Still in flashback:

I felt everything around me is a lie. I don't want to marry Ryan. I want to just forget everything and go with my prince, Nathan. From the second I saw him all I wanted to do is to be with him, to be loved by him. Now when he came to me and confessed his love, I couldn't go with him. I am chained with daughter duties and I have to act like a heiress.

People thinks I am so lucky to born in riches and I am going to marry the most eligible bachelor. But believe me, I am feeling myself is the most unlucky specimen in the world.

If I wasn't born as Pearl Bennett I could be with the one I want. But I can't do that. It will bring shame to my family, media will make their life hell. You can say I am being dramatic. These things only happen in films and I am trying to act like a lead role. Then let me tell you, you're wrong. Let's think that I went with him. What will happen next? Will be I happy?

No, I won't. In every step people will taunt me and also Nathan. Will he love me after all this? Even if he does, for how long? One day he will blame me for everything. There will be no happiness. My family will hate me.

Does all of these worth to be with him? No, it doesn't. Yeah, I have feelings for him but I don't love him. But I am feeling like hell.

"Pearl, are you okay? Open the door." I heard Louisa's panicked voice along with the sound of knocking.

I looked at the mirror and stare at my image. I look like hell. I quickly wiped my tears and gave a little touch up and wore my veil. I cleared my voice. "Yeah, just give me one minute."

"OK, we'll be right here."

I hid my face with the veil and opened the door.

"Ryan is waiting there. You're late." Sofia crossed her hand and looked at me like I murdered someone.

"Let him."

"What?"

"Nothing. Let's go."

End of flashback

"Now, you may kiss the bride." The priest said to Ryan. I realized I zoned out whole the time of our wedding. I said my vow in trance. Oh god what he will think if he knows.

But I don't want to be kissed. I'm not ready now.

He came closed to me and lifted my veil. His eyes fixed on my lips and his brows furrowed. He looked really angry. Did he came to know I was kissed a few minutes back? Are my lips that swollen?

He cupped my face and I shut my eyes. But I didn't feel anything on my lips because he kissed on my forehead. All clapped, Louisa nudged me on my back and whispered that he is so cute or something like that but I couldn't form it properly as my head is jammed with different thoughts. I sighed a relief as he didn't kiss on my lips.

Now time for reception. Meanwhile I should get together myself or the others will doubt on my suspicious behavior. God knows what he had decided for me.

Nathan is my past and I have to make a bridge and get over it. I am now Mrs. Pearl Anderson. I won't cheat on my husband even by remembering him. Sure it will be hard. But I am not weak like those melodramatic girls who can't face the reality with a smiling face. No more zoning out. I will be myself tonight.

Now smile Pearl.

Well done. Keep smiling.

***

"Congrats Mr. And Mrs. Anderson." Mr. Adams wished us. He is an oil tycoon and friends of our dads.

Mrs. Anderson. This name sounds so alienatic. (Is that even a word? I guess not.)

A few hours and my life changed drastically. I am now Mrs. Anderson, not Miss Bennett. I changed my surname for him though I don't love him. Will he do that? Will he become Mr. Bennett for me?

No, he won't. It will sound funny to many people. But why do girls have to do this? Society....

"Thanks Mr. Adam, for coming here." Ryan smiled politely at him and I just gave him a nod with a fake smile.

Well I am faking a smile for hours. Now it is almost hurting. How many people they invited? This is ridiculous.

"I can't stand anymore Ryan. My feet are aching?" I whispered to him.

"Oh really? You should've wore 8 inch then you would've been fine." The devil gave me his signature smirk.

"You don't have to pull my legs you know?"

"Then what should I pull?" He said seductively and I blushed.

Oh why am I blushing?

"May be your hair." I replied keeping my voice stern as possible as I can.

"Just shut up. No need to be friendly with me." He muttered.

Well isn't he a bipolar? One moment he is flirting and next he slaps me with his words. Tada.

"I don't want to be friendly with a radish like you." I retorted. Huh as if I care.

He doesn't know I can be a real bitch. I am not those girls from romance novels who get scared if her husband scolds him or talks rudely.

"Radish and me?" His eyes became saucers. It does suit him. Note the sarcasm here.

"Oh you are blind also? Or you have concussion? Are you seeing things? God where is uncle Rob? We have to take you to hospital." I pretended to be concerned.

"What are you blabbering?"

"Now you are having amnesia also. Lemme remind you. I was calling you radish. You saw someone beside you and got confused that whom was I calling radish. There was no one beside you I promise. It was you who is a radish." You started this, now take what I give you.

"Whatever. Who argues with a blabbermouth?" He sighed helplessly.

"Right. I'm that. Still, I have a mouth to blabber. You always behave like someone stapled your mouth and you are having a great pain to talk."

