Pearl's POV :

His Highness, I mean Ryan Anderson wants me to act with him like I am so happy with this marriage which BTW am not. But what he wants will never happen. I won't ever act. What he thinks of me? Oh, how can I forget? He thinks I am a whore. OK, now this whore will show you how many types of bitch there can be. Just wait.

I looked at myself at the mirror of the attached bathroom of our bedroom. Our bedroom? Sounds so pathetic. The girl staring at me can be anyone but me. Her eyes are red and swollen, hairs are messy and her nose has gone scarlet. What a day it was for you poor girl!

Enough of acting like a weak, pathetic girl. I can do better than this. I have to sort all my shits and be strong. Its showtime baby.

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Ryan's POV:

I know what I told her was really rude. But she deserved this. What did she think? I won't find out that she was kissing someone before our marriage? I'm not that stupid. I found out it seeing her swollen lips.

You can say that lips can be swollen for many reasons but lemme tell you I am hell lot more experienced to know what kind of swollen it was.

She couldn't wait to do that some other time? She had to do it just before our marriage? Awesome! Don't know what else she did. Even thinking about it creeps me out. There is no other word but whore is perfect for her.

And on top of it, she acts like the perfect angel there ever can be. That whore.

She got me all riled up. I need to calm down and only one person can relax me in this situation, Natalie.

"Hello, I am coming over. Will that be a problem?" I asked her through my phone.

"No, how can it be a problem, silly? Come, I am already missing you here." My angel replied with a melodical voice.

"I will be there in ten." Saying that I hang up.

I will be celebrating my nuptial night the way other does but the only difference will be that I will spend the night with my girlfriend, not my wife.

Pearl's POV:

I felt something warm on my cheek as I woke up from my sleep but didn't feel like to open my eyes. Why do we have to wake up early in the morning? Can't we wake up at noon or evening? I guess not.

I opened my eyes slightly only to find that the window is open and sun rays are coming through it. It would be a beautiful scene if it was in some movie. But believe me on this, it is really irritating. Why do the sun rise from east? I could've got some more sleep. Even God doesn't like me. Oh, please somebody cut me some slack off.

I grabbed my phone to see what time is it. It is only 8 in the morning. There is no sign of Ryan being in this room. But there is a message from him on my phone.

Ryan: Be ready before 11. We are going on our honeymoon.

Honeymoon? Is he kidding me? Where did he find the guts to tell me what to do or not? I'm not going anywhere with him. I have to go somewhere so that he can't find me.

But the million dollar question is, where?

I can't go to Papa's. My friends are out of question, same goes to my siblings and cousins. He knows Khalil. Then where?

I will decide that later, first I have to get out of here.

I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of skinny denim along with a floral top. For footwear I wore my sneakers. I completed my look by tying my hairs in high ponytail, a little bit of mascara, eyeliner and pink lip gloss. I grabbed my Porsche's keys, phone and purse. I quickly packed my backpack with some casual clothes, under wears and other necessary things as I will be gone for two-three days. Now, I am ready to leave this penthouse.

Enjoy your surprise, Ryan Anderson.

Ryan's POV:

"Tony, ask Pearl to come out. We are leaving." I asked my main servant, Tony, reaching the penthouse.

"Sir, she is not here." He replied looking down.

"What do you mean by she isn't here?" I snapped at him. "When will she comeback? Did she told you before leaving?"

'S-sir, ma'am d-didn't told me a-anything but-" He stuttered and stopped without completing.

"But?" I cocked my brows up.

"T-there was a b-backpack with her."

I started pulling my perfectly gelled hair being totally frustrated.

"When did she went out?"

"Around 9 am."

"Hmm. You can go now."

I sat down on the couch. Knowing her she won't go anywhere where I can find her, or would she? Did she went to her or my father to complain about me? What if she didn't? How can I ask them without making them curious?

Oh god, this girl.

Once I get my hand on her, I will show her that what you get after messing with an Anderson.

Pearl's POV:

I am roaming around the New York city for two hours now, still not finding a place to go. I suddenly realized that I have no place to go where he can't find me. That left me with one choice. I have to go to a small hotel. Cause if I go to a five star then he can easily track me down. I am so clever, right? I know, I know, you don't have to tell me.

There is no way I am going back to his place without teaching him a proper lesson.

I began to look around as much as I can while driving my car to find a hotel. After a few minutes, a signboard caught my attention.

"The Nightingale Motel"

I parked my car in front of it. I think it is going to be my home for a few days. Don't you think so?

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Ryan's POV:

It has been five hours since I sat here, in my bedroom not able to decide what to do. I have tried several times to get her through her phone, but the line is dead. But I know I can't simply sit here and hope that she will come back by herself.

Is she stupid? Doesn't she know what will happen if the paparazzi get a hold of this?

I have to go out and meet my personal detective, Davis Thompson. I think he can help me with this.

I took out my phone and called him at the same time I grabbed my Audi's key.

