CHAPTER 3

How to be a perfect wife.

1) Speak only when spoken to.

2) Show respect to your husband at all times.

3) Do absolutely all your husband requires of you.

4) Do all the house chores and take care of the children.

5) Satisfy your husband whenever he feels like.

Wow. Just wow.

I read it over and over and over again just to make sure I'm not dreaming or something.

I even pinch myself and nope, this isn't a dream.

Ah! Avery, your husband is a male chauvinistic bastard, what a life.

I simply tear the paper into pieces before throwing the pieces to his face.

He seemed surprised by my reaction for a split second that I almost missed, but quickly masked it with anger.

I stand up and he stands up too, easily towering my 5'5 with his 6'4.

Ugh. I really hate my height right now.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! " he roared his eyes red with rage.

I smirked.

"No no, Mr Aragon, Wrong question."

I didn't wait for his reply as I turned and moved away from his overwhelming presence that never failed to turn my stupid brain to mush.

I could feel his eyes burning holes in my back but I couldn't care less.

I went into the room and decided to freshen up before going to bed.

I removed my flats and went to sleep

Finn's POV

"WHAT THE HELL DAD." I roared as I stood up from the leather chair mirrowing my dad's own aggressivity.

"You heard me right son. You are marrying Avery Blackwood next Saturday. "

"But father-"

"Else I'm passing the empire over to Enrique"

I stared at him in shock. He can't possibly be serious. Enrique is my playboy younger brother who doesn't give shit about work and spends his time hooking up with different women.

"You can't possibly be serious father. That woman is the epitome of what I don't want in a woman".

He sighed.

"Listen son. You know I love you but we can't do anything about it. Your grandfather and hers had signed an agreement a long time ago."

"What?!!.Why would nonno do that."

"Because Anton Blackwood saved his life and to guarantee his life safety he signed a deal with your nonno and now, you the eldest son have to marry his granddaughter. They both had only one children which were I and Darrel Blackwood and we were both men so we couldn't hold the agreement. So this extends to their grandchildren."

"So why not the older daughter? I think she is much more virtuous than her sister" I asked

He sighed. "I wished for you to marry Dei Blackwood too but not only is she not the biological daughter of Darrel but her father wishes you to iron his youngest daughter and make her virtuous like her older sister, something he failed to do."

I sighed. This is going to be a difficult task.

Present time.

I sighed in content as I was satisfied with my work.

I got up and decided to go freshen up a bit in my room. I don't know where the spitfire has gone to but I couldn't care less. She could jump from the plane for all I care.

Wait?! She couldn't actually jump from the plane now could she?

I opened th door to my room and my jaw almost hit the ground.

Wtf?!

I wasn't stunned by the fact that the woman sleeping on my bed wore a sundress that her risen up to expose her delicious looking hips. No. Not at all.

I was stunned by the fact that the woman sleeping in my bed was fucking sucking her thumb.

I stared in disbelief as she nibbled on the poor thumb that was so white that it looked like it was about to cut off any minute due to lack of blood.

It took some time to register that my wife sucks her thumb in her sleep and I let out a low chuckle. She really is adorable when she sleeps and those hips...

I was about to go showering when I noticed something else.

A scar.

On her hips. I frowned. How the hell did she get that scar? It ran on a straight line across her left hip.

It's none of your business Finn. She's a bitch, remember? Maybe she just even gained it from one of her night escapades.

With that last thought, I went to the bathroom

Third person's POV

Avery sat at the farthest end of the car, away from her husband as she stared out at the beautiful scenery Paris had to offer.

They had landed one hour ago and a car... which was surprisingly a taxi had already been waiting for them to drive them to the hotel. But they had been stuck in the traffic and had only just escaped.

They stopped at a very tall gate which had the initials AE and she wondered what that meant. The car drove them in and came to a stop infront of grand double doors and she got out. She entered and her jaw dropped.

Wow. Double wow.

The hotel was grandiose, and the name was written in grand on the board illuminated with white light.

Empire de France

Wow. This was the biggest hotel in Paris and in France.

But why would such a hotel send a taxi to pick up guests.

She was so lost in her thoughts that the new voice laced with a thick French accent caught her off guard.

"Tiens tiens. Regardez qui voila"

(Well well. Look who's there.)

She heard her husband grumble under his breath and she turned to see a gorgeous woman standing at the top of the grand double stairs.

She was truly beautiful, with short brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. She also had a pale skin which made her eyes glow naturally due to contrast.

Avery wondered who this woman was. Perhaps his mistress. No. She looked too confident and smart to be simply just his mistress.

Avery watched as the woman took confident strides towards them and stopped right infront of them.

"Finalement tu te décide a venir me rendre visite, mon très cher cousin."

( Finally you decide to come visit me, my dear cousin).

Her eyes widened. They were cousins. But... how come and who is she.

She then looked at me and smiled.

"Hello. My name is Antoinette Eiffel but call me Anne"

Hmm. That name sounds familiar. Wait a minute. Yeah I remember now. The prestigious Eiffels who belt the beautiful Eiffel tower.

She then hugged Avery out of the blue in a squeezing hug.

"So its you who tamed this ancient caveman bastard that doesn't even have time for his own family. Oh and the taxi was for this bastard, not for you dear. " She said glaring at the handsome devil behind her.

She smiled at the feisty woman. They'll get along quite well.

"Sir. The keys of your suite. " the receptionist said in an overly sweet voice, batting her fake lashes and her breasts looked like they were about to spill out of her shirt.

"Darling, why don't you come let's go to the suite. " Avery found herself saying holding her husband's hand and taking him away from the glaring eyes of the woman.

Avery's POV

We arrived the suite and my mouth dropped, once again. If it continues like that, my mouth will stay like that forever.

I explored the suite and discovered it had a mini bar, a small sitting area and then I entered the last door which led to a spacious room with a queen sized bed, a love seat in front and a couch. The TV was hung to the wall in front of the bed.

At the balcony, we had a clear view of the Eiffel tower and of Paris. It should be absolutely breathtaking in the night.

Our suitcases were standing in the room waiting to be placed in it.

I packed away my things in the closet while Finn took a bath. I had just packed away all my things when Finn came out with just a towel wrapped around his waist and glistening with water.

Our eyes met and I licked my lips.

Oh no.

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