Romantic Short Stories: The Billionaire’s Wife

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It’s Monday, and I’m here with yet another steaming shot of short love stories. Hope you’ll like it.

 

Title: The Billionaire’s Wife

 

“I got to do this to save my business. There’s no other way.” Kate murmured under her breath as she stepped out of her antique shop and waited for the taxi.

Kate was a virgin and didn’t know that she was heading to an uncharted territory. A night full of passion and Kate ended up losing her V-card to Dave.

An unexpected pregnancy compelled Kate to think and rethink about her marriage of convenience with sexy billionaire Dave Hunt.

“Oh, so you’re back.”

“Yeah, I need funds to pay the bills.”

“Transferred.” Dave hit a button on his laptop and gazed at Kate with his mischievous eyes.

“What I have to do now?” She smacked her lips in anticipation.

“Nothing new. The same thing which you had been doing for the past three months. You have to pose as my wife in front of my parents. They’ll stay with us for a month and you have to behave like a well-obedient daughter-in-law.”

“Well-obedient?” Her eyes narrowed as anger boiled within her.

“Yeah, no more late nights at your old goods shop in the downtown. You would rather be finishing your work as early as five and be home at six to have a family dinner with us.”

“But, this was not in the contract.” She shot an angry stare at him.

“You know what, Kate, I never had any trouble with getting girls. Women throw themselves at me. I just have to stand and wait for them to come to me. You should feel lucky that I pick you. I still have options. If you…” His angular jaw clenched as he stood from his chair and swaggered around her.

“Okay, fine. I’ll be home at six and will have dinner with your parent. But after that can I get back to work?”

“Sure. You can use my car.”

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Romantic Short Stories: The Billionaire's Wife“Where the hell are you, Kate?” Dave tossed his smartphone on the bed, loosening his tie knot with the other hand.

Rain lashed the car top. The storm had set in.

“It’s six. She should be home.” He muttered as he drove through the overpass to reach the downtown.

His car halted in front of Kate’s Antique Store.

He pushed open the door and there she was. Kate stood on the other side of the customer’s counter showing some antique pieces of jewelry to an old couple.

Dave’s presence was commanding, his cologne even stronger.

Kate lifted her head and saw him shooting daggers at her from all the way across the shop. His gaze scalded her heart. So intense. She begged an excuse from the couple and gestured Dave to meet her in the guests’ lobby.

“You here? What’s wrong. You don’t look good. Is everything okay?” Her mouth twisted, eyes widening. She couldn’t believe that Dave could ever visit her small rustic shop.

“How can you be so irresponsible?”

“How could you say that?” She felt heat building inside her, flushing her cheeks.

“What are you doing here? Entertaining your customers? How could you do this? At least, you could have called me but no, you were so busy. And the best part is that you’re not picking up your phone.” His firm grasp on her shoulders tightened as his eyes emitted heat of anger, desperation, restlessness, all mixed.

“Why do you want me now, Mr. Dave? You renewed the contract for a month, till your parents are here. And, if I’m not wrong Mrs. and Mr. Hunt left the town last night. We both saw them off at the airport.”

Sky fell on him.

“Shit. How can I…” His hands slipped off her arms. Massaging his forehead, he glanced her way. “Anyways… by what time you’ll be free.”

“Just this couple and I’m closing the store.”

“Cool. I’ll be waiting for you.” He came close and held her hands, his eyes reading her thoughts.

“And, why do you wait for me, Mr. Hunt.”

“Because I don’t want my pregnant wife to return home all alone in the stormy night.”

“So, you still think I’m your wife even when the contract is over.”

“What proof do you want, Kate? Do you want me to show you my heart? Can’t you just understand?”

“Understand what?”

“That I want you back in my life. And this time, without a contract.”

 

~End~

 

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Romantic Short Stories: Locked Memories

Howdy Friends! It’s Monday and I’m here with yet another love flash from my hidden treasure of romantic short stories.

This week’s flash is about Love and Forgiveness. Hope you like it.

Title: Locked Memories

The alarm went off at four in the morning, and the doorbell rang.

I groped for my mobile phone on the bedside table and swiped the screen to switch off the alarm.

The deafening sound of the doorbell again penetrated my ears.

“Who could it be?”

I rolled over the bed, put my sleepers, and rose to my feet.

The doorbell rang again.

“Who the hell is this?” I muttered. The hall was dimly lit. A thin beam of light strained out through the cream shade of the night lamp. I staggered to my feet and made my way to the front door of the house and peeked into the eye hole.

It was dark in the porch.

“Who’s this?” I asked. My voice wobbled. I struggled to fight the sudden fear creeping around me.

No answer.

Panic pooled into my gut as I debated with my mind whether to open the door or not.

Instead of fully releasing the door, I used the door chain and peeked out. A whiff of wet soil entered my nostrils. Raindrops pattered on the tin roofing of the dimly lit porch.

Romantic Short Stories: Locked Memories, www.mariyamhasnain.comNothing was visible in the dim light that came from the street lamp except a shadow. A man stood at the entrance, a cowboy hat on his head. He wore an overcoat.

