Loving the Devil

7. FAKE HONEYMOON

Hannah's POV

We reached Paris late at night. I was still shocked that why we were here when clearly this marriage meant nothing to him. Or maybe he was ready to give us another try. A black color Range Rover picked us from airport and took us to a five-star hotel. The hotel looked big-budget, with its grand building and modern architecture. It looked more like a palace than a hotel. The hotel management accompanied us to our suite, all women eying Jackson with dreamy eyes and all men looking at him with envy. The manager was acting warily, probably aware of Jackson's status.

Our suite was at the top floor of the hotel. It consisted of a master bedroom, one small kitchen, a tv lounge connecting both rooms and a stylish bathroom. The whole suite was decorated in red and black, one side of lounge was made of glass, giving us mesmerizing view of the whole city.

"Suit yourself. I have some work to do. I'll return by morning.", he said crisply.

"You are leaving me alone. For God's sake, this is our honeymoon. Why are we even here if we are not going to spend some time together?", I added, disheartened.

"You think I brought you here so we could spend a romantic honeymoon. Is it that difficult to understand that I absolutely despise you? You are getting everything you wished for. Isn't that enough?", he said roughly, his voice was taunting. He didn't bother to hear my reply and left the suite, leaving me behind.

I was exhausted of being humiliated and emotionally wrecked again and again. I made up my mind that I would not waste any more minute thinking about him. He made it very clear that he didn't care about me. Then why was I wasting this trip for him. Coming to Paris was like a dream come true. I would make the most of this trip, with him or without him. With that thought, I changed into my pink pajamas. Taking a tub of caramel ice cream from the mini fridge, I tucked myself into the bed and got absorbed in reading The Notebook, which I found in the bookshelf present in the lounge. it was almost 3 in the night when I finally succumbed to sleep.

A soft knock on the door woke me up. The other side of bed and the couch, both were empty, which meant he hadn't returned yet. Pushing his thoughts aside, I opened the door and found the manager of the hotel standing outside my door.

"Mam, the owner of our hotel has arranged a party for her wife's birthday. We request you and Mr. Smith to grace the party with your presence. The boss, himself has called Mr.Smith already. I thought it would be nice to invite you personally.", he said delightfully. At first, I thought of asking Jackson about it but decided against it as he might have more important things to do than attending this party. Assuring the manager that I will come, I closed the door and performed my daily routine.

It took me an hour searching for the perfect dress for the evening. I never had money to buy a fancy dress for me. So everything I packed was casual. Except a dress that Jackson's mother gifted me. Lucy, our maid, must have packed it. It was a white halter neck gown, the embroidered top of the dress hugged my body like a second skin while the bottom flowed down to my knees. I applied some hair products which gave my hair a lustrous look and controlled the frizz and let them down in natural waves. Applying some makeup to give a fresh look to my tired face, I sauntered towards the party.

As I reached the grand hall, I looked around, my eyes subconsciously looking for Jackson. All the women at the party were looking beautiful, in their expensive gowns and perfectly styled hair. I felt self-conscious, no matter how much I tried, I could never complete with them. Maybe that's the reason Jackson hated me. He had to settle for me when he could have any women in the world.

I was lost in my thoughts when somebody patted my shoulder. I turned around, expecting to see Jackson but there stood Zac, in all his glory.

"Seems like destiny wants to bring us closer my lady. What other explanation would you give for us meeting here, far away from our homeland?", he said in a thick accent, bowing down. I giggled at his words.

"I am not alone here. We are on our honeymoon. Besides, what are you doing here Zac?", I asked.

"I would prefer you call me sexy Greek-God.", he added in a soft tone, making me roll my eyes." By the way, the owner of this hotel is a good friend of my father. So I'm here on his behalf"

"Oh, and I thought you are some crazy stalker who followed me from America to Paris.", I accused him in a serious tone, biting my cheeks to stop myself from laughing.

His expressions changed to panic. But he started grinning as soon as he realized that I was just joking.

We spent the next few minutes talking when suddenly his eyes stopped on someone. I followed his eyes and found my husband dancing with a tall, leggy blonde wrapped in her arms on the dance stage. Their bodies were smashed together.

Jackson's eyes turned towards us and a smirk formed on his lips. His eyes wandered to my hands that were linked with Zac's. Hurt and anger flashed in his eyes which he concealed immediately and murmured something in the blonde's ears. She giggled and went outside the hall, swaying her hips. Jackson soon followed her, but not before casting an irritated glare towards Zac.

Tears brimmed my eyes and I rushed towards my room. Zac followed me, calling my name and asking me to stop. But I ignored his pleadings and continued trekking. As soon as I reached my room, I broke down. I sobbed loudly, sitting on my bed. I heard few knocks on my door, but didn't have courage to open it so I ignored it. My heart sank as the scene replayed again in front my eyes. He was probably spending his night with that witch. Different scenarios played in my mind, most of them involved them in her hotel room, with her model-like body wrapped around his toned one. My sobs turned louder, my body started trembling. Exhausted from these intense emotions, darkness soon swallowed me, muffling my cries.

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