The next day Alya woke up to light shining on her eyes. She squinted and yawned before looking around the room. That's when all the past events came back tumbling in her mind. She was trapped in a book. Married.
Alya found herself in an empty king-sized bed. Her hand pressed onto the other side of the bed to find it cold. He was gone.
Deep down, she was relieved a little. If she had woken up to find himself there, she would not know how to react.
Putting away these thoughts, she thought about her priorities. She had two goals: stay married and stay rich. As long as she played the perfect role as the villain's wife, she could remain rich.
Alya's POV:
I made my way downstairs, arriving at the doorways. I took a deep breath.
You're his wife now, she told herself.
Stay married, stay rich.
"Good Morning" I said with a cheery voice, walking into the dining room. I hoped my cheery voice masked the nerves I was feeling.
I looked around the dining room, amazed by its grandeur. A long polished black table with tall chairs with a beautiful crystal chandelier above. Expensive paintings adorned the walls and maids walked in, serving breakfast.
Seated at the head of the table was Zak, her husband, dressed in black, sipping coffee. A very fitting image for the villain CEO. He looked dashingly gorgeous wearing a black suit. To his left sat a small boy, seemingly four or five years old. He was adorable. I suppressed the urge to run up to the little boy and give him a hug. That would frighten him. This must be my son, Aiden. He was not Zak's biological son. I could not remember what happened to Aiden's parents but I do remember that Nadir's biological father was Zak's cousin.
Third person POV:
Her dress was gorgeous: soft and elegant lilac dress, hugging her waist and flowing down to her ankles. The bodice was fitted but modest, cinched at the waist with a white satin ribbon that tied in the back. She wore a matching white ribbon in her hair.
Zak looked up at her and paused. There was a look in his eyes, which Alya could not fathom, yet it was gone in a flash.
"Good morning," he responded, his voice soft yet deep.
"Sit."
She blinked before breaking out into a genuine smile. She made her way across the dining room, taking a seat opposite the little boy.
"This is my son, Aiden. Say hello," Zak said, with a subtle note of pride and a gentle smile playing on his lips.
"Hello Aiden. It's nice to meet you," said Alya, with a warm smile.
Silence.
Aiden's eyes stayed fixed on his plate
"Aiden," said Zack, firmly.
"Hello," Aiden mumbled without looking up.
Noor's POV:
Better than nothing, right? Even if he was forced to greet me. But, it will not be too long before Aiden really likes me. I have a charm and I am determined to use it. No one and nothing will get in the way of my rich life, especially a small boy.
"I know this is sudden and you do not need to accept me right away. But, maybe we can start off as friends?" I said gently. I could buy him toys and sweets and…
"No, we do not need to be friends," he snapped. He had ruined my little day dream.
I gulped at the sudden venom of his voice. His voice was cold. He was five, right?
"Sweetheart!—"
"I'm not your sweetie!" he shouted, standing up so fast his chair scraped the floor.
I repressed the urge to correct him. I had called him 'sweetheart' not 'sweetie'.
"Okay, Aiden. My bad-"
Abruptly, he jerked away from the table resulting in the corner of his plate being tipped and a silver knife grazing my wrist.
I winced at the sudden sting.
Great, I was bleeding.
I retract my earlier statement, it might be a long time before Aiden really likes me.
Third person POV:
Aiden froze, his face pale and his mouth agape.
He did not mean for this to happen. As much as he did not like his dad's new wife, he did not want to hurt her. He just wanted her to leave him alone. He turned and ran to his room.