Prisoning Truth
Epilogue. (60th Chapter)
...Six Months Later...
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Giselle's POV:
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"Harry! I just mopped the house. (I groan) Do I have to remind you to leave your shoes outside, every time?" He simple shakes his head, chuckling as he walks towards me. "(He coos, planting tiny kisses allover my neckline) I'm sorry, doll face. I was too excited to come back home and kiss you."
I swat his arm at his cheekiness, as we both giggle at the situation. "Are you going to take a shower, right now? Dinner will be ready in fifteen." He nods happily, giving me a peck before his boots rush up the stairs of our home. Harry and I have been endlessly happy, no fears and no more obstacles in our married path.
I recall the day, like it was yesterday. I walked through the isle of the church, quivering in excitement and anxiousness that awaited me. My gown was simple, yet it was like a fairytale bridal dress. The moment Harry's eyes caught mine, my body relaxed and the tension was gone. His smile was never bigger, and dear god did he look dashing as ever in his tuxedo.
Unlike the protocol of every wedding ceremony, Harry and I didn't go to our honeymoon; we went straight ahead to our new home. It wasn't new, it was in fact, the exact villa that Harry held me captive in. The guys and their families moved back to their own houses, and in result; we got the villa to ourselves.
We got the time to explore each other on both physical and mental aspects; we were granted the normal life that we dreamt of having. As much as we both hated Santers, I couldn't be cruel and heartless. He was sent to serve an eternity lifetime in prison, but I made sure to send him a letter every month. A week after my marriage, I sent him a photograph of Harry and I from our wedding; along with a note with kind wishes.
I remember one thing that I wrote him; I said: "I never expected a perfect father, and you are only human. Nothing and no one could change you, rather than yourself. I'm happy with Harry, and he too, doesn't hold that much grudge on you. Please, don't forget to pray everyday; and thank god because he's still giving you a chance to live and fix your mistakes. I can never see you as a part of my future life, but I will always ask about you because you're my only father."
It has been hectic, but at the same time; it was a blessing because Harry was with me. He became mine, and I became his forever. I know that we both are still newly weds, but I highly estimate that we will have any trouble together. I'm used to his character, and he's already memorised mine. We know how dorky and cheesy we both are, and that's the secret behind us getting along together at all times.
Harry was never angry, he didn't even get annoyed or irritated since we got committed. Yes, his sexual needs are on a highly level most of the time, but hey? Who could get enough of love from him, either? The funny thing is that I made him interested in reading, and he now enjoys a cup of tea with his chosen book on the afternoon weekends.
Harry has a huge capacity of knowledge, and I'm positive if he ever got the chance to pursue his education; he'd be on the honour role. I know people would say that I am just complimenting him because he's my husband; but I'm not the one that gives out unrealistic compliments at all. He is smart, caring, charming, dorky, and loving; but most importantly he is my spouse.
"(He calls from the upstairs) Babe! Are all the towels in the laundry stack, already?" I huff my breath, smiling as I climb up the steps to meet him. His wet-bare physique is leaning over the doorframe of the bathroom, as his smile glitters in a lustful greet. "(I warn in a funny matter) Harry, no. I know what you're trying to do, and its not going to work. We'll eat, then you'll get your reward. (I wave my hand, as he chuckles) There are plenty of towels in the closet, no go."
He sends me a funny face, making me chuckle as his butt comes into my view. "(I whine playfully) Why is it that your butt is tiny?" He groans, then chuckles at me random question: "(He closes the door, and speaks) If you keep saying that my butt it small, I'll forget about the towel and I'll take you on the ground right now, doll face. (I sense his fake pout from his tone) And second of all, that's the only arse I have. (He opens the door, smirking at me in a playful matter; while he wraps the towel around his hips) Care about the front side, and ignore my back. Its the front that counts, wifey." My cheeks flush at his words, as he cackles in victory of the teasing competition we always have.
This is how my married life is starting to blossom with Harry, and yes I know that there are many issues and events that awaits the both of us. Regardless of their number and size, as long as Harry and I are standing by each other while we face them; they won't be a slight bother even.
