second the car stopped.<br /> Two housemaids helped me out of the car because of the size of the dress I was wearing, and I politely smiled at them.<br /> "Welcome home, Mrs. Whitlock," They both giggled like shy schoolgirls.<br /> "Thank you," I mumbled and when I looked ahead, Gabriel had already disappeared inside the house.<br /> I sighed sadly, trying to hide my disappointment as I held my head high and walked in by myself behind him, taking in the extravagance of the Polish floors and chandeliers and perfectly kept flowers in vases.<br /> Some people had a home. Gabriel Whitlock had taken a page out of a Vogue magazine and simply brought it to reality.<br /> It was so beautiful, I hated it.<br /> I could see Gabriel walk up the stairs, and shaking my head, I simply followed him while one of the housemaids carried my trail for me.<br /> At the end of the stairs, when I took the right behind him, he turned with his hands crossed in front of him, looking at me with irritation. "Where do you think you're going?"<br /> "I'm following you to our room."<br /> "Our room?" He looked like he wanted to laugh, "You think we're going to share rooms?"<br /> I blinked. "We're not?"<br /> "My room is at the end of this hallway. Yours is at the end of that." He pointed in the opposite direction.<br /> The remaining shreds of any hope of a more cordial relationship between us died. "Good," I pretended to be relieved, "I was dreading sharing a room."<br /> "Like I said to your grandfather, you would have no complaints." The smile he drew to his lips was forced and sarcastic. "Luna is going to be with you at all times. She will escort you to your chamber."<br /> Escort? Chamber?<br /> What was he, royalty?<br /> Nonetheless, I just nodded.<br /> "Oh, and..." He added, "I was hoping I could come to your room in.." He paused, checked his watch, and then looked up. "...Thirty minutes. To talk."<br /> 'To talk.'<br /> Again, I nodded.<br /> As Gabriel turned around and left, I let Luna guide me to my room. He wasn't joking when he said my room is at the end of the hallway. I had to cross five other doors to reach mine.<br /> "I'll be right outside if you need anything," Luna said, "Just call for me."<br /> My eyebrows knit. "So you'll just be standing outside?"<br /> "Yes."<br /> "Doing what?"<br /> "Waiting, Mrs. Whitlock."<br /> "Waiting for...what?"<br /> "For you to call me."<br /> I wondered if she was joking but her face didn't move a muscle. "But...why?"<br /> "So that you don't feel the need to go out of your way to do anything yourself."<br /> "Like get water for myself from the kitchen?" I joked.<br /> "Exactly." She agreed.<br /> I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but then shut it again immediately. "Thanks." I just entered my room, leaving her outside in a guarding stance.<br /> Everything in this house was weird.<br /> This room was bigger than the apartment I struggled to pay rent of every month, but at least it was pretty. Like a show-piece.<br /> It took me ten minutes to get out of my wedding gown, and then I got in the tub to soak myself in hot water. I stayed there for an awfully long time, scrubbing out the expensive make-up from my face till the freckles they had spent so much time covering were visible again.<br /> I had promised myself I wouldn't think about how sad I was once I was already married, since what was already done couldn't be undone, but I couldn't help it. I knew a lot of girls wouldn't consider marrying a man as rich as handsome as Gabriel as torture, but I did.<br /> My mother was from a rich family in Seoul and my father was there on scholarship. She knew he didn't have a lot of money, but she loved him and left her family for him any way. They were the epitome of love for me growing up, and I was sure they'd be just in love today if a car crash hadn't stolen them from me years ago.<br /> I got my dark eyes, dark hair and Asian features from her.<br /> I liked money just as much as the next person, but I didn't use it as a driving force in life.<br /> As soon as that thought crossed my head, I felt like a hypocrite. I had married for money after all.<br /> When the steam in the bathroom felt suffocating, I got out wrapping one towel around my body, and another around my hair.<br /> My soul left my body when I opened the bathroom door, and found my new husband sitting on the edge of my bed.<br /> His eyes darkened when he looked up at me, but he remained unfazed at my half-undressed state.<br /> "You're late." He commented. "It's been forty-two minutes."<br /> I did not even remember he was going to come. It took me a moment to let go of my shock and glare at him. "Did nobody teach you how to knock before entering a woman's room?"<br /> "Technically, you're in my house. The room is mine."<br /> I rolled my eyes, holding the towel tight around me. "Would you have even entered the bathroom if it was unlocked?"<br /> Gabriel got up from the bed, unbuttoning the jacket of another crisp suit he had changed into. Conveniently ignoring what I asked, he placed a black card on the bed.<br /> "What is that?" I asked.<br /> "It's an Amex. No limit."<br /> I kept staring at him.<br /> He looked irritated. "It's for you."<br /> "I can take care of myself."<br /> I had married for money, yes, but so that his grandparents can cover the bill of my grandpa's cancer treatment. I didn't want anything from him, especially not the shiny black card with his name on it.<br /> "Can you buy a Chanel bag to gift my mother for the lunch we're supposed to have next week?"<br /> "She's your mother. You can buy it."<br /> "It's my money. Technically, I am buying it." He grumbled. "You're just the one choosing it."<br /> I ignored what he said the same way he had ignored me earlier. "If that's all, I would really like to change into something more appropriate than a towel."<br /> "You have a walk-in wardrobe, and you chose to get dressed in the room?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at the outfit placed on my bed. "Old habits die hard, I guess. Or in your case, poor habits."<br /> "Excuse me?" My voice was loud as I took a step towards him. "I have been nothing but kind to you since the moment I met you. I was forced into this arrangement just as much as you were and if you can't-"<br /> "Were you though?" He cut me off.<br /> "What?"<br /> "Were you forced into it, Sofia?"<br /> He was being a jerk. "You better believe I wasn't dying to marry a man I didn't know, let alone an arrogant prick like you!"<br /> "You really want to pretend you're sad about marrying into money?" He snickered. "A house bigger than you could ever dream? Housemaids at one call? Anything you could ever wish for, you can buy with this card."<br /> "You are unbelievable." I shook my head, wanting not to cry at the assumptions he'd made about me without taking the effort to know me even a little.<br /> "I'm also a millionaire," he clarified, "So use that card when you need something."<br /> "If there's nothing else you want to say, leave." I spat out.<br /> He looked at me with a hatred I had done nothing to deserve before saying, "This arrangement will last for six months."<br /> "What arrangement?"<br /> "Our marriage."<br /> There was a silent pause on my end. "Oh."<br /> "After six months, I will divorce you and pay you a hefty sum in alumni so you can live comfortably on my money for the rest of your life." Gabriel's voice was bitter and full of a hatred I had done nothing to earn. "You will use my card till then. You will carry my name with grace. You will live in my house and smile with me in public when necessary. But inside, you may do as you please."<br /> "And why would I do that for you?" I fumed. "I can live without your money, so why would I make public appearances with you or not go embarrass you in front of the world? I. Owe. You. Nothing."<br /> "You don't want to play this game with me, freckles." One corner of his lips raised into a lopsided smile, "You don't want to know how low I can stoop to get what I want."<br /> I gasped in disbelief. "Are you serious right now? Are you threatening me?"<br /> "I am simply stating facts. When I threaten you, you'd know."<br /> "Leave." I seethed.<br /> He stared at me.<br /> "LEAVE!" I couldn't care less if my voice echoed the hollow walls of his mansion and his staff heard us arguing.<br /> All I wanted was him away from me.<br /> "Six months." He repeated, and left without looking at me again.<br /> Once he was gone, I stared at the bland white walls of my new room and they stared back at me just as blankly. The moment he was gone, I crippled to me knees and let the tears and tiredness I had been holding back wash over me. My house might be just the size of the room allotted to me in this mansion, but it was at least a home.<br /> Unlike the beautiful golden cage I was trapped in for the next six months.<br /> <br /> Before the wedding, I had put a lot of thought into how my wedding night would be. I wondered if I would have to have intercourse with a man I hadn't known before that day, and in all the fear of that, I had forgotten staying alone in a huge room with nothing to do and no one to talk to as a possibility.