Golden Mask

My husband's secretary had agreed to send all the details she had to all the girls Darius used to date on my e-mail.

I had convinced her to leak the information because I reasoned out that I was going to be Mrs Behrahkis tonight, anyway.

Everything happened too fast that I had no time to think about things and just accept the offer at once.

I was desperate to have lots of money now that I had no job anymore.

Just my luck, Darius had requested his secretary to do background checks on all the models and heiresses before courting them and going out with them.

Darius also had detectives spying on his flings, too.

I wondered how many females he got involved with.

Oh, I remember.

I asked him at the Christmas Party why he was there and knew the location of the venue I had attended.

That means he had spies around me even after all this time.

He didn't forget me despite not replying to my confession for a decade.

Sol, this game he wanted to play with me was ten years in the making.

Darius had no answer and just proceeded to whisk me away into his limousine without my permission.

My friend didn't even have time to call the police because I was kidnapped by a strange man in a suit.

If the police did chase after us, Darius would simply get away with anything just because the handsome bastard was rich and influential.

The crows would turn white before a wealthy bachelor who bought, sold and owned companies by himself and will inherit a family-owned Greek distillery in the future could be accused of kidnapping. The devilish bastard had a face too angelic to be sent to jail.

He had that rakish charm in his words that had the power to turn the tables around.

Shaking my head in my light brownish pink ball gown which was too pale it had blended into my skin tone, I realized that perhaps I made the right decision to marry Darius to avoid another sticky situation.

I would not be surprised if he could manage to send me to jail instead of him if we were ever caught.

But why would he send his future wife to jail?

The dress itself was heavy with frills on the hem of its skirts, had bell-shaped sleeves from the arms, fitting on the elbows to the wrists.

My arms and breasts were all covered up to my virginal collar and I was afraid that the weather would be too hot and humid for my liking.

The gentle breeze from the fitting room's circular windows caressed my back.

I looked over my shoulder and indeed, my whole back had been exposed all this time, making up for the covered up front.

If a person could watch me from afar they would think I was nude.

I didn't have access to the e-mail yet because Islinda had promised me that she would send them tomorrow but I would have preferred if I could see all the girls now but we were busy with the preparations.

I only heard that Darius had dated two famous British supermodels and one well-known American actress.

I stalked Darius after seeing him on TV with the actress once where both of them were interviewed at the entrance surrounded by paparazzi.

A slender arm was wrapped around his when the actress had invited him to accompany her to the Awards Night for a Film Festival.

Honestly. I didn't think that my high school crush could get that level of popularity once.

He wasn't an actor or a star; he was just a wealthy bachelor who happened to be handsome, too.

God had not forgotten Darius when he decided to shower blessings upon mankind.

Darius was born under a silver spoon, blessed with good looks and the intelligence to make himself a billionaire in his young age.

Who wouldn't want a man like that?

I would be really stupid if I didn't marry him when I was given the opportunity.

All I have to do was to take his offer even if the chances of divorce was high.

The bastard had a lot of women at his beck and call, switching from women to women like he was just changing clothes.

Darius was a womanizer.

He was used to getting what he wanted so I might as well give it to him for the sake of money.

At least he was handsome, rich, gave me monthly allowances and treated me well for the whole duration of our marriage.

I didn't think I was prepared to be a sugar baby because I didn't go to school, work hard to get my degree only to become a rich man's wife.

I wasn't built like this.

Ah, I sound like a gold-digger even if I wasn't.

Everything still depends on the pre-nuptial agreement so I can't tell if I would get a lot of money from the divorce.

Hopefully, I would get millions in exchange for future emotional damages inflicted on me if I ever made the mistake of falling in love with him.

A tall, slender girl--with her hair severely tied in a bun to get that professional look--handed me a delicate mask with crystalline gold trimmings.

I pulled it from her grasp, placed the mask in my face and tied the black laces carefully without destroying my styled hair.

The assistant motioned for me to stand in an elevated cylindrical platform and I followed her instructions, holding her hand so that I wouldn't twist my ankle due to my high heels and fall to my death.

That would be tragic to have an accident before the engagement.

Glancing at the floor as I wonder why I was ordered to stand it the platform in the first place.

The curtains slowly parted, beginning from the centre.

I saw Darius sitting on a fancy white couch in front of me with his legs crossed and one of his arms reclined on the back cushion.

The moment our eyes met when I glanced up at him, the corner of his lips curled in amusement. "You look pretty, Mrs Behrahkis."