His Redemption

Chapter 17: A Chance

Narrator's POV

Marigold sat in her balcony thinking about last week's incident. It's been a week since she met her friends. He bought her a new phone and allowed her to have contacts with her friends only and obviously he added his number in her phone as well. Throughout this whole week Valentino has been acting more softer with her, more sweeter and more kinder?. Marigold didn't want to have Stockholm syndrome but his actions were melting her heart, little did she know her devil was only and only soft to her from the beginning but she was to angry and stubborn to see that. 

She knew she wasn't in love with him but he had slowly started to affect her mind, soul and body. Just a slight touch from him would make her shiver in warmth and pleasure and for the first time she wouldn't feel disgusted. The only time he would become a bit firm is when she would refuse to sleep in the same bed with him which he forced her to sleep on with him while he cuddles her like a cute baby. 

She slowly started to see another side of him and had also started to soften up to him. 'Do I like him?' she mentally asked herself. Every night she would feel his lips over her scars he gave her, which were now fading away. Every night she would hear him whisper how sorry he was for hurting her, for forcing her and how much he loves her. She started to warm up to him but still stayed cold towards him. 

"Love?" he called out to her while sipped on her tea. "yes" she said turning to face him. He came and sat beside her with an envelope in his hand. "This is for you, you truly deserve it" he said and handed the envelope to her. She frowned and looked at the envelope in confusion. "What is in it?" she asked. "Have a look" he said in a happy mood. 

Confused she opened up the envelope and found two tickets to Bora Bora. Her eyes widened as she placed her cup on the table. "What is this?" she asked in shock. Valentino laughed at her cute expression and pinched her cheek playfully while she continued looking at the ticket. "We are going to Bora Bora for our honeymoon" he said. Marigold blinked once, twice, thrice and then turned to him. "WHAT?" she shouted in complete shock. 

Valentino's smile wiped off and was replaced with a hurtful look. "You didn't like your surprise?" he asked quietly. Marigold's eyes widened "No no, I loved it, I'm sorry I was just so shocked" she laughed nervously. His eyes lit up when he heard her say she loved it and smiled. While she was looking at the tickets she didn't realize her husband taking a sip of her tea from the same place her lips were on. "Thank you" she said sweetly.

"Anything for you" he said. "When will we be leaving?" she said "Right now" he stated and stood up. "Wait, what?, right now as in RIGHT NOW?" she gasped. "Yep and your clothes are all packed from before" she huffed and glared at him playfully. She knew this sly devil planned this from before, she didn't even realize some of her clothes were missing. 

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Marigold looked at her husband's private jet in fascination. He held her hand and walked her inside the plane. Her hand felt warm with his touch. The inside was massive, it screamed richness and power. He led her to one of the seats and sat beside her helping her with the belt. Marigold had already travelled in planes before so she wasn't scared of flying but she was nervous as she was going to be a man alone on an island. 

He held her hand and kissed her on the side of her head. The plane then started taking off and off they flew to Bora Bora. Valentino sat there with a laptop on his lap finishing off his work when he felt something on his shoulder. He turned and saw his dove's head on his shoulder while she slept. He chuckled quietly and closed his laptop. 

He slowly picked up his girl in bridal style and took her into his bedroom. Yep, his plane had a bedroom, how cool is that right?.

He laid her on the bed and took of her shoes and coat. He then took off his coat and laid beside her pulling the blanket up to their chest. He laid there with his hand under his chin while his elbow leaned near the pillow she had her head on her. He just looked at her with love and kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then her nose and stopped at her lips. He brushed his finger against her lips making her move a little muttering something in her sleep. 

He adored her, admired her and loved her so much. "I love you my little dove" he whispered in her neck.