My taste My love

Synopsis:

That moment when you are being stood up by your lover on your special day. When you are standing at the altar feigning smile at the one you ought not to marry..the one that fills the space of your beloved..

"Do you take .......to be your lawfully wedded wife" the priest asked. It was not meant to be her nevertheless for reputation, he obliged..

"Yes...I do"

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A young woman is persuaded into marrying her cousin's Fiance to save her family's image. She agrees eventually willing to take the risk. She knew she was entering a loveless marriage with a man whose heart belongs to another. Still, she did it all for family.

Clarissa David, faces a dynamic change in fate when her cousin gives her a chance for happiness. Will she be able to steal the Billionaire's heart like she wanted many years ago?

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She sat at the edge of the bed. It was the second day after their wedding and still, he hadn't had a proper conversation with her. Not because she was a stranger or anything but because, he couldn't shake off the feeling just yet that he couldn't be in wedlock with the one he ought to. Everything was still a blur to him.

"Why aren't you coming to bed?" He asked after a while of hesitation. He probably knew what she was going through and it was going to take her a while to let it all sink in. Imagine being surprised with a life partner, not just any but the one that should be calling out vows to your cousin instead.

She sighed and turned to him and he only hoped that she could see he was really concerned about her. But when she looked at him, instead she saw relaxation and calmness. Quite the irony of herself at the moment and she only frowned the more. How was it possible, she thought, that he was so calm about everything? He should be angry, frustrated and livid that he didn't get married to her cousin but he was calm?!

"You don't want this marriage, do you? How are you so calm about everything? For goodness sake Daniel, all of this is disturbing." She told him and he sighed in tiredness.

"It's the middle of the night Clarissa and you talk about this now? You know I think you're just stressed out, the least you can do is getting rest."

Rest?! She almost scoffed out loud. This was exactly what she was implying when she said that he was a little too calm about this whole thing. Too calm that it was already confusing her.

"Won't you come to bed?" He asked. Instead, she turned to him and said, "I need to be alone for a while, I'll come to bed when I'm ready."

Lying back on the bed, he gave a tired yawn. "Suit yourself." He muttered before shutting his eyes immediately to sleep. The gesture was enough to get her to stare at him for quite a while. She took her attention away from him when it was evident that he had fallen asleep.

Perfect! She was going to spend the rest of her life with a guy who couldn't stand a conversation with her. Just perfect!

Probably, a guy who was in love with another.

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Daniel rolled over immediately furrowing his brows at the morning sun that managed to penetrate the curtains. He groaned in discomfort before letting his eyes open. The first thing he noticed, was the feeling of loneliness and the cold side of the bed. Slightly, he was upset and worried at the same time. Looking around the room for where she could be, his eyes eventually landed on the sleeping figure on the couch. For first, there was no need to be worried after all, he almost thought she pulled through with the idea of not sleeping.

As if she could!

And for second, he couldn't make out why he wasn't glad that she slept on the couch. Yesterday, she was fine with it. She even fell asleep before him. He had no problem at all seeing that she was tired from all the activities. And today, she sleeps on the couch, confusing! He sighed and got out of bed.

"Clarissa," and that was all he needed to wake her up. She slowly opened her eyes and covered her self more with her blanket. Her eyes darted around until they finally landed on him. He gave her a soft smile which she returned without much hesitation.

"I didn't mind you sleeping on it." She frowned in confusion but he gestured to the bed to ease her of her confusion.

"Oh, I thought it made you uncomfortable, that's why, but it's fine I'd totally preferred the couch."

"I insist but if you think you can manage you should make yourself comfortable at least, get yourself some pillows." He said and she nodded.

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The sounds of cutleries acting against ceramics were a little pronounced at the dining table. The whole family was down for breakfast already. Clarissa couldn't tell half of what they were talking about. Daniel could tell, she was very much distracted and the reason could be because she was probably still overthinking the whole arrangement.

"Clarissa?" Daniel called but she was distracted enough to ignore him. He had to place his hands above hers and she recoiled in shock.

"What's wrong?" She shook her head and continued to eat and he just watched her silently.

"Would you like to work with us?" Every one turned to Frederick who gave out a smile. Clarissa could say she was caught off guard, she stuttered. Kara paused her eating and raised a brow at her husband in curiosity. What was he trying to do?

But then, her response didn't surprise them all. "Well...yes. I would love to." Clarissa told him and he smiled in reply.

"Are you interested in giving her a job at the company dear?" The man nodded and Kara frowned.

"Wouldn't it be best we see how hard and well she works before burdening her with several tasks?" Kara said smiling to herself when her husband actually contemplated her words. Daniel stared at his mother wondering where all of this was headed.

"I mean you haven't done anything like it before, have you? I found out you were too busy making a life for yourself to actually have interest in working at aunt's company, am I right Clarissa?" The girl was dumfounded at that point to alter a response. Daniel wanted to interrupt but the voice of his father made him pause. Before she became his wife, Clarissa was first a friend and his mother humiliating her, was something he noticed he couldn't take.

At least he hoped that it was the only reason.

"What do you suggest then?" Frederick asked.

"New workers are said to possess novice qualities. I would suggest that she starts from the scratch. A secretary wouldn't be that bad."