He opened his mouth to reply then closed again. Can't get a proper reply dear Ryan? Deal with this.

"There is no use to talk to you." He shook his head in frustration.

"Yeah yeah." I gave him a cheeky smile.

He fumed in anger and looked away from me.

As I said, no one can get away without getting a good reply from me when he himself started it. I am a bitch when I am attacked. Like me or not your wish.

He thought I will be always prim and proper. No I won't. That was really fun to irritate him.

This is going to be a long night.

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Pearl's POV :

Who thought me as in Pearl Bennett oops Pearl Anderson will be seating in Ryan's room fidgeting?

OK, I never ever thought I would be nervous on our nuptial night.

Our nuptial night.

Sounds so dreamy.

Dreamy?

Pearl, you are insane.

Whoa, I am losing it totally. Who talks with herself?

You. My inner self mocked me.

Oh, not again. I won't talk to myself. Huh.

Where is he? Isn't he going to come? Should I change my clothes? Should I fall asleep? What people does on their first night?

Please someone tell me. Its my first marriage for god sake.

Yeah, I saw it on TV drama. But in those, there is always a problem between the hero-heroine. They end up sleeping in different rooms. I am not from any drama. So it's not going to happen to me.

I think I should call someone to know what should I do.

But whom? Claudia? She is my cousin, newly married.

She can help me.

No.

She and her husband just eww. They are always sucking each other's face.

Louisa? Ashley? But they aren't married.

Khalil? He married last year. But he would feel uncomfortable.

Kara? Well it will be embarrassing to talk to her.

Mother? She is married, right? Oh why I am asking? Obviously she is.

I can call her. She helped me when I got my first period. She can help me in my first night also.

Feeling relieved I grabbed my phone from the nightstand beside the bed. But the moment I was going to tap the call, the door jerked open.

There standing, the Greek God himself. I can't help but keep staring at him.

"Like what you see? Click a photo, that will last longer." He gave me smirk which helped me to stop my ogling.

So embarrassing.

"That was the most cliché line I ever heard."

"So you drool over many men?" He furrowed his brows.

"No, I heard that line in many movies." I snapped.

"Well good for you." He said as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

"What are you doing?" Ok I don't stutter in these situation like those girls in novels. Why will I? This won't be the first time I will see someone half naked. Hey, don't imagine something naughty. I saw them on TV or movies. I am still a virgin and I love my virginity. I will only give it to the man I will love.

"Changing my clothes." He said as a matter of fact.

"No shit Sherlock. If you can't remember, let me remind you have a walk in closet. You should change there." I gifted him my best glare.

"OK if you can't remember, this is my room." He said emphasizing every word.

"From today this mine too." I said crossing my hands over my chest.

"No, this was, is and will be my room. Only mine."

Is he a child? How would he manage to run Anderson & Co. one day?

"Please remind me tomorrow to tell uncle Rob that you still a child and you shouldn't be the CEO anytime soon." I mocked him trying to not show my nervousness.

"Yeah how can I forget you are the person who decides what will happen to me on behalf of my father? He is just a pawn of you, isn't he?" He gave me an evil smirk.

"What do you mean?" I really don't know what he is saying.

"Oh you don't know what I mean?" He cocked his one brow up.

"No." I winced at his tone.

"OK long story in short I didn't have any wish to marry you, but I had to."

"But why?" I mean if he didn't wanted to marry me. He could just tell my parents or me before. There would've been a chance for me and Nathan.

Oh shut up Pearl. He is your past. Get over.

My inner self scolded.

"I married you just for the CEO position. Don't know what spell your family do on my father. He blackmailed me to marry you. When he hands over me the business I will give you divorce." Ryan gives me a smirk.

What? He didn't just said that.

He did.

But why?

I wasn't even wanting to marry him.

"If you think that low of me and my family, why did you spoiled my life by marrying me?" I cried out loud. Yeah I am not feeling embarrassed to cry in front of him like those heroine in sappy romantic novels. I am just a normal girl for God sake.

"Trust me I don't even wanna touch you, but its not like you don't whore around. Anyway, that's not my business. You are free to do anything but as you know we have to act as a couple in front of others. It's benefiting for both of us. So, be prepared for your most wanted life, Mrs. Anderson. Congratulations for your marriage." Saying that he turned and left the room.

It is not the life I imagined. It's not a fairytale. This house is feeling like a hell to me. I have to escape from this house and marriage. But how?

My all dreams were crushed by his few words. He will never know how much I was hurt. He has no right to speak with me like that.

He said I whore around. I am still a virgin and he thought I am a whore. Isn't it just wonderful?

Hell, I just got my first kiss today. I would rather say that it was stolen.

And I am a whore?

A slut?

A prostitute?