<br /> I tossed and turned all night, barely getting any sleep.<br /> The next morning, I wore one of the outfits that someone had stocked in the wardrobe for me to use. Growing up poor, I never got to splurge on myself. Any money I could save would only go into covering my grandpa's treatments, and we still fell short most times.<br /> Wandering alone in that big house, I wished I could confide in her about the fake marriage I was stuck in.<br /> But there I was, eating breakfast meant to feed twenty alone in the dining room.<br /> Luna stared at me.<br /> "Have you eaten?" I asked her.<br /> "After you, Mrs. Whitlock."<br /> "Please call me Ms. Baker."<br /> "I'm afraid I can't do that, Mrs. Whitlock. Sir wouldn't like it."<br /> "I don't think Sir would know." I tell her, looking around. The house was huge, and the chances of running into the man that I wanted to actively try to avoid for the next six months was less. "Where even is he?"<br /> "He left home last night after talking to you, and he hasn't returned since."<br /> "Oh." I felt a pang in me. I knew our marriage was just for the sake of it, but I didn't expect him to sleep with another lady on the night of our wedding at least.<br /> "Sir works overnight all the time," Luna quickly added. "He has a lot of meetings with clients who live abroad and he functions on their time."<br /> "Luna, it's okay."<br /> "I'm sorry, Mrs. Whitlock."<br /> "Ms. Baker," I corrected her.<br /> "Ms. Baker." She nodded. "A parcel came for you earlier in the morning today though."<br /> I knit my eyebrows, leaving the food I did not have the appetite to eat as she disappeared for a moment to return with a box that I opened quickly to reveal a new phone inside. The latest model in my hand was a far stretch from the half broken one I had been using for the past five years, but I made it work since I couldn't afford a new phone despite juggling between two jobs and taking care of my grandpa.<br /> Until now, apparently.<br /> I unlocked the already set-up phone to see that there was no contact in it except one.<br /> 'Gabriel Whitlock.'<br /> *<br /> In the afternoon, his lawyer arrived with a perfectly drafted agreement like he'd said yesterday. I'd gone over it for an hour by myself before signing it.<br /> I was tempted not to, but also afraid of how low Gabriel's 'stooping low' really was.<br /> I did nothing that day. I wandered around the house and saw all the paintings like I was in an art gallery, I tinkered with my new phone for a while, I checked in on my grandfather who insisted he was enjoying every moment of being reunited with his old friends and asked me to not visit him but instead enjoy my 'newly wed bliss', and napped more than I was used to.<br /> In the evening, I mailed my resume to companies around me. I needed to get a new job since I left my old one when I moved three hours away to marry an imperious man, but I was confident I could get another one without using the Whitlock name.<br /> I was always at the top of my class even in college, and had over two years of experience working as a financial analyst at my previous company. I earned well, but cancer cost more. So even after working a full time job as their financial analyst, and then working part time as a waitress in an overnight diner, I still struggled to make ends meet. With no health insurance, we were considering taking a loan or putting out small house on mortgage when Gabriel's grandparents, who happened to be my grandpa's friends from school got in touch with him and again and offered to pay out his entire treatment with one simple condition: I had to marry their grandson. I was still convinced I could manage by myself and marrying a complete stranger was off the table but when my grandpa had to come out of retirement and take up a job for some extra cash, my heart broke looking at my sick grandfather work despite being in pain after treatments to unburden me. That is when I agreed to marry him: Gabriel Whitlock.<br /> I didn't know what they did to convince their grandson to marry a nobody like me or why he agreed, but by his anger towards me, I could guess he was forced into it too.<br /> I wanted to sympathise with him, because at least I got something out of this wedlock. It seemed like he got nothing except losing his freedom and the title of the hottest bachelor in front of the world. But at the same time, I knew he was no saint. He was an arrogant man, self-centred, and had implied that I was a gold digger.<br /> At night, I ate dinner by myself while the housemaids looked over me like I was a child. Or royalty.<br /> I didn't see Gabriel at all for the next few days, and being alone turned into a habit. I spent my time getting pally with Luna and the others, learning how to cook the more refined dishes, swimming, and even reading books.<br /> On the fourth night, I checked my mails. I'd heard back from three out of seven places I had applied to, including Wales.<br /> Wales was a multibillion company that manufactured and distributed skincare, a direct competitor of the Whitlock company. They'd called me for an interview two days later, but I didn't send in my confirmation yet. Even though there wasn't a formal clause in the agreement we had signed, Gabriel had explicitly mentioned for me to not go about humiliating him publicly, and I wondered if his wife joining a rival company would go down well with him.<br /> Probably not.<br /> His number remained in my cell, and I went back and forth on the idea of calling him. But it was a quarter past twelve, and I hadn't seen him in the house for days. A part of my heart felt tighter wondering if he was staying with someone else... another woman perhaps.<br /> Sleep wasn't easy that night, and I woke up early by myself the next morning, eating breakfast in haste. It was around nine-thirty in the morning when I sat alone in my room and like a nervous school girl, dialled Gabriel.<br /> The phone rang, and on the fifth ring, it was picked up.<br /> "Hello?"<br /> I left the breath I didn't know I was holding. This wasn't Gabriel's voice. "Gabriel?"<br /> "Mrs. Whitlock? This is Peter, his personal assistant."<br /> "This is Gabriel's number, right?" He was probably in a meeting or something.<br /> "No, ma'am. This is my work number. Gabe Sir did mention that he had given you my number to call if you need to reach him."<br /> The anger for him that had managed to dissipate in the past few days was back, and the urge to punch something was stronger than ever. "I need to go through you to get to him?"<br /> "I believe so," Peter's voice was small. "Can I pass your message to him?"<br /> "No. No message." I replied, and without giving him the chance to say whatever he was about to, I disconnected.<br /> Here I was wondering if he'd mind me going for a job interview.<br /> And there he was, not even considering me important enough to have his own number.<br /> He actually had the audacity to feed his assistant's number under his name.<br /> Fuming, I opened my laptop and confirmed my interview for the next morning, without caring that it was with his rival company.<br /> Gabriel Whitlock could rot in underworld after this. | LEARN_MORE | https://b.mylibapps.com/ad/bm92ZWxXb3JsZC8xNDQwMzU | 128522263674865 | Libb002 | https://facebook.com/61551403614101 | 43 | 1 | 969,431,038,518,158 | 2024-04-07 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | Libb002 | 120209448826660299 | b.mylibapps.com | NONE | video | https://b.mylibapps.com/ad/bm92ZWxXb3JsZC8xNDQwMzUvMjAyNDA0MDcxNzIxMzMvcGFnZQ==?adid={{ad.id}} | 2024-04-07 04:32 | https://scontent-lax3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/435564614_7495226507260651_7861409113983468741_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=w79X2ihhqP4Ab7Ib_eu&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-2.xx&oh=00_AfA7kjTanxSQmpPj899UhxePeHVmzUNhTYKk4NhzzosIbg&oe=6618CE15 | person_profile | 0 | Libb002 | https://scontent-lax3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/435464497_1106990413962941_7569785495573504476_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=GgGUbBnAQ14Ab5rkABS&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-1.xx&oh=00_AfDXVpJuRw8HE4hYydX-i3ylFTWNUkujnq_vzqjor4QCUg&oe=6618F0D0 | 0 | 3 | Libb002 | 0 | 0 | 2024-04-07 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-04-07 16:34 | active | 450 | 0 | 439923058425739 | 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 | "I can't believe Alpha Griffin got a weakling like her."<br /> Griff and I tried our best to ignore them and have a good time, but I could feel his anger growing steadily. His body was stiff and his eyebrows were furrowed.<br /> "Guess what?" I asked, looking at him. I didn't know him that much, but he was one of the nicest people I've met. I hated to see him so upset. It made me feel oddly sad. I rubbed circles onto his hand with my thumb. "What?" He responded.<br /> "I like you. You are a good human." I grinned a little. He chuckled and shook his head. "Thanks. I like you too."