Forbidden Love
Beginning. (1st Chapter)
…Three Months Earlier…
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Evelyn’s POV:
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“You have to accept. There is no other solution for our situation, Evelyn. (She takes a sip from her glass, then proceeds) My last four marriages worked like a charm, and I’m sure that I have taught you well enough on how the procedure goes. Desmond will give you all of what you need, and once he passes away; everything he owns will go to your pocket. We both don’t have a job, but we are aristocratic figures in society. In order to maintain our level, you must get married to him.” I nod in silence, even though my soul is crashing like bricks of ice.
“Mom, I just want you to know. If I’m going to accept his proposal, then it’s for the sake of maintaining our social class. I’m not going to love him, but I will respect his wishes.” She pats my hand, while I adjust my lying position on the pool chair. “I’m not asking for you to love the old man. All you need to do is be patient, until he departs. Then and only then you will be free, and rich if I may add.”
I turn my face to look at my birth mother, understanding her words to the smallest details. “You can call him and invite him over, tonight. (I sigh, maintaining my calm tone) Let’s just get this over with.” My mother’s smile creeps out on her thin lips, portraying the minimal wrinkles on her nose bridge. “That’s my girl.” She scoots over to hug me, while I push my grin out. I am not happy with this, but its my duty to repay my mother’s years of raising me in a fancy lifestyle.
I don’t recall any moment with my biological father, since I never got the chance to meet him. He had passed away when I was an infant, and all I got was different father figures in my mother’s life. My mother told me about our history, once; we were one of the richest families in England. But since my father died, my mother chose to keep our image in the same frame. She succeeded with that, by marrying four men, each of them were older than she was back then.
With each man’s departure, my mother and I would gain their fortunes and success. I was homeschooled under a highly-paid crew of teachers, but I have never got the chance to pursue my college years. I, unlike any ordinary girl at the age of twenty, have never witnessed the feeling of a boyfriend. I have never had the chance to know what a ‘crush’ meant.
I was raised to become a lady of society, instead of being a girl discovering her own life. But I could never blame my mother, because this is how much she knows; and this is what she could only teach me. It was my only dream to live on my own, exploring the average life of females in my age. My mother has found a suitable man for me to be wedded to. His name is Desmond Charles Styles, owner of the biggest law firms in England. Even the flaming fires could never be able to burn his wealth; he was that rich.
My only fear is that he is thirty years older than I am. How would I be able to connect with a man this old? Only god knows what awaits for me in the role of being his wife. The only positive angle out of all of this, is what I will be able to inherit from him. All I must do is be respective, understanding, and patient through our future life as husband and wife. If only I had the choice to leave, to just breathe the oxygen I choose.
In this world, money is the only thing that could turn cement rocks into gold. Money is able to crown a poor person as a king. Money is what both my mother and I need to maintain our level. I can’t possibly imagine how our lives would be without our fancy clothes, cars, and house. Why is that so? Because I was never able to witness the feeling of being average. This feeling is also a wish, which I could never encounter. Not all dreams come true…
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Evelyn’s POV:
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“You have to accept. There is no other solution for our situation, Evelyn. (She takes a sip from her glass, then proceeds) My last four marriages worked like a charm, and I’m sure that I have taught you well enough on how the procedure goes. Desmond will give you all of what you need, and once he passes away; everything he owns will go to your pocket. We both don’t have a job, but we are aristocratic figures in society. In order to maintain our level, you must get married to him.” I nod in silence, even though my soul is crashing like bricks of ice.
“Mom, I just want you to know. If I’m going to accept his proposal, then it’s for the sake of maintaining our social class. I’m not going to love him, but I will respect his wishes.” She pats my hand, while I adjust my lying position on the pool chair. “I’m not asking for you to love the old man. All you need to do is be patient, until he departs. Then and only then you will be free, and rich if I may add.”
I turn my face to look at my birth mother, understanding her words to the smallest details. “You can call him and invite him over, tonight. (I sigh, maintaining my calm tone) Let’s just get this over with.” My mother’s smile creeps out on her thin lips, portraying the minimal wrinkles on her nose bridge. “That’s my girl.” She scoots over to hug me, while I push my grin out. I am not happy with this, but its my duty to repay my mother’s years of raising me in a fancy lifestyle.
I don’t recall any moment with my biological father, since I never got the chance to meet him. He had passed away when I was an infant, and all I got was different father figures in my mother’s life. My mother told me about our history, once; we were one of the richest families in England. But since my father died, my mother chose to keep our image in the same frame. She succeeded with that, by marrying four men, each of them were older than she was back then.
With each man’s departure, my mother and I would gain their fortunes and success. I was homeschooled under a highly-paid crew of teachers, but I have never got the chance to pursue my college years. I, unlike any ordinary girl at the age of twenty, have never witnessed the feeling of a boyfriend. I have never had the chance to know what a ‘crush’ meant.
I was raised to become a lady of society, instead of being a girl discovering her own life. But I could never blame my mother, because this is how much she knows; and this is what she could only teach me. It was my only dream to live on my own, exploring the average life of females in my age. My mother has found a suitable man for me to be wedded to. His name is Desmond Charles Styles, owner of the biggest law firms in England. Even the flaming fires could never be able to burn his wealth; he was that rich.
My only fear is that he is thirty years older than I am. How would I be able to connect with a man this old? Only god knows what awaits for me in the role of being his wife. The only positive angle out of all of this, is what I will be able to inherit from him. All I must do is be respective, understanding, and patient through our future life as husband and wife. If only I had the choice to leave, to just breathe the oxygen I choose.
In this world, money is the only thing that could turn cement rocks into gold. Money is able to crown a poor person as a king. Money is what both my mother and I need to maintain our level. I can’t possibly imagine how our lives would be without our fancy clothes, cars, and house. Why is that so? Because I was never able to witness the feeling of being average. This feeling is also a wish, which I could never encounter. Not all dreams come true…
Notes
For the angels that know my stories, I have missed you all so much <3! I promised you that I will come back with a story to your enjoyment! For those who started reading my story, you already have a piece in my heart. I hope you like this first chapter, and don't worry this is only the introductory part of the story; so more and more will be posted and the story chain will be untied step by step :D. I really want to read your comments and messages as soon as you read this, your opinions and reflections are the most important thing to me. a good story needs a team of: A good writer, and responsive readers, to make it successful right lovelies <3 ? :D God Bless you all
Yours Truly,
Starzella
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3/29/15