Thea's Point of View

The heat of the sun and the breeze from the airplane greeted me as I strained to come down. Passengers descended one by one, and it got difficult for me to even pull my suitcase after that. Everyone had no idea I had arrived, and no one knew the plane I was on had landed because I had severed my relations with my family and friends a long time ago.

"M-mom-my," my son called me as I smiled because the words were difficult for him to pronounce. He was one year and three months old, but he walked smoothly and straight.

I clutched his little hand with my left hand and the suitcase in the other. When I looked outside, I saw balloons with the faces of various cartoon characters like SpongeBob, Mickey Mouse, and other characters that he often watched on Television.

"Do you like that?" I asked as I lifted and carried him in my arms even though my hands were already numb. I should have scheduled someone to pick us up since Cray was heavy. He was not like he used to be when all I had to do was give him milk and he would stop crying.

He nodded, so we strolled up to the balloons. It had been two years since I'd been away from New York after what happened between me and Craig. It had also been two years since I learnt I have a child in my womb.

We approached the balloon vendor, and I purchased the balloons he requested. After he received it, he chuckled so loudly, and I couldn’t help but gape at his face. He got everything from Craig, from his blue eyes to his skin to the way he smiles. I couldn't quit thinking about my ex-husband because he had left a mark on my heart for the past two years. I did nothing but wait for him to compensate during those years, even though I knew he would not look for us.

Even though he had not apologized, I had forgiven him.

We were about to hail for a taxi when a car suddenly stopped in front of us. Two guards jumped out and snatched my suitcase and planned to take Cray. Nevertheless, I hastily dodged him at the man and gave them a disturbing look.

‘I haven't scheduled someone to pick us up, so who are they?’ I thought then turned at the guards.

"Who the hell are you?" I gripped Cray hard and glanced at each of them one by one. Because of the size of their bodies and the fact that they were wearing sunglasses, they appeared to be gangsters. They didn't say anything and just opened the door and waited for us to get in.

"Take out my suitcase," I ordered firmly, but they didn't budge, and the car door remained open. After a while, I realized I had no choice except to find out who ordered it.

When I got into the vehicle, a familiar fragrance enveloped my nostrils. I gripped Cray firmly since I recognized the man who had ordered to pick us. ‘How did he know I was back home? I didn't notify anyone and even my best friend had no idea I was coming home.’

Even though I had always wanted to see him, I couldn't bring myself to approve of the racing horses and the butterflies that were playing on my stomach. I was not sure if I was prepared. I looked at Cray, who was looking at me intently, he even got the way his father looked at me… in the past.

When the car stopped, I saw a building that differed from his design development. It has expanded in size, and the logo has altered.

My embrace with Cray tightened as the guard pressed the button floor.

When the elevator buzzer sounded, it was as though my heart stopped beating. The guards left us and went down. The office was massive. That was better than my previous visit here.

As we walked to the desk, my heart stopped beating, and I took a deep breath because of the man sitting in the swivel chair while his back turned to us. As I was stunned, his deep voice echoed in my ears, “It has been years, mi amor. I have been waiting for your return, so so long.”

‘Am I ready to face him again? Or will the past haunt me?’

Thea’s Point of View

My life was a total mess right now. Today was the day of my wedding, which ought to be the finest day of my life—However, I was waiting here in the church to walk down the aisle. To marry a man I didn't even know.

The guests who were in close proximity to me were smiling and making odd wishes for me. God! None of them were people I know at all. There was nothing I could call it rather than the absurdity of this.

I came out of a coma brought on by an accident ten days ago. All my memories were lost. I feel as though someone just snapped their fingers in my face, then BAM! I had no idea what was happening anymore. I couldn't even tie my shoes, and here I was in this scene. To add more to this unending unfortunate, an explosion at a chemical facility took the lives of my parents. I didn't know who did that to them, or it might have been an accident entirely. What sort of impressions did they make on me? Whom should I be on guard against? Because of what happened in my life, I could claim that my existence was a whole curse.

I made my way down the red carpet to the navy groom's suit-clad man who was waiting for me. Now that I was in this position, I found myself longing for the loud debates my parents used to have on the drive home from work every night. Even though the only memories I had of them were of their disagreements, I still mourn them. I once had a dream that I would accompany my father as he introduced me to the man I would spend the rest of my life with. However, this was no longer a possibility.

The man extended his hands to me as an invitation, but the veil hid my face. I couldn't help but notice how dashing the man appeared as I glanced into his blue eyes and continued to observe. A navy suit, a beard, and boutonniere embellishments on his chest complete an elegant-looking hairstyle that was both trendy and timeless.

When I placed my hand on his palm, he helped me forward and we knelt at the church's altar. The priest began the ceremony before asking the man sitting next to me questions.

“Do you, Craig Holden, take Timothea Curtis to be your wedded wife, to cherish in love and friendship, in strength and weakness, in success and disappointment, to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?”

He first looked at me deeply with his blue eyes before answering, “I do.”

Priest then questioned me. I noticed the collective hush and the anxious glances of Mason, my step-brother and his mom, aunt Joana.

“I-I do.” I was unconscious as large teardrops fell on the ground.