<br /> ******<br /> Sophia's P.O.V<br /> ------------------<br /> "Whoosh!" I giggled as I held my stuffie in my hand and waved it through the air, pretending it could fly.<br /> Sadly, I was interrupted just then. "No. Mr. Sheepie was just about to get his super hero cape." I mumbled before turning my attention to the person who had entered my room.<br /> "You have mail." My older brother threw the letter at me. I tilted my head to the side. I never got mail. "Thank you." I managed. My family scared me. They hated me.<br /> "Yeah, whatever." My brother, Daniel, turned and slammed my door on the way out. None of them liked me and they all shunned me for the most part. At least they let me be me and have all my little things.<br /> I picked up the letter from where it had fallen. I nearly dropped it when I read where it was from.<br /> The mating ball committee. AKA the evil villain in my fairy tale (along with most people). My hands shook as I ripped open the letter and read it. Sure enough, it was an invitation to the annual mating ball. Except I didn't have a choice. I was required to go.<br /> I always knew that I would have to face it, but I wasn't ready. I began to cry and scream, flailing my arms about and throwing a tantrum.<br /> My brother burst back in the room.<br /> "Sophia, would you get your whiny hip up and be quiet? Mom and Dad are gone and I have to put up with your annoying self. Why are you even throwing a tantrum?!" Daniel frustratingly asked.<br /> I sniffled and pointed at the letter in fear. "M-mating ball."<br /> "N-no... I forgot about that." His face went white.<br /> I tilted my head to the side again. "What wrong?" He left without another word.<br /> ............................<br /> "WE'LL BE THE LAUGHING STOCK OF ALL THE PACKS! NOBODY IS GOING TO WANT HER, ANYWAY! WHO WANTS THAT WEIRD BIMBO?!" My brother vented to my parents, explaining his anxiety and frustration. I listening from my hiding spot in the hall and tried not to cry.<br /> "I know, I know. But she has to go. If she doesn't, it'll raise suspicion." My father replied. He was our pack's alpha and, to him, image was everything.<br /> "I hope she gets a mate. Then she will be someone else's problem." My mother chimed in. I scrambled to my bedroom before I could hear anymore and began to cry.<br /> I held my stuffie tight to me and spent the rest of the night crying in my soft bed before finally falling asleep.<br /> Sophia's P.O.V<br /> ----------------------<br /> I brushed my teeth, did my skincare routine, and slipped on the dress. Today was the day. The mating ball. It had come too soon.<br /> I looked in the mirror at my reflection and frowned. Something was missing. Just then, I figured it out. "Sockies!" I giggled, skipping to my drawers to get my white ruffle socks. I slid into my pink shoes with tiny bows and smiled, satisfied. "Yay!" I clapped my hands excitedly. I may not enjoy the event, but at least I will look cute.<br /> I skipped to the bathroom and applied lipgloss and clipped a tiny silk bow into my hair. It was time to go. I exhaled. "You got this." I whispered to my reflection. I couldn't let my anxiety overwhelm me.<br /> I grabbed my small bear backpack and shoved my paci in it, as well as a stuffie. I slid it onto my back and ran to the living room. My mother was standing there, arms crossed and lips pursed. "There you are. It's about time. Let's go."<br /> I was surprised that she had even offered to drive me at all, but I guess she was hoping that I would get a mate and leave for good.<br /> I followed her into a slick cadillac and we began to drive off. I watched our house from the car window until it was nothing but a dot.<br /> ...................<br /> I woke up to my mother shaking me. "You lazy bimbo, get up!" She hissed at me, being careful to not let anyone else hear. We couldn't have someone hearing and spreading the story around. News like that would ruin our pack's reputation.<br /> I whimpered and yawned, slowly climbing out of the car. "I'm up. I sorry." I lowered my head and shut the door, waiting for her to lead the way. She didn't.<br /> "Go straight, turn left, and you'll see a big building. That's the place. Bye." She explained before getting in the car and driving off. I stared at the car speeding away, a look of misery on my face. I sighed and took my stuffie out of my bag. It was a sheep.<br /> "Hey, Mr. Sheepie. At least I have you." I snuggled him and began my journey. Luckily, the pathway was cement and not gravel, so I didn't have to worry about getting rocks in my shoes. I hummed to myself softly as I walked to the grand hotel, stuffie clutched to my chest.<br /> Everyone had spent the night at the hotel, since it was all rented out for everyone. But my parents wouldn't let me go, because they said that that would just give me more time to embarass myself. Tsk, whatever. Do they have a spectacular sheep stuffie? No. Therefor they were incompetent. I giggled at the thought, shaking my head at my silliness.<br /> ................................<br /> "Name?" The receptionist droned, her eyes glued to her computer.<br /> "Sophia Alvarez." I piped up with a smile. The lady stopped clicking her keyboard and looked up. Only, the moment she did, she was taken aback.<br /> "Uh.. Okay. R-rank?" She stammered. I belonged to a powerful pack, but I was about as strong as my stuffie. She could obviously tell- her expression said it all.<br /> "Beta." I replied. Ranks meant nothing to me. People were people. I didn't get it.<br /> She nodded slowly and went back to typing. "You're all ready to go, Sophia."<br /> "Thanks!" I slightly jumped, happy to be one step closer to the end of this stupid thing. "Oh, what time does the ball start?" I quickly asked. I didn't want to be late.<br /> The lady looked at the schedule and her eyes went wide. "2 minutes. You'd better hurry. Just follow the signs and you'll get there without a problem."<br /> I smiled gratefully and started on my way. Here goes nothing.<br /> Sophia's P.O.V<br /> --------------------<br /> I hesitated before opening the doors to the ballroom. I paused, anxious, but then shook the thoughts from my head. "Screw it." I muttered. I opened the elegant white doors and, after taking one look, shut it again. "Yuckie. Too many people." I grimaced and gripped Mr. Sheepie tighter in my arms and opened the door again, this time actually going in.<br /> Everyone was so stunning and all of the girls wore elegant dresses, making me feel nervous in my flowery pink dress. Most of the guys had already found their mates, but some of them were still roaming around, searching.<br /> Almost instantly, I heard people begin to talk about me.<br /> "Ugh, who let her in here?"<br /> "Is that someone's kid?"<br /> "Oh my gosh. She is holding a stuffed animal."<br /> I heard a few people stifling their laughter as they caught sight of me, but I ignored them, just trying to get through the awful event.<br /> Suddenly a whiff of caramel washed over me. Yum. "That must mean there is a dessert bar, right?" I excitedly exclaimed to myself. I speed walked towards the scent, but, instead of a dessert bar, I found a man.<br /> "Do you know where the dessert bar is?" I piped up, looking around.<br /> "Sorry to disappoint you, but there isn't a dessert bar. There is an actual spirits bar, though." He grinned, looking down at me. He was pretty tall but looked young.<br /> "There must be a dessert bar. I smell caramel. Dessert bar!" I pouted.<br /> "There really isn't a dessert bar, I promise you. I am pretty sure that I am your mate, though. Because I smell sweet to you and only my mate would be able to smell that. You smell like roasted marshmallows to me." The male laughed- it was a deep laugh that made his face light up. It was super cute and made me smile widely.<br /> "What?" He stopped laughing.<br /> "Nothing. Your laugh is just cute. That's all." I admitted, blushing slightly.<br /> "Understandable. I think you are absolutely adorable, if I must say so. I'm lucky to have such an adorable mate," He smiled and held his hand out. "I'm Alpha Griffin, but you can call me Griff." He winked.<br /> I couldn't take his hand- I was too shocked. "Wait, you're serious? I'm your mate and there isn't a dessert bar? And you're an alpha?!" I squeaked. I could tell Griff was trying to hold back laughter.<br /> "Yes. You're too cute. What's your name?" Griff was dressed in a white button down shirt and a satin black suit. Snazzy.<br /> "Sophia."<br /> "Well, Sophia, would you care to dance?" He held his hand out once again. I felt shivers run down my spine as he said my name and I shyly nodded. "Lemme put Mr. Sheepie up first."<br /> "Mr. Sheepie is almost as cute as you. He seems very fluffy." He said in a serious tone, looking at my stuffie. I giggled and put him in my bag, zipping it up. "Mr. Sheepie says thank you."<br /> "He is very welcome. Now, shall we?" He pretended to bow and I took his hand with a smile. "Yes!"<br /> As we glided along the dance floor, people's shocked and disgusted whispers followed us.