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?Arranged Marriage?‍♀️
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By: worthy stories

Chapter 27

Hailey’s pov ?

Days had gone by and Nathan and I were continuing to get closer and becoming good friends.

Today being Friday night, I had decided to have a movie night by myself.

Nathan was busy and had to finish up a report and I didn’t want to disturb him.

So I picked out some movies and prepared my snacks, and after arranging the sofa in the living room with my favourite comfy blankets and pillows, I settled down in front of the TV in the living room, with a bowl of popcorn, dressed in my favourite PJs, ready to watch binge watch Harry Potter all over again.

But just as I switched on the TV, the power went off, living the entire mansion in darkness.

I sat down on the sofa and waited for the generator to start the power back on but when the darkness persisted for more than five minutes, I got up and reached for my phone, turning the torch on.

As I walked out of the living room, I caught sight of some flickering light near the staircase.

That scared me as all the house staff had already left.

“Who’s there?” I called out, as I picked up a vase from the side table.

“Hailey is that you?” A voice called as the light turned towards me.

“Nathan?” I saw him walk towards me with a candle in his hand.

“What happened to the generator?” I asked him.

“It’s my bad,” he replied. “I had the generator taken for the yearly maintenance today evening.”

“Your timing sucks,” I sighed.

“Hey, how was I to know!” Nathan protested. “Let’s go in the living room.”

We walked in the living room and I searched the drawers for candles and lit few.

We both sat down on the couch in the darkness surrounded by candlelight.

“What’s with all the food and pillows?” Nathan asked as he reached for my bowl of popcorn.

“I was having a movie night,” I pouted as my perfect plan for the night was ruined because of the power cut.

“Oh poor you,” he said. “There’s a storm outside, the power will be out for a few hours at the least.”

“What?!” I panicked. “And you really had to send the generator for maintenance today?”

“Hey, don’t blame me. It’s not like I can predict the weather,” he defended as he munched on my popcorn.

Wait is he eating my food? No way! I never share food. I pulled the bowl back from his hands.

“No one, eats my food,” I growled at him.

“But you have so much!” He whined. “Give me some.”

“No, I don’t share food.”

“Please,” he extended his hand while pouting.

“No no no,”I said as I hugged my popcorn closer.

Nathan merely left me with the popcorn and reached over and tore open a packet of doritos from the coffee table.

“Hey those were my chips!” I scolded him.

“Oh you’re such a wuss,” he sneered. “Eat your popcorn and leave me with the chips.”

“Ok I’ll share the popcorn but you have to share doritos,” I said making a deal.

We sat in silence as we munched on our snacks.

“Were you really having a movie night all by yourself?” Nathan asked me.

“Yea, I think I deserve a break to relax after working hard all week,” I told him.

“I could do with a break from time to time,” he mumbled. “So where’s the gang?”

“Gang? What gang?”

“All your girl friends and stuff,” he said. “You can’t have movie night without your friends.”

“Actually I can,” I told him. “It’s only me. I don’t have any girl gang or girl friends.”

“You don’t have a girl friends?” He asked surprised. “Then who are your friends?”

“Well you know Harry,” I said.

“Yeah,” he shifted uncomfortably and waited for me to continue but when I didn’t he looked at me perplexed. “That’s it? You only have one friend?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” I confessed. “I don’t have much time for friends or social life.”

“How come I never noticed this before?” He asked still dumbstruck.

‘Well because you were too busy with your girlfriend to even notice I existed,’ my subconscious sneered.

However, not wanting to ruin our time together, I didn’t say anything like that to make the atmosphere uncomfortable.

“I don’t know any of your friends either,” I said instead.

You don’t? You must have met them at the wedding. They were my best men.”

“I don’t remember anything about our wedding,” I snorted.

‘Except the part where you left me in the middle of the party to go fuck some random whore’ my subconscious taunted again.

“Surely you remember the part where I kissed you,” he teased. “Nobody can forget my kisses.”