“Who’s this?” I mustered the courage to ask again though couldn’t control the shakiness of my voice.

“It’s me.” A deep husky voice broke the stillness of the rainy morning.

It sounded familiar. I perhaps heard it somewhere, some place. I didn’t know. I couldn’t recall.

Irritation drank all my fear and anxiety. My voice hardened. Angrily, I asked, “Me who? Do you have a name?”

And the shadow walked in front of me. He stood across from me, behind the safety chain.

A bright white light enveloped the darkness as he lit the torch and pointed it towards his face.

“Shawn? Is it you?” Anger, apprehension, hatred all together cluttered my brain seizing my thinking power. My tongue couldn’t form a single word. I went mute, lifeless, a frozen mess of bone and flesh.

“Can you let me in?” His words hit my ears bringing me back to my senses.

“How could you? It’s been ten years.”

“I want you, Diana. I want my life back. I’ve repented a lot on my mistake.”

He kindled the feelings I once had for him. My hand roamed over the lock disengaging the safety chain and pushing the door wider for him.

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Romantic Short Stories Week #3: Ex-flames

Here come’s Monday, and the time is 11:30 IST. And now as we march to a new month, here’s another short romantic story. This week’s flash is about rekindling the lost love. Hope you like it.

Week #3

Title: Ex-flames

I sit on the sofa and gaze out the window. Thick Gulmohar trees laden with the new foliage sway under the golden sun.

Today is going to be my last day in Vivek’s house. I’m going to embrace a new life. He did not react much when I mentioned him that we need to separate our ways. Anyways, he does not want kids yet, and I wonder if he just wants to remain in the second stage all his life.

Chirps of sparrows play a soothing serenade. Thin white clouds shift in the sky as the cold morning breeze blows in through the front window of the living room. A pair of pigeon perches on the window sill, one holding a dry twig in his beak.

“Life has four stages – the first stage where a person is completely dependent on others. It is the childhood stage.

The second stage is where a person discovers himself. It’s a stage of trial and error. He tries, learns from his mistakes, and makes choices. He starts believing in himself but also believes in materialistic success to be happy – money, wealth, accolades.

The third stage is when an individual thinks about leaving a legacy. It could be anything – a breakthrough innovation, an extraordinary product, or a happy adorable family.

And finally, stage four which is all about holding on what a person has achieved.”

I still remember these lines of Mr. Mathews. He used to teach us Philosophy in college. He was a character. Long hair with streaks of silver. The overgrown beard that he rarely used to trim. Irrespective of the trends, he would always wear beige colored baggy pants and a loose T-shirt. He perhaps was in his late forties, but his attire and appearance made him look ten years older than his actual age.

short romantic stories,mariyamhasnain.comThe fragrant wind blowing into the room caresses my cheeks bringing back some more old memories. Memories – I try to forget, erase, burn but even after so many years, they are still fresh in my mind.

As soon as I close my eyes and rest my head against the back of the couch, a pair of deep dark eyes shines in the abyss. Teenage love is not easy to forget.

His name, image, touch everything remain so fresh in my mind.

It’s been more than ten years being married to Vivek, but there has been something always amiss.

I wonder if rekindling the lost love is a good idea. Anyways, I won’t be having Vivek with me tonight.

I trace Ray on Facebook. And, within a couple of minutes, he accepts my friend request asking my whereabouts.

He never married. I can’t deny I still love Ray and so he. Oh my God how we have so much craving for each other even when ten years have passed. The flames of unfulfilled love still burn our souls, and we don’t have to convince each other of anything or reason anything. We just want to be together.

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Book Review – French Restoration by Sara Claridge

French restoration is a story of wealthy kids and family secrets blended into a tonic of love and steamy romance. Chantal, an interior designer by profession, weaves a fragile world around her to keep herself away from her bleak past. She takes up the charge of remodeling the antique French country house to restore its antiquity and keep it safe from the wealthy desires of American Hotelier Alex Kirkwood. But during the course of restoring the ancient Chateau in the outskirts of Paris, she unknowingly succumbs to Alex’s manly charms. Alex also couldn’t resist himself falling for a 27-year-old French beauty who makes him weak in his knees every time he sees or thinks of her. What started as a mere physical attraction to simmer down the boiling desires between the two individuals, transforms into an undying feeling of love, and Chantal struggles hard to keep her past destroy, Alex’s social repute.

Written in third person limited point of view, the story is well plotted with rich prose and ornamented vocabulary usage. Intermittent twists and turns kept me intrigued and at the same time passionate sexual encounters between the lead characters made me re-read those steamy sequences just to feel the heat developing between the two. I loved the characters, especially, Alessandro’s alpha male image of a dominating boss and at the same time of a caring lover who wants Chantal back in his life at any cost.

I really liked the fascinating cover of the book and the well structured story line; however, there were times when I felt disconnected. I think it is because the usage of some of the French words and sentences that aren’t translated into English. Had the author put up a glossary or simply added the English translation within brackets, it would have been an easier read for me

My Rating of French Restoration would be no less than 4 out of 5 stars.