<br /> "He is with her?"<br /> "He must be toying with her."<br /> "I can't believe Alpha Griffin got a weakling like her."<br /> Griff and I tried our best to ignore them and have a good time, but I could feel his anger growing steadily. His body was stiff and his eyebrows were furrowed.<br /> "Guess what?" I asked, looking at him. I didn't know him that much, but he was one of the nicest people I've met. I hated to see him so upset. It made me feel oddly sad. I rubbed circles onto his hand with my thumb. "What?" He responded.<br /> "I like you. You are a good human." I grinned a little. He chuckled and shook his head. "Thanks. I like you too."<br /> Sophia's P.O.V<br /> --------------------------<br /> We had been dancing for about 30 minutes and I was already feeling exhausted. "You wanna leave?" I whispered to Griffin.<br /> "I was just about to ask you that question. Come on." He smiled cheekily and turned, still holding my hand, leading us out of the ballroom. I giggled and skipped behind him, eager to leave the crowded place.<br /> As we were weaving our way through the crowd, a stunning girl with fiery red hair stopped us. She fluttered her eyelashes at Griffin and spoke with an innocent tone. "Excuse me Alpha Griffin, but I just wanted to ask you, are you and this... girl mates?"<br /> Before he could answer, I tightened my hold on his hand and held it up for her to see. "Yup! And guess what? You're not his mate! So shoo!" I giggled and pushed past her with Griffin in tow.<br /> "You're so cute." I heard him tell me from behind.<br /> I smiled shyly, not saying anything more.<br /> We were outside of the grand building. Griffin looked down at his feet and fidgeted with his hands nervously. "Do you want to come with me to my pack? Permanently, I mean. It's no rush, but we have to do it eventually."<br /> "Honestly, I'd prefer that. My pack is full of meanies," I pouted. "but can we stop by my pack first? I need my stuff."<br /> "I'm sorry, love. But yeah, we can drop by. I won't hurt you, I promise." He smiled, and I couldn't help thinking that this was way too good to be reality. This was so much more different than what I was used to.<br /> "Thank you." I hoped he would keep his promise.<br /> "Anytime." He squeezed my hand and my heart filled with glee. I could feel my wolf, Thalia, jump around excitedly and I smiled. Maybe this time things would be different.<br /> Griff took out his phone and dialed a number. Several minutes later, a shiny black Jeep drove up in front of us. "I like to keep things practical. Now come on, princess. We're going on an adventure." He picked me up bridal style and carried my giggling self over to the sturdy car.<br /> "Yay!" I exclaimed, ready for the changes ahead of me.<br /> SOPHIA'S P.O.V<br /> -----------------------------<br /> "Bumpity Bumpity Bump!" I narrated our drive as we drove over the gravel road. Griffin chuckled from the seat next to me and pulled me closer to him- well, as long as the seat belt let him, at least. "You are absolutely adorable."<br /> I shot him a goofy face, which consisted of me scrunching up my face and raising one of my eyebrows. He smiled once more before sticking his tongue out at me and crossing his eyes, making me laugh.<br /> ......................<br /> I looked out of the window in dread. Another place I don't like. My pack house. It seemed I was always trapped somewhere I didn't want to be- the mating ball filled with judgmental people and my pack which was filled with even MORE judgmental people. "Yuckie!" I exclaimed, making a disgusted look at my pack house.<br /> "Come on angel. I'm here. I won't leave you." Griffin quickly opened his car door and rushed to my side to open mine for me. He knelt down to my level and took my tiny hands in his large ones. "You can leave your stuff in the car. We're going home after this. An actual home, not just a house." He smiled sadly.<br /> I knew exactly what he meant. 'Home' meant some place/person/thing that makes you feel safe. That makes you feel alive. That wakes your soul up and charges it with joy.<br /> A house was just a place for shelter.<br /> "I think I have found a home, already. I hope." I pointed to him and smiled softly, silently wishing that my words would come true.<br /> "I would love to be your home. 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Yes | 2024-04-07 16:34 | active | 450 | 0 | 716221710584448 | 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 | "Where even is he?"<br /> "Mr. Whitlock left home last night after talking to you, and he hasn't returned since."<br /> "Oh." I felt a pang in me. I knew our marriage was just for the sake of it, but I didn't expect him to sleep with another lady on the night of our wedding at least.<br /> "Sir works overnight all the time," Luna quickly added. "He has a lot of meetings with clients..."<br /> "Luna, it's okay."<br /> I knew a lot of girls wouldn't consider marrying a man as rich as handsome as Gabriel as torture, but I did.<br /> My house might be just the size of the room allotted to me in this mansion, but it was at least a home.<br /> Unlike the beautiful golden cage I was trapped in for the next six months.<br /> ————————<br /> <br /> Sofia's PoV<br /> I wiped tears from the corner of my eyes, hoping nobody saw me weep, and that the mascara didn't run because of my unending tears. I was miserable, still in disbelief believe that the first time I was going to see my husband-to-be was when I'd walk down the aisle, and he would be waiting for me at the end of it.<br /> At least, I hoped he would be there, and that he wouldn't elope. Not because I wanted to particularly marry him, but because being stood up at the altar in front of the whole world would be very humiliating.<br /> "Ms. Baker?" As I fixed the princess-y Versace wedding gown one last time, one of the three women who had followed me since the moment I had stepped into this mansion today called me, and I looked up at her.<br /> "Yes?"<br /> "Your grandfather is waiting for you outside. It's time."<br /> It's time. It's time to get married to a man you don't know.<br /> Nodding, I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time making sure no tear stained my make up, and then left the room and walked down the stairs to the long wooden doors from which I was supposed to walk out. The dress was trailing behind, and the four inch heels I was wearing were uncomfortable.<br /> I felt suffocated, as if I would breakdown again any moment.<br /> "Sofie!" My grandfather's eyes lit up when he saw me, and mine softened looking at him all decked in his blue tux. It's all for him, I reminded myself, he needed the money.<br /> "Grandpa," I smiled softly at him, hurrying to reach him before he walks to me. He used to be tall and fit once, but years of chemotherapy had sucked the strength the out of him.<br /> "Oh! You look beautiful!" Tears glistened in his eyes. "I wish your parents could see you like this."<br /> I gulped the lump forming at the back of my throat as I held his hand when I reached him. "Are you happy, grandpa?"<br /> "Very." He beamed, "You will be taken care of when I'm gone. Gabriel is a good man."<br /> I nodded. I wasn't happy, but he didn't need to know of that.<br /> "Are you ready?" He asked in a whisper as I wrapped my hands around his arm and we stood in front of the shut doors.<br /> "As ready as I'll ever be."<br /> On queue, the doors opened. People stood on both sides of me when I stepped out and onto the aisle, every eye on me. Some hushed whispers. Camera flashes.<br /> Deep breath in. Deep breath out.<br /> I looked up. Despite the meticulously planned extravagance all around me that the Whitlock family had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on, the person that caught my eye was the man standing at the end of the aisle.<br /> Gabriel Whitlock.<br /> I had googled him. I knew of his brown eyes and dark hair, his lopsided smile, his broad, muscular shoulders and his graceful stance, but my heart still skipped a beat when our eyes met.<br /> Oh, I so wished for this to be a fairytale-come-true, not a nightmare of a marriage I was about to be trapped in.<br /> He was looking at his watch, and there was a frown on his face when he looked up, which changed when he saw me. An emotion I couldn't decipher flickered in them, and I squirmed under his scrutinising gaze.<br /> He stepped down when I reached the end, forwarding his hand towards me in a perfectly practiced gesture, and cameras flashed more than ever as my grandfather placed my hand in his as if traditionally entrusting me with him.<br /> His palm was rough and large, and mine felt so small in his. Oh, what a mismatch.<br /> "Hey," I mouthed over the priest's words, surprising myself. I hadn't planned on doing this. My voice was so little that I wasn't sure he heard me, but he did. His eyes flickered towards me, setting on me for a brief few seconds.<br /> His jaw clenched, and then he looked away.