“You never kissed me on the altar,” I replied.

“I didn’t?” He looked surprised.
“Nope,” I confirmed.

“That seems unfair. We should remedy that, I’ll kiss you right now.” He offered.

I looked at him in shock. Did he just offer to kiss me? He too realised what he just said and froze.

Suddenly his eyes found the candles very interesting and he began munching on the chips rather loudly.

I too had to look away as the atmosphere became tense and uncomfortable.

“Do you have any hidden talents?” I asked him suddenly.

“Something not many people know about,” I said. “Like I am good at solving puzzles and stuff.

Do you have any such talent or hobby no one knows about?”

He thought about it for a while.

“I can draw and paint,” he said.

“Really? What do you paint?” I asked suddenly interested. Even though I’m not really an artist, I had a good eye for paintings.

“I used to do freelance when I was younger, but I haven’t painted or sketched anything in a long time now,” he confessed.

“Why not?”

“I was so busy with the company and everything that I no longer have time for my hobbies,” he sighed. “There’s no place for art in the life of a CEO.”

“That’s bullshit,” I told him. “Just because you’re a CEO doesn’t mean you can’t paint.”

“When I was younger I loved to paint, I would do it all the time,” he remembered fondly. “But one day my mother found my sketchbook.

She got really angry and burnt all my artwork. She said there was no place for art in the life of a successful businessman.”

I stared at him in shock. I knew Evelyn could be a bitch, but how could she be so mean to her own son?

“I beg to differ,” I told him. “Life is too short to limit yourself to one particular thing only. You must try out all that your heart desires.

Like me, I’m a lawyer and I run an event management company and a publishing house.”

“You do what?!” Nathan asked incredulously. “Anderson publishing and event managements is run by you?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Ace doesn’t have the time to look after the whole empire by himself. I do what I can to help him out.”

“How do you manage it all?” He asked. “You’re like one of the most sought after lawyer in the city.”

“Time management was something we were taught early on,” I said dismissively. “But back to the original topic, why did you never paint again?”

“Like I said, I spent my time trying to learn the business so that I could take over from my father one day. Between all that, the artist in me faded away.”

I thought about it for a minute and then I came up with an idea

“Wait here,” I told him and picked up a candle and stood up.

“Hailey where are you going? Take care you’ll fall,” came Nathan’s worried voice

“I’ll be back,” I told him.

Guided by the candle, I made my way to my study and quickly looked around for a drawing pad and some pencils and eraser, and with all these stuff I got back to the living room and placed it infront of Nathan.

“Ta-da!” I grinned. “Maybe you can draw again today.”

“What, I don’t think I can do it anymore,” he said sadly.

“I believe you can,” I encouraged him. “Besides you’ll never know if you don’t try.”

“Ok, I guess trying won’t hurt,” he said finally. “But what do I draw?”

He looked around the room to find a piece to sketch.

“You, I’m going to sketch you,” he said suddenly when he’s eyes rested on me.

“Me?” I asked surprised.

“Yeah, you’re the one that set me up to this so the least you could do is be my model,” he said.

“Um..ok,” I agreed, not seeing anything wrong with it.

For around twenty minutes, I sat in the position Nathan instructed me too, as Nathan sketched in the candle light.

The muscles on his face were scrunched in concentration as he bent over to sketch properly.

Every now and then, he would look up at me, and study my face with grave interest causing my self consciousness to increase ten fold.1

After a long time, Nathan was still at work with his art while I sat without moving, studying his beautiful physique as he was working.

He looked really handsome and the candlelight highlighted his features all the more. That’s when the currents decided to make a comeback.

As the lights turned back on, his focus broke and he looked back up.

“Well, here they come again,” he said.
“Finally!” I exclaimed.

“Now let me see your drawing,” I extended my hand for the pad, but Nathan quickly pulled it away and hugged it close to his chest.