"Hello, Mr. Anderson." He said as he received my call after the second beep.

"Hello. I need a help." Talking to him I started to walk to my garage.

"Tell me, how can I help you?"

"You have to find someone without letting her know."

"Who?" I can feel that his brows are now furrowed in confusion.

"Pearl. She-" I didn't complete as something about the garage caught my attention.

"She?"

"Scratch that. I am giving you the number of a car. Find it soon and call me. Note it down the number is ******"

"OK, I will let you know about it soon enough. Bye."

"Bye." I hanged up.

I thought you are much clever than that. Really Pearl? You took your car with you? Even a crazy person can do better than that. Oh, am not complaining. You just made it easier for me to find you. Stupid girl.

With these thoughts my lips formed in a smirk.

Pearl's POV:

I threw my backpack on the bed as soon as I entered the room I had booked.

"Room, sweet room." I exhaled, taking a look of the interior. It's the half of my bedroom and less attractive. But this will do for the next few hours or at the most one day if he is clever enough.

Thinking why? Oh, come on, I hope you don't think that I am a big fool to bring my car with me when I am trying to hide.

Yeah, got it right. I brought it with me to give him something to find me. I know I have to go back but I can't do that on my own. I have reputation to keep.

By doing this, he can find me with much effort and he have to kiss my ass to take me back with him.

I am so smart, aren't I?

Now I can relax for the rest of the time. If I'm not wrong, I will be having my supper at his house. For lunch, I can hit the McDonald.

What? Can't the rich have local fast food? Nonsense.

I will be waiting for you, Mr. Ryan Anderson.

Ryan's POV:

"Mr. Anderson, good news. I have found the car. It is parked in front of a motel called "the Nightingale's motel" and here is the address." Davis informed me as he handed me a piece of paper with a address written on it.

"Thanks, Davis. Here is your check." I said giving him his payment.

"That was my job, Mr. Anderson. I will take your leave then."

I nodded in reply.

I found you spoiled brat. I will teach you a lesson for pulling this act as soon as I get the chance. That is my promise to you.

I reached the said address half an hour later. I entered the motel and went to the reception to know if she is here. She should be here, cause I saw her car in the parking lot.

"Is someone called Pearl Anderson is here?" I asked the receptionist.

She looked at me and blinked her eyes. Surely she is awestruck by my looks but she didn't looked like the flirty types.

"Uh. I can't give you any information of our guests, Sir." She said politely.

"She is my wife." I said desperately. I must say it feels good to call her my wife.

Ryan, what is this? Stop being ridiculous. It doesn't feel good or anything.

"Still, I can't give you any information. I am sorry."

I sighed feeling helpless. "Can you call her and tell her that her husband is looking for her?"

I don't think Pearl will want to see me if she knows it is me. But I have no other way but forcing. I have to take this chance.

I hope she won't create a scene here and will meet me without any drama.

But knowing Pearl, she can't live without dramas.

Miss drama Queen.

Pearl's POV:

The telephone kept on the bedside table started to ring. I reached for it to know what they want to tell me. Its not like I can't guess.

"Yes?" I said promptly, receiving the call.

"Ma'am, someone called Ryan Anderson is looking for you. He said he is your husband. Should I give him your room number or any kind of information?" The lady who called said to me.

"Can you give me his description?" I said in order to make the conversation long and make him wait more.

"Umm... He is what we call Greek God, his height is more than six feet, dark brown hair, emerald green eyes and he is wearing a dark blue suit which will cost more than my two months salary." She replied with a little bit stuttering, I can tell that she is nervous.

What to say? Ryan have that affect on women.

"Oh, I think he is telling the truth. Send him to my room. If we don't come out the room in ten minutes, call the police. You don't know I have so many crazy admirers." I said dramatically.

"Huh? Sure ma'am. Take care." Her voice was full with concern.

"Thanks." I said hanging up.

I think I will have late lunch at his home not supper. He is fast.

I am really impressed. Well done Ryan Anderson or whoever worked for you.

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Pearl's POV:

I looked or should I say glared at the man standing and growling in front of me. No need to guess who is it. Cause it is obviously my loving husband. You can note the sarcasm here if you feel like to.

"Why did you pulled that stunt?" Ryan literally yelled at me.

"Which stunt? Last time I checked I was a fashion designer not a stuntman. Oh sorry not a stuntwoman." I gave him the best evil smirk I could manage.

"Just shut up. Why did you ran away?"

I didn't gave him any reply.

"Why you aren't talking? Answer me." His face was red because he felt so shy to talk with me. OK I'm kidding. It was red because he was beyond angry.

He was answered with my silence.

"Cat caught your tongue or what?"

I looked at anywhere but him.

He cupped my face roughly and looked at my eyes making me gasp. We were so close that if anyone of us moved even slightly our lips will touch. Thinking why will that happen if he is taller than me by 6-7 inches? Cause he lowered his head and I was looking upward guys. You will say it's so cliché. Believe me you don't have to, I know better.