<br /> He didn't look back at me for the rest of the time, and my cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment when the dreaded words cut in: "Do you, Gabriel Whitlock, take Sofia Baker to be your lawfully wedded wife?"<br /> "I do." He finally turned to me, and I bit my lower lip.<br /> "And do you, Sofia Baker, take Gabriel Whitlock to be your lawfully wedded husband?"<br /> This was suffocating. The outfit I was wearing costed more than my apartment. "I do," I still answered.<br /> "Gabriel, you may buss your bride." The officiant announced, and the entire world faded when he stepped towards me, hovering over me despite the tall heels I was wearing. One of his hands brushed my lose locks away and held my cheek as he bent down to gently place his lips on me.<br /> It was barely a brush.<br /> And just as quickly, he moved away as if he wasn't supposed to buss me in the first place.<br /> * *<br /> We didn't attend the reception of our own wedding.<br /> After the nuptials, I was ushered back inside by my grandfather.<br /> "Seems like Gabriel cannot wait to get to know you," My grandfather laughed quietly, and I contemplated the urge to roll my eyes.<br /> "I absolutely cannot." Gabriel's voice filled in from behind, a charming but formal smile on his lips.<br /> "You take good care of my Sofie, okay?"<br /> "She'll never have the chance to complain." He didn't even look at me. "But I'm going to steal her from you now."<br /> Grandpa smiled sadly, and I squeezed him tight. "I'll visit you tomorrow," I promised him, "Don't forget your medicines."<br /> He nodded. He was going to stay the next few days with Gabriel's grandparents, who happened to be his friends from college. I had met them a few times before. They visited quite often after hearing about Grandpa's illness.<br /> "Smile." Gabriel whispered when we begin walking outside, getting me to look at him.<br /> "Huh?"<br /> "I said... smile."<br /> I knit my eyebrows furthermore, confused, but as soon as I stepped outside, tens of camera lights flashed in my eyes. There were reporters everywhere, throwing overlapping questions that I couldn't catch.<br /> "Is it true that this is an arranged marriage?"<br /> "Is it true that this is the first time you both are meeting each other?"<br /> "Mr. Whitlock, what happened to your relationship with Ms. Grant?"<br /> I couldn't make much sense of anything, only Gabriel. He had wrapped one of his arms around my back, his body tilted sideways as if to shield me from the flash lights as he guided us to the limousine at the end of the path, and quickly helped me get inside.<br /> Once the door shut, the gentleness with which he had talked to my grandfather and showed in front of the cameras vanished, and his jaw tightened, his eyes falling on the watch again.<br /> I cleared my throat. "Is that normal for you?"<br /> "Yes."<br /> He looked outside as the driver drove away from the chaos, barely sparing me a glance.<br /> I spoke up again. "I'm Sofia... Baker."<br /> This time, he looked at me like I was stupid. "I know," he deadpanned.<br /> I shut up after that.<br /> He was clearly not interested in talking to me. I felt embarrassed for trying again and again, and the urge to cry returned. I always knew this wasn't going to be an unrealistic fairytale where he looks at me for the first time and falls in love with me madly, but I hoped he would at least look at me. And talk to me. Or agree to be a friend. Or something.<br /> But with the way he was behaving with me, I could have as well married a robot.<br /> After twenty minutes of silence, no music, windows rolled up and the scent of a light air freshener mixed with air conditioning of the car choking me, I spoke up again. "Have I offended you somehow?"<br /> "Well, yes," He cocked an eyebrow at me, "You married me."<br /> <br /> I believed in fairytales. I believed in true love like the one my parents had, and hoped to find that for myself someday. I knew my parents would have wanted that for me, and not for me to be trapped into a loveless and forced marriage done for my grandfather's sake.<br /> With every minute of silence I spent in that car, I could sense my own dreams of the future breaking and being left behind.<br /> The silent torture of an hour (that seemed like an eternity) ended when the limousine stood in front of a house so huge, it was a mansion.<br /> Housemaids and butlers stood at its entrance as if waiting for us, and Gabriel was out of the door the second the car stopped.<br /> Two housemaids helped me out of the car because of the size of the dress I was wearing, and I politely smiled at them.<br /> "Welcome home, Mrs. Whitlock," They both giggled like shy schoolgirls.<br /> "Thank you," I mumbled and when I looked ahead, Gabriel had already disappeared inside the house.<br /> I sighed sadly, trying to hide my disappointment as I held my head high and walked in by myself behind him, taking in the extravagance of the Polish floors and chandeliers and perfectly kept flowers in vases.<br /> Some people had a home. Gabriel Whitlock had taken a page out of a Vogue magazine and simply brought it to reality.<br /> It was so beautiful, I hated it.<br /> I could see Gabriel walk up the stairs, and shaking my head, I simply followed him while one of the housemaids carried my trail for me.<br /> At the end of the stairs, when I took the right behind him, he turned with his hands crossed in front of him, looking at me with irritation. "Where do you think you're going?"<br /> "I'm following you to our room."<br /> "Our room?" He looked like he wanted to laugh, "You think we're going to share rooms?"<br /> I blinked. "We're not?"<br /> "My room is at the end of this hallway. Yours is at the end of that." He pointed in the opposite direction.<br /> The remaining shreds of any hope of a more cordial relationship between us died. "Good," I pretended to be relieved, "I was dreading sharing a room."<br /> "Like I said to your grandfather, you would have no complaints." The smile he drew to his lips was forced and sarcastic. "Luna is going to be with you at all times. She will escort you to your chamber."<br /> Escort? Chamber?<br /> What was he, royalty?<br /> Nonetheless, I just nodded.<br /> "Oh, and..." He added, "I was hoping I could come to your room in.." He paused, checked his watch, and then looked up. "...Thirty minutes. To talk."<br /> 'To talk.'<br /> Again, I nodded.<br /> As Gabriel turned around and left, I let Luna guide me to my room. He wasn't joking when he said my room is at the end of the hallway. I had to cross five other doors to reach mine.<br /> "I'll be right outside if you need anything," Luna said, "Just call for me."<br /> My eyebrows knit. "So you'll just be standing outside?"<br /> "Yes."<br /> "Doing what?"<br /> "Waiting, Mrs. Whitlock."<br /> "Waiting for...what?"<br /> "For you to call me."<br /> I wondered if she was joking but her face didn't move a muscle. "But...why?"<br /> "So that you don't feel the need to go out of your way to do anything yourself."<br /> "Like get water for myself from the kitchen?" I joked.<br /> "Exactly." She agreed.<br /> I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but then shut it again immediately. "Thanks." I just entered my room, leaving her outside in a guarding stance.<br /> Everything in this house was weird.<br /> This room was bigger than the apartment I struggled to pay rent of every month, but at least it was pretty. Like a show-piece.<br /> It took me ten minutes to get out of my wedding gown, and then I got in the tub to soak myself in hot water. I stayed there for an awfully long time, scrubbing out the expensive make-up from my face till the freckles they had spent so much time covering were visible again.<br /> I had promised myself I wouldn't think about how sad I was once I was already married, since what was already done couldn't be undone, but I couldn't help it. I knew a lot of girls wouldn't consider marrying a man as rich as handsome as Gabriel as torture, but I did.<br /> My mother was from a rich family in Seoul and my father was there on scholarship. She knew he didn't have a lot of money, but she loved him and left her family for him any way. They were the epitome of love for me growing up, and I was sure they'd be just in love today if a car crash hadn't stolen them from me years ago.<br /> I got my dark eyes, dark hair and Asian features from her.<br /> I liked money just as much as the next person, but I didn't use it as a driving force in life.<br /> As soon as that thought crossed my head, I felt like a hypocrite. I had married for money after all.<br /> When the steam in the bathroom felt suffocating, I got out wrapping one towel around my body, and another around my hair.<br /> My soul left my body when I opened the bathroom door, and found my new husband sitting on the edge of my bed.<br /> His eyes darkened when he looked up at me, but he remained unfazed at my half-undressed state.<br /> "You're late." He commented. "It's been forty-two minutes."<br /> I did not even remember he was going to come. It took me a moment to let go of my shock and glare at him. "Did nobody teach you how to knock before entering a woman's room?"