His cute, little, innocent wife |✔|

Chapter-3 *Marriage*

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Chapter-3;

Marriage- any close or intimate union.

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Third person's POV-

The wind blew softly that day like the nature was enjoying the marriage.

The sun shone brightly in the absolute blue sky. One can tell, that the marriage might be of a happy couple.

Little did they know that the bride and groom haven't seen each other in a person.

The day Amelia saw his photographs, she was in love. People call it love at first sight. She fell in love with him. By just a mere photo. She didn't even have seen him. But still she made a vow to be loyal and love him till she will live.

She was tempted by him.

She could not even identify the feeling she felt inside her. She never felt those type of feelings although. She could not register why her heart started racing until she compared her feelings with the books sbe read. And finally, she understood that the feelings were nothing but just a feeling which people always call love.

Love.

Love a word Xavier's dictionary always lacked.

Xavier was somehow frustrated that his parents setted him with a girl, but happy that she was very beautiful. 

There was not even a drop doubt that the girl he was going to marry was beautiful, but she was very beautiful, but at the same time Xavier was also very nervous, after all it was his first time when he was going to be in a serious relationship with a girl.

Xavier was a playboy from the beginning, there was no fatal reason for his playboy ways. He never got a story to tell someone that, one upon a time he got hurt by a girl, and decided to play with all girls. He kept his heart in a room, where no one was allowed, but the question was that, what if the girl whom he was about to marry in next half hour, will break through the room, he kept his heart in?

He was astonished and very deep in thought he didn't even noticed the soft song began to play, indicating it was time for the bride to come and meet Xavier in personal, he waited for the innocent girl on the stage, curiously his eyes glued to the door, through which she was to enter.

He wanted to know, if the girl was really innocent, or just a mere photo shopped photograph.

Whereas Amelia was in the room fixing her veil.

She looked beyond beautiful, she looked like an angel, so innocent, so naïve. She twirled in her gown, which she liked in a first glance.

"Mum, how do I look?" giggling Amelia asked her mother. Her mother gave her a soft smile.

"Dad, do I look good?" she again asked, this time to her father who stood by the door, looking at how good she looked, Amelia was not mentally ill, she was just innocent and naïve she never experienced the outer world, the evil one.

So the question she asked were not by an ill person, she was just confirming if she looked good, obviously for a girl, who ever only lived in a mansion, the secret why she lived, was dug underneath the skin of her parents only. Her childish questions might make someone believe that she was ill, and acted childish, but she was very mature.

"You look perfectly beautiful honey." Her mother replied happily, while she hugged Amelia and the same thing her dad did.

Suddenly the sound of soft music, came from the hall. Indicating that now, it was the time for her to go, she hooked her arm with her dad and stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheeks.

He smiled at her.

A hopeful one.

"Honey we love you, you know that, right?" his dad said kissing the crown of her head.

She nodded her head in reply.

"Obviously dad! If you didn't, then who would have given me such a man to spend my life with? Of course, your love me and I love you and always do, you are my world. You both are. I love you mum, dad." She said and engulfed her mother and father in a big bear hug.

Tears were shed by her mother. But the innocent one didn't wanted to ruin her makeup for the devil so she dabbed the tears by the corner of her eyes.

Both the parents nodded and her dad hooked her arms with his and guided her down the aisle, as soon as she stepped all the eyes focused on her.

She couldn't even look up, she was scared of this much stares, all the people looked judging, obviously it was the wedding of the only sole heir of the billionaire company, many were invited, mostly snobbish.

She was like an alien to them, they never have seen her, except some, only some have seen her.

And those who have seen her loved her heartily.

She is kind hearted.

And polite and sweet, never the one to be hated, selfless.

She kept her gaze down and kept walking aimlessly, but suddenly she came to a halt because her father had stopped walking. And a hand before her asking her to mold her, in the owner's and she looked up.

Whereas Xavier, he kept staring at the girl to say she looked innocent, would be a lie, she was fragile, like a piece of that pure soul, which is untouched by devil, so kind and innocent the way she looked up and hung her head, due to stares, he was out of breath.

She was like an angel walking to marry a devil.

He wanted to say that 'an angel deserves an angel', but Xavier was greedy, he wanted her for his own, the pure soul, he wanted her.

He wanted to keep her, but a playboy, thinking this, he shook the thoughts away and watched silently the walking goddess before him.

When she reached near the stage, he stretched his hands for her. And she looked up.

The moment their eyes met, a sudden bolt of shiver ran down both of theirs spine.

Her hands were delicately placed on his by her father, her hands soft like a feather, Xavier relaxed at the touch, and the touch alone calmed his nerves.

He scooped up the girl and her hands fell on his chest tracing his erect heart, which was beating faster than usual.

They both stared in each other's eyes and stared for long. The thing was.

She was tempted by the beast. &

He was tempted by her innocence.

Her eyes shone, she didn't pulled her hands back, from his hold. Because the touch gave her the waves of pleasure.

He stared at her and in a fraction of seconds his hands carved, his heart carved, his eyes carved. So he did what his heart said.

He drew soothing circles on her hand which were still in his hold, and looked at her, now he didn't let the playboy thoughts alone cloud his mind he listened to his heart, which was yearning for her touch.

He raked his eyes shamelessly over her petite, and much maintained figure the dress brought out the best out of her, the pale white colored gown and the loose curl which fell directly on her shoulders.

The innocent eyes, her plum lips, her button nose.

His lips yearned to attach his to hers.

The clearing of thought, broke Xavier's fantasies.

"Do you accept, Amelia Thompson as your beloved wife?" the priest asked Xavier.

Paying no attention.

"I do." He replied, his husky voice, enough to run shiver down Amelia's spine.

He only wanted that moment to quench his thirst.

Thirst of Amelia.

"Do you accept, Xavier Sinclair as your beloved husband?"

Giving all love in her voice she replied.

"I do."

"Now I announce you as husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest declared.

The word 'kiss' was alone enough for Xavier to pull her to him and smashing his lips to her, she was in experienced.

She just moved her soft lips, their lips molded, shivers ran, and the thirst converted to something Xavier couldn't identify.

Her lips were like a drug he was finding all those years, and finally he found.

Out of everything Xavier was now confirmed that he will never let go of the angel, he somehow got.

This was now confirm that the innocent's soul now belonged to the devil.

Here starts the tale of the love story of the Xavier Sinclair and Amelia Thompson.

Where the innocent's and devil's world collide.

Where he was.

Her loving and only her husband.

And she was.

His cute, little, innocent wife.

In these matters Amelia was quite greedy, she would never let anybody this close him ever. He will be hers and she would be his.