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Giselle's POV:
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"Harry! I just mopped the house. (I groan) Do I have to remind you to leave your shoes outside, every time?" He simple shakes his head, chuckling as he walks towards me. "(He coos, planting tiny kisses allover my neckline) I'm sorry, doll face. I was too excited to come back home and kiss you."
I swat his arm at his cheekiness, as we both giggle at the situation. "Are you going to take a shower, right now? Dinner will be ready in fifteen." He nods happily, giving me a peck before his boots rush up the stairs of our home. Harry and I have been endlessly happy, no fears and no more obstacles in our married path.
I recall the day, like it was yesterday. I walked through the isle of the church, quivering in excitement and anxiousness that awaited me. My gown was simple, yet it was like a fairytale bridal dress. The moment Harry's eyes caught mine, my body relaxed and the tension was gone. His smile was never bigger, and dear god did he look dashing as ever in his tuxedo.
Unlike the protocol of every wedding ceremony, Harry and I didn't go to our honeymoon; we went straight ahead to our new home. It wasn't new, it was in fact, the exact villa that Harry held me captive in. The guys and their families moved back to their own houses, and in result; we got the villa to ourselves.
We got the time to explore each other on both physical and mental aspects; we were granted the normal life that we dreamt of having. As much as we both hated Santers, I couldn't be cruel and heartless. He was sent to serve an eternity lifetime in prison, but I made sure to send him a letter every month. A week after my marriage, I sent him a photograph of Harry and I from our wedding; along with a note with kind wishes.
I remember one thing that I wrote him; I said: "I never expected a perfect father, and you are only human. Nothing and no one could change you, rather than yourself. I'm happy with Harry, and he too, doesn't hold that much grudge on you. Please, don't forget to pray everyday; and thank god because he's still giving you a chance to live and fix your mistakes. I can never see you as a part of my future life, but I will always ask about you because you're my only father."
It has been hectic, but at the same time; it was a blessing because Harry was with me. He became mine, and I became his forever. I know that we both are still newly weds, but I highly estimate that we will have any trouble together. I'm used to his character, and he's already memorised mine. We know how dorky and cheesy we both are, and that's the secret behind us getting along together at all times.
Harry was never angry, he didn't even get annoyed or irritated since we got committed. Yes, his sexual needs are on a highly level most of the time, but hey? Who could get enough of love from him, either? The funny thing is that I made him interested in reading, and he now enjoys a cup of tea with his chosen book on the afternoon weekends.
Harry has a huge capacity of knowledge, and I'm positive if he ever got the chance to pursue his education; he'd be on the honour role. I know people would say that I am just complimenting him because he's my husband; but I'm not the one that gives out unrealistic compliments at all. He is smart, caring, charming, dorky, and loving; but most importantly he is my spouse.
"(He calls from the upstairs) Babe! Are all the towels in the laundry stack, already?" I huff my breath, smiling as I climb up the steps to meet him. His wet-bare physique is leaning over the doorframe of the bathroom, as his smile glitters in a lustful greet. "(I warn in a funny matter) Harry, no. I know what you're trying to do, and its not going to work. We'll eat, then you'll get your reward. (I wave my hand, as he chuckles) There are plenty of towels in the closet, no go."
He sends me a funny face, making me chuckle as his butt comes into my view. "(I whine playfully) Why is it that your butt is tiny?" He groans, then chuckles at me random question: "(He closes the door, and speaks) If you keep saying that my butt it small, I'll forget about the towel and I'll take you on the ground right now, doll face. (I sense his fake pout from his tone) And second of all, that's the only arse I have. (He opens the door, smirking at me in a playful matter; while he wraps the towel around his hips) Care about the front side, and ignore my back. Its the front that counts, wifey." My cheeks flush at his words, as he cackles in victory of the teasing competition we always have.
This is how my married life is starting to blossom with Harry, and yes I know that there are many issues and events that awaits the both of us. Regardless of their number and size, as long as Harry and I are standing by each other while we face them; they won't be a slight bother even.
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