<br /> "Technically, you're in my house. The room is mine."<br /> I rolled my eyes, holding the towel tight around me. "Would you have even entered the bathroom if it was unlocked?"<br /> Gabriel got up from the bed, unbuttoning the jacket of another crisp suit he had changed into. Conveniently ignoring what I asked, he placed a black card on the bed.<br /> "What is that?" I asked.<br /> "It's an Amex. No limit."<br /> I kept staring at him.<br /> He looked irritated. "It's for you."<br /> "I can take care of myself."<br /> I had married for money, yes, but so that his grandparents can cover the bill of my grandpa's cancer treatment. I didn't want anything from him, especially not the shiny black card with his name on it.<br /> "Can you buy a Chanel bag to gift my mother for the lunch we're supposed to have next week?"<br /> "She's your mother. You can buy it."<br /> "It's my money. Technically, I am buying it." He grumbled. "You're just the one choosing it."<br /> I ignored what he said the same way he had ignored me earlier. "If that's all, I would really like to change into something more appropriate than a towel."<br /> "You have a walk-in wardrobe, and you chose to get dressed in the room?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at the outfit placed on my bed. "Old habits die hard, I guess. Or in your case, poor habits."<br /> "Excuse me?" My voice was loud as I took a step towards him. "I have been nothing but kind to you since the moment I met you. I was forced into this arrangement just as much as you were and if you can't-"<br /> "Were you though?" He cut me off.<br /> "What?"<br /> "Were you forced into it, Sofia?"<br /> He was being a jerk. "You better believe I wasn't dying to marry a man I didn't know, let alone an arrogant prick like you!"<br /> "You really want to pretend you're sad about marrying into money?" He snickered. "A house bigger than you could ever dream? Housemaids at one call? Anything you could ever wish for, you can buy with this card."<br /> "You are unbelievable." I shook my head, wanting not to cry at the assumptions he'd made about me without taking the effort to know me even a little.<br /> "I'm also a millionaire," he clarified, "So use that card when you need something."<br /> "If there's nothing else you want to say, leave." I spat out.<br /> He looked at me with a hatred I had done nothing to deserve before saying, "This arrangement will last for six months."<br /> "What arrangement?"<br /> "Our marriage."<br /> There was a silent pause on my end. "Oh."<br /> "After six months, I will divorce you and pay you a hefty sum in alumni so you can live comfortably on my money for the rest of your life." Gabriel's voice was bitter and full of a hatred I had done nothing to earn. "You will use my card till then. You will carry my name with grace. You will live in my house and smile with me in public when necessary. But inside, you may do as you please."<br /> "And why would I do that for you?" I fumed. "I can live without your money, so why would I make public appearances with you or not go embarrass you in front of the world? I. Owe. You. Nothing."<br /> "You don't want to play this game with me, freckles." One corner of his lips raised into a lopsided smile, "You don't want to know how low I can stoop to get what I want."<br /> I gasped in disbelief. "Are you serious right now? Are you threatening me?"<br /> "I am simply stating facts. When I threaten you, you'd know."<br /> "Leave." I seethed.<br /> He stared at me.<br /> "LEAVE!" I couldn't care less if my voice echoed the hollow walls of his mansion and his staff heard us arguing.<br /> All I wanted was him away from me.<br /> "Six months." He repeated, and left without looking at me again.<br /> Once he was gone, I stared at the bland white walls of my new room and they stared back at me just as blankly. The moment he was gone, I crippled to me knees and let the tears and tiredness I had been holding back wash over me. My house might be just the size of the room allotted to me in this mansion, but it was at least a home.<br /> Unlike the beautiful golden cage I was trapped in for the next six months.<br /> <br /> Before the wedding, I had put a lot of thought into how my wedding night would be. I wondered if I would have to have intercourse with a man I hadn't known before that day, and in all the fear of that, I had forgotten staying alone in a huge room with nothing to do and no one to talk to as a possibility.<br /> I tossed and turned all night, barely getting any sleep.<br /> The next morning, I wore one of the outfits that someone had stocked in the wardrobe for me to use. Growing up poor, I never got to splurge on myself. Any money I could save would only go into covering my grandpa's treatments, and we still fell short most times.<br /> Wandering alone in that big house, I wished I could confide in her about the fake marriage I was stuck in.<br /> But there I was, eating breakfast meant to feed twenty alone in the dining room.<br /> Luna stared at me.<br /> "Have you eaten?" I asked her.<br /> "After you, Mrs. Whitlock."<br /> "Please call me Ms. Baker."<br /> "I'm afraid I can't do that, Mrs. Whitlock. Sir wouldn't like it."<br /> "I don't think Sir would know." I tell her, looking around. The house was huge, and the chances of running into the man that I wanted to actively try to avoid for the next six months was less. "Where even is he?"<br /> "He left home last night after talking to you, and he hasn't returned since."<br /> "Oh." I felt a pang in me. I knew our marriage was just for the sake of it, but I didn't expect him to sleep with another lady on the night of our wedding at least.<br /> "Sir works overnight all the time," Luna quickly added. "He has a lot of meetings with clients who live abroad and he functions on their time."<br /> "Luna, it's okay."<br /> "I'm sorry, Mrs. Whitlock."<br /> "Ms. Baker," I corrected her.<br /> "Ms. Baker." She nodded. "A parcel came for you earlier in the morning today though."<br /> I knit my eyebrows, leaving the food I did not have the appetite to eat as she disappeared for a moment to return with a box that I opened quickly to reveal a new phone inside. The latest model in my hand was a far stretch from the half broken one I had been using for the past five years, but I made it work since I couldn't afford a new phone despite juggling between two jobs and taking care of my grandpa.<br /> Until now, apparently.<br /> I unlocked the already set-up phone to see that there was no contact in it except one.<br /> 'Gabriel Whitlock.'<br /> *<br /> In the afternoon, his lawyer arrived with a perfectly drafted agreement like he'd said yesterday. I'd gone over it for an hour by myself before signing it.<br /> I was tempted not to, but also afraid of how low Gabriel's 'stooping low' really was.<br /> I did nothing that day. I wandered around the house and saw all the paintings like I was in an art gallery, I tinkered with my new phone for a while, I checked in on my grandfather who insisted he was enjoying every moment of being reunited with his old friends and asked me to not visit him but instead enjoy my 'newly wed bliss', and napped more than I was used to.<br /> In the evening, I mailed my resume to companies around me. I needed to get a new job since I left my old one when I moved three hours away to marry an imperious man, but I was confident I could get another one without using the Whitlock name.<br /> I was always at the top of my class even in college, and had over two years of experience working as a financial analyst at my previous company. I earned well, but cancer cost more. So even after working a full time job as their financial analyst, and then working part time as a waitress in an overnight diner, I still struggled to make ends meet. With no health insurance, we were considering taking a loan or putting out small house on mortgage when Gabriel's grandparents, who happened to be my grandpa's friends from school got in touch with him and again and offered to pay out his entire treatment with one simple condition: I had to marry their grandson. I was still convinced I could manage by myself and marrying a complete stranger was off the table but when my grandpa had to come out of retirement and take up a job for some extra cash, my heart broke looking at my sick grandfather work despite being in pain after treatments to unburden me. That is when I agreed to marry him: Gabriel Whitlock.<br /> I didn't know what they did to convince their grandson to marry a nobody like me or why he agreed, but by his anger towards me, I could guess he was forced into it too.<br /> I wanted to sympathise with him, because at least I got something out of this wedlock. It seemed like he got nothing except losing his freedom and the title of the hottest bachelor in front of the world. But at the same time, I knew he was no saint. He was an arrogant man, self-centred, and had implied that I was a gold digger.<br /> At night, I ate dinner by myself while the housemaids looked over me like I was a child. Or royalty.