My Arranged Husband

Chapter Seven

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 w***e. OK, now this w***e will show you how many types of b***h 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 being act like a weak, pathetic girl. I can do better than this. I have to sort all of my shits and be strong. Its showtime baby.

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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 w***e is perfect for her.

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

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 c****d 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?