Daily life of Loveless Desire

Lyra sat down on the polished dressing stool, in a room which seems to be her new home. The comfort that the master's bedroom offers is as cold as the owner. Shifting her gaze from the man sleeping peacefully on the big bed.

This is her new fate, a fate she is set to conquer.The state of her new husband gives her concern, her arm hurts from having to move him around so she could clean him up before she puts him to bed.

She laughed at her miserable condition, Darko should have just hired her as a maid for his son rather than this pathetic condition he placed on her.She had offered herself to be sold in place of her brother even though Darko scolded her for teaching him how to do his job. She smirks at the older man scheme.

Since no reasonable lady from the top class would marry his son, he's pinning him on her. She could see right through his plan but who is she to turn down the offer when her brother's life is on the line.

How was she supposed to make a full grown man who has a mind of his own fall in love with her?Lyra lay down beside him on the bed, after cleaning her face and taking off her jewelry for the wedding.She moved closer to him, her hand in his hair, caressing it. His hair was soft yet sharp.

What a combo.She loves the feeling of her hand in his hair, she noticed Ethan leaning in to her touch. She frowned at his reaction.Lyra continues to caress his hair until she slept off, drained and pitiful.

Darko arranged a proper marriage for the both of them, attended by influential people across the state and the media capturing each moment of bliss.

Lyra kept smiling at the camera while Ethan didn't lift a finger till the wedding was over, he didn't spare his wife-to-be a glance.He left the church after the exchange of rings and vows.Only to come back home drunk and wasted, reeking of alcohol.

Ethan woke up to a banging headache, he tried to sit up when he felt the presence of another body on his. Small but all over him, he frowned trying to remember who she was. His headache seems to worsen with each step he took trying to remember who the lady was.

Did he bring her home last night?, he thought, wincing in pain.He pushed her gently off his body. Her face! Yes he remembers that face. He pushed her off the bed when the realization dawned on him.

Fuck! He groaned."Ouch" Lyra winced in pain, holding her elbow which seems to have broken from the fall."Get me some hangover soup" Rowan commanded, laying down on the bed.

"Was that the reason you pushed me off, what if I've broken an arm" Lyra asked, rubbing her elbow.

"It would have been better if you had broken your neck instead , now would you get lost and do as I say" Ethan glared at her, he threw a pillow to her face.

Her sleepy eyes were adorable and enchanting, she looked too small in her nightgown. Her nipples staring at his face, he could make out her whole body from the revealing nightgown she wore.Was she trying to seduce him by wearing that, he thought, closing his eyes to steady his breath.