<br /> I didn't see Gabriel at all for the next few days, and being alone turned into a habit. I spent my time getting pally with Luna and the others, learning how to cook the more refined dishes, swimming, and even reading books.<br /> On the fourth night, I checked my mails. I'd heard back from three out of seven places I had applied to, including Wales.<br /> Wales was a multibillion company that manufactured and distributed skincare, a direct competitor of the Whitlock company. They'd called me for an interview two days later, but I didn't send in my confirmation yet. Even though there wasn't a formal clause in the agreement we had signed, Gabriel had explicitly mentioned for me to not go about humiliating him publicly, and I wondered if his wife joining a rival company would go down well with him.<br /> Probably not.<br /> His number remained in my cell, and I went back and forth on the idea of calling him. But it was a quarter past twelve, and I hadn't seen him in the house for days. A part of my heart felt tighter wondering if he was staying with someone else... another woman perhaps.<br /> Sleep wasn't easy that night, and I woke up early by myself the next morning, eating breakfast in haste. It was around nine-thirty in the morning when I sat alone in my room and like a nervous school girl, dialled Gabriel.<br /> The phone rang, and on the fifth ring, it was picked up.<br /> "Hello?"<br /> I left the breath I didn't know I was holding. This wasn't Gabriel's voice. "Gabriel?"<br /> "Mrs. Whitlock? This is Peter, his personal assistant."<br /> "This is Gabriel's number, right?" He was probably in a meeting or something.<br /> "No, ma'am. This is my work number. Gabe Sir did mention that he had given you my number to call if you need to reach him."<br /> The anger for him that had managed to dissipate in the past few days was back, and the urge to punch something was stronger than ever. "I need to go through you to get to him?"<br /> "I believe so," Peter's voice was small. "Can I pass your message to him?"<br /> "No. No message." I replied, and without giving him the chance to say whatever he was about to, I disconnected.<br /> Here I was wondering if he'd mind me going for a job interview.<br /> And there he was, not even considering me important enough to have his own number.<br /> He actually had the audacity to feed his assistant's number under his name.<br /> Fuming, I opened my laptop and confirmed my interview for the next morning, without caring that it was with his rival company.<br /> Gabriel Whitlock could rot in underworld after this. | LEARN_MORE | https://b.mylibapps.com/ad/bm92ZWxXb3JsZC8xNDQwMzU | 128522263674865 | Libb002 | https://facebook.com/61551403614101 | 43 | 1 | 950,691,859,607,178 | 2024-04-07 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | Libb002 | 120209448831390299 | b.mylibapps.com | NONE | video | https://b.mylibapps.com/ad/bm92ZWxXb3JsZC8xNDQwMzUvMjAyNDA0MDcxNzIxMzMvcGFnZQ==?adid={{ad.id}} | 2024-04-07 04:32 | https://scontent-lax3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436001681_3654149511502728_5691132509641324273_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=EcHz7yCY2CQAb6WGPa3&_nc_oc=AdjnCUUc4GvlFE6PRB2rKxk8fjhm4eeIXuAjzx1yEeSor0_F7lKBbGeojjum03yiWOY&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-1.xx&oh=00_AfC22TENWMTWDQFiMWCLHkGvy2lxM2PWTKlgleEa7fIIeA&oe=6618EE1E | person_profile | 0 | Libb002 | https://scontent-lax3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436241375_1828608954287493_9174948006765677745_n.jpg?_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Zl5GN3qacf8Ab5GAruJ&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-1.xx&oh=00_AfDvhoX83OkJFuJXssd8dNy_pUNte1EGvobny3hquwfqvw&oe=6618F397 | 0 | 3 | Libb002 | 0 | 0 | 2024-04-07 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-04-07 16:34 | active | 450 | 0 | 776663667437205 | 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 | "I can't believe Alpha Griffin got a weakling like her."<br /> Griff and I tried our best to ignore them and have a good time, but I could feel his anger growing steadily. His body was stiff and his eyebrows were furrowed.<br /> "Guess what?" I asked, looking at him. I didn't know him that much, but he was one of the nicest people I've met. I hated to see him so upset. It made me feel oddly sad. I rubbed circles onto his hand with my thumb. "What?" He responded.<br /> "I like you. You are a good human." I grinned a little. He chuckled and shook his head. "Thanks. I like you too."<br /> ******<br /> Sophia's P.O.V<br /> ------------------<br /> "Whoosh!" I giggled as I held my stuffie in my hand and waved it through the air, pretending it could fly.<br /> Sadly, I was interrupted just then. "No. Mr. Sheepie was just about to get his super hero cape." I mumbled before turning my attention to the person who had entered my room.<br /> "You have mail." My older brother threw the letter at me. I tilted my head to the side. I never got mail. "Thank you." I managed. My family scared me. They hated me.<br /> "Yeah, whatever." My brother, Daniel, turned and slammed my door on the way out. None of them liked me and they all shunned me for the most part. At least they let me be me and have all my little things.<br /> I picked up the letter from where it had fallen. I nearly dropped it when I read where it was from.<br /> The mating ball committee. AKA the evil villain in my fairy tale (along with most people). My hands shook as I ripped open the letter and read it. Sure enough, it was an invitation to the annual mating ball. Except I didn't have a choice. I was required to go.<br /> I always knew that I would have to face it, but I wasn't ready. I began to cry and scream, flailing my arms about and throwing a tantrum.<br /> My brother burst back in the room.<br /> "Sophia, would you get your whiny hip up and be quiet? Mom and Dad are gone and I have to put up with your annoying self. Why are you even throwing a tantrum?!" Daniel frustratingly asked.<br /> I sniffled and pointed at the letter in fear. "M-mating ball."<br /> "N-no... I forgot about that." His face went white.<br /> I tilted my head to the side again. "What wrong?" He left without another word.<br /> ............................<br /> "WE'LL BE THE LAUGHING STOCK OF ALL THE PACKS! NOBODY IS GOING TO WANT HER, ANYWAY! WHO WANTS THAT WEIRD BIMBO?!" My brother vented to my parents, explaining his anxiety and frustration. I listening from my hiding spot in the hall and tried not to cry.<br /> "I know, I know. But she has to go. If she doesn't, it'll raise suspicion." My father replied. He was our pack's alpha and, to him, image was everything.<br /> "I hope she gets a mate. Then she will be someone else's problem." My mother chimed in. I scrambled to my bedroom before I could hear anymore and began to cry.<br /> I held my stuffie tight to me and spent the rest of the night crying in my soft bed before finally falling asleep.<br /> Sophia's P.O.V<br /> ----------------------<br /> I brushed my teeth, did my skincare routine, and slipped on the dress. Today was the day. The mating ball. It had come too soon.<br /> I looked in the mirror at my reflection and frowned. Something was missing. Just then, I figured it out. "Sockies!" I giggled, skipping to my drawers to get my white ruffle socks. I slid into my pink shoes with tiny bows and smiled, satisfied. "Yay!" I clapped my hands excitedly. I may not enjoy the event, but at least I will look cute.<br /> I skipped to the bathroom and applied lipgloss and clipped a tiny silk bow into my hair. It was time to go. I exhaled. "You got this." I whispered to my reflection. I couldn't let my anxiety overwhelm me.<br /> I grabbed my small bear backpack and shoved my paci in it, as well as a stuffie. I slid it onto my back and ran to the living room. My mother was standing there, arms crossed and lips pursed. "There you are. It's about time. Let's go."<br /> I was surprised that she had even offered to drive me at all, but I guess she was hoping that I would get a mate and leave for good.<br /> I followed her into a slick cadillac and we began to drive off. I watched our house from the car window until it was nothing but a dot.<br /> ...................<br /> I woke up to my mother shaking me. "You lazy bimbo, get up!" She hissed at me, being careful to not let anyone else hear. We couldn't have someone hearing and spreading the story around. News like that would ruin our pack's reputation.<br /> I whimpered and yawned, slowly climbing out of the car. "I'm up. I sorry." I lowered my head and shut the door, waiting for her to lead the way. She didn't.<br /> "Go straight, turn left, and you'll see a big building. That's the place. Bye." She explained before getting in the car and driving off. I stared at the car speeding away, a look of misery on my face. I sighed and took my stuffie out of my bag. It was a sheep.<br /> "Hey, Mr. Sheepie. At least I have you." I snuggled him and began my journey. Luckily, the pathway was cement and not gravel, so I didn't have to worry about getting rocks in my shoes. I hummed to myself softly as I walked to the grand hotel, stuffie clutched to my chest.