“Nope, you can’t see it,” he declared. “It isn’t finished yet.”

“But please let me see it,” I pouted.

“Nah, an artist never lets anyone see the unfinished art,” he refused again. “I’ll show it to you when it’s done.”

He closed the pad and put it carefully aside. Then he made himself comfortable on the sofa and patted the seat beside him.

“Come sit here,” he called me. “Let’s have a movie night.”

“But don’t you have work?” I asked.

“I’m taking a break,” he said opening another packet of chips and a can of coke as I made myself sat down beside him and snuggled under a bedsheet.

“Besides, you can’t have movie night all by yourself,” he added. “So what movie were you watching?”

“I was planning on doing a rerun of all the Harry Potter movies,” I told him.

“Seriously?” He snorted. “What are you, twelve?”

“Hey,” I protested, hitting him on his arm.

“Let’s watch mission impossible,” he suggested.

“Watched it already, and it isn’t worth re-watching,” I told him.

“Hey that’s a great movie,” but when I didn’t agree he suggested yet again, “how about Twilight?”

“Ew, never!” I made a face. “I’m not spending Friday night watching two guys fight over the same girl.”

He just rolled his eyes.

“Have you ever watched Game of Thrones?” I asked him.

“No, what’s it about? Two girls fighting over the same guy?”he teased.

“Nope, it’s much more interesting,” I said as I turned it on. “It’s the best TV show ever.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Nathan decided as we both settled down to watch the first season of GoT.


Third person POV

Morning rolled over to find Nathan and Hailey, cuddling together on the sofa.

Hailey was laying down on her back on the sofa while Nathan lay over her, his head on her chest as he hugged her tight.

Hailey’s hand rested on the back of his head. The bedsheets were tangled between them.

There were wrappers of chips and chocolates and empty bottles of soft drinks lying all around, evidence of a great movie night.

As the staff entered, they were happy to see the couple in that state, having always despised their boss’ mistress and rooting for the marriage to work.

Not wanting to disturb the two, the maids quietly cleaned the mess in the living room and went back to the kitchen.

At around 10:00 in the morning, when the two still hadn’t woken up, someone came to the house looking for Nathan and not expecting to find him in the position he was.

A loud gruesome screech left the lips of the person who witnessed the young couple laying together.


Hailey POV

I was having a nice pleasant dream, when I was woken up by a deafening scream.

Immediately as I woke up, I noticed I couldn’t move as something really heavy lay on me.

As I squirmed underneath the weight, I felt it move and then I was met by my husband’s sleepy eyes looking straight at me.

He looks cute when he wakes up, I thought to myself.

“I can’t believe they killed Ned Stark!” He complained, still in a sleepy mood. “That’s so unfair!”

“Welcome to the Game of Thrones,” I mumbled.

“What’s going on here?” The irritating high pitched voice screeched again.

“Hannah?” Nathan finally looked in her direction and got up to move away from me only to be entangled in the bedsheets.

“What are you doing here?” He asked. “I thought you were out of the city.”

“I returned early and tried to call you but you wouldn’t answer your phone,” she sniffed as tears rolled down her face.

“And I come here to see… this. Is this what you were doing while I was away?”

“What? no!” Nathan rushed to her side as I got up and got to my feet. “You’ve got the wrong idea babe.”

Not wanting to listen to any more of their drama, I walked out of the room as Nathan continued to coo over a crying Hannah.

I mentally rolled my eyes. I was just out the door when I heard Nathan say.

“Babe how could you even think that I’ll look at her, when I got you? You’re a diamond and she doesn’t even come close to you.

You will always be my one and only. She means nothing to me,” he said the heartbreaking words.

I felt a pang in my heart. His words shouldn’t have hurt so much, but they did.

Somehow I had managed to let my guard down and my heart jumped out, only to be hurt all over again.

This time by my husband. He had said it. I meant nothing to him.

He only had one person in his heart, and it wasn’t me.


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