A harlot?

A strumpet?

Is there anything else that I am but I didn't know?

Tell me I should know.

But whatever I may be, in his eyes, today, he just lost all the respect (if there was any) from my heart.

May be I will forgive him one day but I won't ever forget it.

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Pearl's POV :

His Highness, I mean Ryan Anderson wants me to act with him like I am so happy with this marriage which BTW am not. But what he wants will never happen. I won't ever act. What he thinks of me? Oh, how can I forget? He thinks I am a whore. OK, now this whore will show you how many types of bitch there can be. Just wait.

I looked at myself at the mirror of the attached bathroom of our bedroom. Our bedroom? Sounds so pathetic. The girl staring at me can be anyone but me. Her eyes are red and swollen, hairs are messy and her nose has gone scarlet. What a day it was for you poor girl!

Enough of acting like a weak, pathetic girl. I can do better than this. I have to sort all my shits and be strong. Its showtime baby.

***

Ryan's POV:

I know what I told her was really rude. But she deserved this. What did she think? I won't find out that she was kissing someone before our marriage? I'm not that stupid. I found out it seeing her swollen lips.

You can say that lips can be swollen for many reasons but lemme tell you I am hell lot more experienced to know what kind of swollen it was.

She couldn't wait to do that some other time? She had to do it just before our marriage? Awesome! Don't know what else she did. Even thinking about it creeps me out. There is no other word but whore is perfect for her.

And on top of it, she acts like the perfect angel there ever can be. That whore.

She got me all riled up. I need to calm down and only one person can relax me in this situation, Natalie.

"Hello, I am coming over. Will that be a problem?" I asked her through my phone.

"No, how can it be a problem, silly? Come, I am already missing you here." My angel replied with a melodical voice.

"I will be there in ten." Saying that I hang up.

I will be celebrating my nuptial night the way other does but the only difference will be that I will spend the night with my girlfriend, not my wife.

Pearl's POV:

I felt something warm on my cheek as I woke up from my sleep but didn't feel like to open my eyes. Why do we have to wake up early in the morning? Can't we wake up at noon or evening? I guess not.

I opened my eyes slightly only to find that the window is open and sun rays are coming through it. It would be a beautiful scene if it was in some movie. But believe me on this, it is really irritating. Why do the sun rise from east? I could've got some more sleep. Even God doesn't like me. Oh, please somebody cut me some slack off.

I grabbed my phone to see what time is it. It is only 8 in the morning. There is no sign of Ryan being in this room. But there is a message from him on my phone.

Ryan: Be ready before 11. We are going on our honeymoon.

Honeymoon? Is he kidding me? Where did he find the guts to tell me what to do or not? I'm not going anywhere with him. I have to go somewhere so that he can't find me.

But the million dollar question is, where?

I can't go to Papa's. My friends are out of question, same goes to my siblings and cousins. He knows Khalil. Then where?

I will decide that later, first I have to get out of here.

I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of skinny denim along with a floral top. For footwear I wore my sneakers. I completed my look by tying my hairs in high ponytail, a little bit of mascara, eyeliner and pink lip gloss. I grabbed my Porsche's keys, phone and purse. I quickly packed my backpack with some casual clothes, under wears and other necessary things as I will be gone for two-three days. Now, I am ready to leave this penthouse.

Enjoy your surprise, Ryan Anderson.

Ryan's POV:

"Tony, ask Pearl to come out. We are leaving." I asked my main servant, Tony, reaching the penthouse.

"Sir, she is not here." He replied looking down.

"What do you mean by she isn't here?" I snapped at him. "When will she comeback? Did she told you before leaving?"

'S-sir, ma'am d-didn't told me a-anything but-" He stuttered and stopped without completing.

"But?" I cocked my brows up.

"T-there was a b-backpack with her."

I started pulling my perfectly gelled hair being totally frustrated.

"When did she went out?"

"Around 9 am."

"Hmm. You can go now."

I sat down on the couch. Knowing her she won't go anywhere where I can find her, or would she? Did she went to her or my father to complain about me? What if she didn't? How can I ask them without making them curious?

Oh god, this girl.

Once I get my hand on her, I will show her that what you get after messing with an Anderson.

Pearl's POV:

I am roaming around the New York city for two hours now, still not finding a place to go. I suddenly realized that I have no place to go where he can't find me. That left me with one choice. I have to go to a small hotel. Cause if I go to a five star then he can easily track me down. I am so clever, right? I know, I know, you don't have to tell me.

There is no way I am going back to his place without teaching him a proper lesson.

I began to look around as much as I can while driving my car to find a hotel. After a few minutes, a signboard caught my attention.

"The Nightingale Motel"

I parked my car in front of it. I think it is going to be my home for a few days. Don't you think so?

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