CHAPTER 6: SCENE
283 Words
The house was too big, silent.
Ava hated it.
She barely saw Rhys, and when she did, their conversations were short and clipped if they even spoke at all.
One morning, as she sat in the kitchen, he finally acknowledged her.
“Get dressed. We’re going out.”
Ava blinked. “Excuse me?”
Rhys buttoned his cufflinks, barely sparing her a glance. “You heard me.”
Ava crossed her arms. “You can’t just order me around.”
Rhys finally met her gaze, unbothered as always.
“You wanted to play the role of my wife, didn’t you?” He smirked. “Start acting like it.”
Ava wanted to throw something at his head.
A COLD WELCOME
When they arrived at the charity gala, Ava felt the weight of a hundred judgemental stares.
Women in glittering gowns whispered behind delicate fans.
“Is that her?”
“She doesn’t even look like she belongs here.”
“I heard she worked at some small shop before this.”
Ava clenched her fists.
She wasn’t stupid. She knew how these people saw her— a girl from nowhere, suddenly engaged to the untouchable Rhys De Montaigne.
Then she heard a sharp voice.
“She doesn’t look like a De Montaigne.”
Ava turned— an older businessman watched her with disdain.
Silence fell.
Ava expected Rhys to ignore it.
But then, she felt his hand on her waist.
Firm. Unyielding. Possessive.
“She’s my wife.” Rhys said coldly.
“That’s all that matters.”
The murmurs instantly died.
Ava stared up at him, stunned.
Why.. did he do that?
And why did her heart skip a beat when he did?
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