“Okay repeat after me,” continued Father, “I, Craig/Timothea, take you, Timothea/Craig, to be my lawfully wedded husband/wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”

“And now, by the power vested in me by God, it is my honor and delight to declare you married. Go forth and live each day to the fullest. You may seal this declaration with a kiss.”

My veil was raised by Craig, who then delicately pushed his soft lips on mine as I shut my eyes.

“I am so pleased to present the newlyweds, Craig Holden and Timothea Curtis Holden!”

Everyone clapped and gave their congratulations and in spite of the fact that we were now husband and wife, I was still perplexed as to why I felt driven to marry this billionaire whom I had never met before.

How exactly did events play out in my life?

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“Thea! Are you happy that you are married now?” My aunt Joana Gordon and my step-brother Mason came up to me and swiftly greeted me.

I just tried to put a smile on my face because, even though I don’t like to acknowledge it, I still have some bitterness against them despite my best efforts. They were one of the reasons I was forced to marry Craig.

“Don’t be depressed because your memory will return.” Aunt Joana stroked my hair, and then both of them turned to gaze at Craig, who was behind me.

When I woke up from my comatose state, I found out that the car I was driving had had an accident. But it wasn’t the only thing that took me by surprise; the thing that made me the most apprehensive was when Aunti Joana informed me that I would be forced into marriage with Craig. The people around me told me that Craig and I had been in a relationship for a long time, but I couldn’t recall, since I was suffering from memory loss.

When I expressed my reluctance to marry, they assured me that if I married him, he would revive the company that my parents had entrusted me with. They also briefed me that my mother and father had passed away.

Do you know what the funny thing is?

Auntie Joana was my father’s mistress and their son was Mason.

I didn’t say anything else, I would have gone back and greeted the rest of our visitors, but before I could walk away, I felt a warm breath in my ear and an arm wrapped tightly around my waist.

“Do you feel tired?”

My body tensed, but I was unable to speak due to the large number of people who were observing us. I’m not sure when I’ll be ready to get acclimated to the way things are done here. When I turned around to face Mason and Joana, their lips were just slightly lifted.

As soon as I didn’t respond, he murmured in my ear once again.

“If you’re sleepy, we can go home to our new house and I’ll give you something.” If his voice could still be heard earlier, it is now almost impossible for others to hear him, since the steam of his tongue has penetrated my earlobe and curdled there.

Thea’s Point of view

I had a dry throat, yet I was still swallowing the saliva that had pooled there. I gave a hesitant nod, and we turned back without telling anybody what we were doing.

Because our wedding venue was on the beach, the two of us were still wearing the marriage outfit.

There was a lot of silence between the two of us while we were in the vehicle, and it seemed as if there was some suspense. And I feel like a rope is connecting us.

As soon as he parked his car in the garage, I was greeted by the warmth of his kisses on my lips. His tongue soon invaded my mouth, and he engaged in a battle of the tongues with me.

“Ngh… Mmmhh.”

Because of his seductive kisses, I was completely ignorant of the fact that we had just gotten out of the car. All I knew was that he picked me up as we walked toward the door.

While I am clutching his neck, he does not take his lips away from my neck.

Because my gown is so hefty, it’s possible that my weight is already overweight.

*clack*

Soon as the door opened and we walked inside it, he began to lower me while standing behind me.

In an instant, he ripped my wedding dress off my body till it was on the floor, then groped my chest. I didn’t make a move and rather let him lick the back of my neck till he was satisfied.

When he poked my nipples, he also bit the top of my ear and muttered once more into it. “Your nipples are extremely hard. It could cut some glass.”

“I-I’m just cold.” When I lied to him, I bit my tongue so that no more grunts could escape.

“Alright. I’ll make you feel warm.” He licked my nape again and pinched my nipples. “Your boobs dangle erotically.”

When I felt the huge and thick stick hitting me in the back, I turned to face him.

When he began rubbing it on my back, my body became utterly motionless.

“Stop humping my ass …”

“But I’m certain that if I do this, your coldness will be gone.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed himself even harder.

I bit my lower lip and didn’t answer. Just as I was about to let go of his tight embrace around my waist, I heard his zipper come down.

Because it was just the two of us, we could hear our every breath.

In the process of stripping down to my underwear, I felt his raw cock thrusting between my legs.

“Open your legs. I don’t want to take you by surprise, so I won’t put it in your hole right away. Let me borrow your legs.”

I stopped complaining and just followed his orders. The moment his soldier slipped between my legs, he promptly closed them and then took both of my hips in his hands

“Your hole’s wetness is dripping in your legs so I can grind it without any lotion.”

“Ah …” I covered my mouth.

I covered my mouth.

What is this sensation?

“Come on, baby. Close your legs tighter and you can shut your eyes too, so it will feel like we are really doing it.”

I feel his hardness striking my clitoris with each push he gives me.

“Haaah … Ughh.” He is rubbing in a good spot and electricity is running through my body.

“You are making a lot of noise now. Does it make you feel insane?” He kissed me when I moved my face towards him. “I’m delighted that I married you and claim you as my own.”

“Mmhh.”

As we were touching, he stepped away from me and withdrew his cock into the middle of my legs, and I could see his annoyed face.

“I don’t want to spend any of my sperm on something as pointless as this. My cock got dirty with your pussy juice. Aren’t you going to clean it?”