<br /> Everyone had spent the night at the hotel, since it was all rented out for everyone. But my parents wouldn't let me go, because they said that that would just give me more time to embarass myself. Tsk, whatever. Do they have a spectacular sheep stuffie? No. Therefor they were incompetent. I giggled at the thought, shaking my head at my silliness.<br /> ................................<br /> "Name?" The receptionist droned, her eyes glued to her computer.<br /> "Sophia Alvarez." I piped up with a smile. The lady stopped clicking her keyboard and looked up. Only, the moment she did, she was taken aback.<br /> "Uh.. Okay. R-rank?" She stammered. I belonged to a powerful pack, but I was about as strong as my stuffie. She could obviously tell- her expression said it all.<br /> "Beta." I replied. Ranks meant nothing to me. People were people. I didn't get it.<br /> She nodded slowly and went back to typing. "You're all ready to go, Sophia."<br /> "Thanks!" I slightly jumped, happy to be one step closer to the end of this stupid thing. "Oh, what time does the ball start?" I quickly asked. I didn't want to be late.<br /> The lady looked at the schedule and her eyes went wide. "2 minutes. You'd better hurry. Just follow the signs and you'll get there without a problem."<br /> I smiled gratefully and started on my way. Here goes nothing.<br /> Sophia's P.O.V<br /> --------------------<br /> I hesitated before opening the doors to the ballroom. I paused, anxious, but then shook the thoughts from my head. "Screw it." I muttered. I opened the elegant white doors and, after taking one look, shut it again. "Yuckie. Too many people." I grimaced and gripped Mr. Sheepie tighter in my arms and opened the door again, this time actually going in.<br /> Everyone was so stunning and all of the girls wore elegant dresses, making me feel nervous in my flowery pink dress. Most of the guys had already found their mates, but some of them were still roaming around, searching.<br /> Almost instantly, I heard people begin to talk about me.<br /> "Ugh, who let her in here?"<br /> "Is that someone's kid?"<br /> "Oh my gosh. She is holding a stuffed animal."<br /> I heard a few people stifling their laughter as they caught sight of me, but I ignored them, just trying to get through the awful event.<br /> Suddenly a whiff of caramel washed over me. Yum. "That must mean there is a dessert bar, right?" I excitedly exclaimed to myself. I speed walked towards the scent, but, instead of a dessert bar, I found a man.<br /> "Do you know where the dessert bar is?" I piped up, looking around.<br /> "Sorry to disappoint you, but there isn't a dessert bar. There is an actual spirits bar, though." He grinned, looking down at me. He was pretty tall but looked young.<br /> "There must be a dessert bar. I smell caramel. Dessert bar!" I pouted.<br /> "There really isn't a dessert bar, I promise you. I am pretty sure that I am your mate, though. Because I smell sweet to you and only my mate would be able to smell that. You smell like roasted marshmallows to me." The male laughed- it was a deep laugh that made his face light up. It was super cute and made me smile widely.<br /> "What?" He stopped laughing.<br /> "Nothing. Your laugh is just cute. That's all." I admitted, blushing slightly.<br /> "Understandable. I think you are absolutely adorable, if I must say so. I'm lucky to have such an adorable mate," He smiled and held his hand out. "I'm Alpha Griffin, but you can call me Griff." He winked.<br /> I couldn't take his hand- I was too shocked. "Wait, you're serious? I'm your mate and there isn't a dessert bar? And you're an alpha?!" I squeaked. I could tell Griff was trying to hold back laughter.<br /> "Yes. You're too cute. What's your name?" Griff was dressed in a white button down shirt and a satin black suit. Snazzy.<br /> "Sophia."<br /> "Well, Sophia, would you care to dance?" He held his hand out once again. I felt shivers run down my spine as he said my name and I shyly nodded. "Lemme put Mr. Sheepie up first."<br /> "Mr. Sheepie is almost as cute as you. He seems very fluffy." He said in a serious tone, looking at my stuffie. I giggled and put him in my bag, zipping it up. "Mr. Sheepie says thank you."<br /> "He is very welcome. Now, shall we?" He pretended to bow and I took his hand with a smile. "Yes!"<br /> As we glided along the dance floor, people's shocked and disgusted whispers followed us.<br /> "He is with her?"<br /> "He must be toying with her."<br /> "I can't believe Alpha Griffin got a weakling like her."<br /> Griff and I tried our best to ignore them and have a good time, but I could feel his anger growing steadily. His body was stiff and his eyebrows were furrowed.<br /> "Guess what?" I asked, looking at him. I didn't know him that much, but he was one of the nicest people I've met. I hated to see him so upset. It made me feel oddly sad. I rubbed circles onto his hand with my thumb. "What?" He responded.<br /> "I like you. You are a good human." I grinned a little. He chuckled and shook his head. "Thanks. I like you too."<br /> Sophia's P.O.V<br /> --------------------------<br /> We had been dancing for about 30 minutes and I was already feeling exhausted. "You wanna leave?" I whispered to Griffin.<br /> "I was just about to ask you that question. Come on." He smiled cheekily and turned, still holding my hand, leading us out of the ballroom. I giggled and skipped behind him, eager to leave the crowded place.<br /> As we were weaving our way through the crowd, a stunning girl with fiery red hair stopped us. She fluttered her eyelashes at Griffin and spoke with an innocent tone. "Excuse me Alpha Griffin, but I just wanted to ask you, are you and this... girl mates?"<br /> Before he could answer, I tightened my hold on his hand and held it up for her to see. "Yup! And guess what? You're not his mate! So shoo!" I giggled and pushed past her with Griffin in tow.<br /> "You're so cute." I heard him tell me from behind.<br /> I smiled shyly, not saying anything more.<br /> We were outside of the grand building. Griffin looked down at his feet and fidgeted with his hands nervously. "Do you want to come with me to my pack? Permanently, I mean. It's no rush, but we have to do it eventually."<br /> "Honestly, I'd prefer that. My pack is full of meanies," I pouted. "but can we stop by my pack first? I need my stuff."<br /> "I'm sorry, love. But yeah, we can drop by. I won't hurt you, I promise." He smiled, and I couldn't help thinking that this was way too good to be reality. This was so much more different than what I was used to.<br /> "Thank you." I hoped he would keep his promise.<br /> "Anytime." He squeezed my hand and my heart filled with glee. I could feel my wolf, Thalia, jump around excitedly and I smiled. Maybe this time things would be different.<br /> Griff took out his phone and dialed a number. Several minutes later, a shiny black Jeep drove up in front of us. "I like to keep things practical. Now come on, princess. We're going on an adventure." He picked me up bridal style and carried my giggling self over to the sturdy car.<br /> "Yay!" I exclaimed, ready for the changes ahead of me.<br /> SOPHIA'S P.O.V<br /> -----------------------------<br /> "Bumpity Bumpity Bump!" I narrated our drive as we drove over the gravel road. Griffin chuckled from the seat next to me and pulled me closer to him- well, as long as the seat belt let him, at least. "You are absolutely adorable."<br /> I shot him a goofy face, which consisted of me scrunching up my face and raising one of my eyebrows. He smiled once more before sticking his tongue out at me and crossing his eyes, making me laugh.<br /> ......................<br /> I looked out of the window in dread. Another place I don't like. My pack house. It seemed I was always trapped somewhere I didn't want to be- the mating ball filled with judgmental people and my pack which was filled with even MORE judgmental people. "Yuckie!" I exclaimed, making a disgusted look at my pack house.<br /> "Come on angel. I'm here. I won't leave you." Griffin quickly opened his car door and rushed to my side to open mine for me. He knelt down to my level and took my tiny hands in his large ones. "You can leave your stuff in the car. We're going home after this. An actual home, not just a house." He smiled sadly.<br /> I knew exactly what he meant. 'Home' meant some place/person/thing that makes you feel safe. That makes you feel alive. That wakes your soul up and charges it with joy.<br /> A house was just a place for shelter.<br /> "I think I have found a home, already. I hope." I pointed to him and smiled softly, silently wishing that my words would come true.<br /> "I would love to be your home. You shall be mine as well, and I shall cherish you throughout. But, we can take our time. There is no rush. Now, let us go face the dragon, almighty princess!" Griffin said in a deep voice and picked me up bridal style.<br /> "Off we go, fair knight!" 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