"Giving me the cold shoulder?" He whispered and I nod in a no as his sudden change of tone caught me surprised.

"Then why you aren't answering any of my questions?"

"You told me to shut up." I pouted.

"Oh I was just angry that time and you were talking bullshit." He said caressing my cheek with his thumbs. A shiver ran through my spine. The butterflies in my stomach went wild and my eyes widened.

But as soon as I heard his last word, I frowned. I was speaking bullshit? I suddenly noticed our position and moved back from him and he found his watch very interesting.

Talking of awkward.

"Don't ever touch me." I tried to say sternly. Keyword- tried. Because I wasn't still over the situation we're in a few seconds back.

He looked nervous but it didn't last long as his lips formed in a smirk. "Oh, is that so? You're clearly enjoying that."

"I wasn't." I denied but I know he didn't believe me as I can feel all blood of my body gathering on my cheeks.

See? Even my body doesn't like me. Such a betrayer. Huh.

"You know you're Darling." He said the last part mockingly. "Now let's go. I don't have time to listen to your stupid talk."

I frowned at him. "Am not going anywhere with you."

"Listen here Pearl, you already wasted much of my precious time. I don't know how long I can remain calm. So don't test my patience." Saying that he closed his eyes for a moment, probably to control his anger.

Huh, like I care.

"You listen to me, I don't think I will ever forgive you for what you said to me last night. Even if I did I won't forget the words you said to me. So, I can't go with you, my self respect won't let me when I know you don't have even an ounce of respect for me." I looked at straight into his eyes confidently.

"Respect? Are you kidding me? You are such a-" He started to say but was interrupted by me.

"Don't you dare to complete that." I growled like a wolf.

"So you know what you are? No wonder I said that to you. You're really a-" He couldn't complete the sentence again but this time that happened because I slapped him.

Yeah, I slapped him. I couldn't tolerate that word again.

He rubbed the cheek on which I slapped. I know I couldn't hurt him physically but his ego was deeply hurt.

"You little-" Again he was interrupted cause the room's phone rang.

I went near it and received the call. "Hello."

"Ma'am are you OK? Should I call the police as you said?" A very concerned voice came through the phone.

"No need to bother." I said as calmly as I could and eyed him and saw he is trying to calm down. "The person here is actually my husband. You don't have to call the police."

"OK ma'am. Take care. Call us if you need anything." The lady whose name I still don't know said.

"Sure. Thanks." I said hanging up.

"You said them to call the police?" He yelled at me.

"Yes, I did." I said nonchalantly.

"Why?"

"That's none of your concern. Now get out of my room before I tell them to call the police." I averted my eyes from him and took out a nail polish from my bag.

"Who do you think you are? Who gave you the right to slap me? Do you know what can I do to you?" He looked like he is about to jump on me to rip me apart.

"Who gave you the right to call me names? And even you know if you lay a finger on me you will be facing your worst nightmare." I said back, smirking.

"I know. You will go to your dad to complain. Such a pussy.' He scoffed.

"I will. But not to my dad but yours." His eyes widened at my words.

"You won't dare."

"Try me." I sing sang. "What happened to our brave Ryan? Scared of daddy ?"

"Pearl just stop. This is between you and me. No need to pull family in this." He said calmly but nervousness was clear on him.

I placed the nail polish on the table beside me and walked to him. "This is not between you and me. I had nothing to do about your life. You pulled me in this because you wanted your CEO position so much that you didn't think twice before making my life hell."

"You were the reason behind this. You and your family manipulated my dad and he made me marry you." He said frustratedly.

"I and my family didn't manipulate your father. Why were you silent all those time when we were engaged? As long as I can remember we were engaged for more than 15 years. You could've told me. I would've talk to both of our families if you didn't have the guts to do so." I said poking his chest.

"I couldn't. I would've lost everything, my family, my property everything." He hold my hands with his but not roughly.

"You wouldn't. If I said I don't want to marry you then they could do nothing. It was my choice." I said pulling out my hands from his grasp.

"My dad would've doubted." He rubbed his face with both of his hand.

"Are you hearing yourself? You're just impossible." I gritted my teeth.

"I know it sounds pathetic but I had no other way." He let out a frustrated breath.

"You had but you didn't try them. I wish you did, we both would've been in a better position." I moved away from him and sat on my bed.

"I fucked up real bad, hmm?" He said running his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah, you did." I smiled sarcastically.

"Please, let's go home." He said kneeling down in front of me.

"That's not my home, Ryan." I said sadly and closed my eyes.

"That is. You are my wife, Pearl and my home is your home." He said softly rubbing his thumb on my hand.

His words touched my heart but I know better than taking his words seriously.

"I won't be your wife for too long. After some time we will be back to the place we were. But I don't think my life will be the same. May be I will lose him by that time." A lone tear rolled down my cheek.

"Who?" Ryan frowned.

"Nathan."

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