Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

Grace hesitates for a moment before speaking, her voice shaky. “Steve, when I was a kid, someone tried to…” She pauses, intensifying my tension.

“What, Love?” I ask, getting impatient.

She finally reveals, “The butlers of my house try to rape me.” The tremble in her voice reveals the deep scars they left.

My heart clenches with agony at the revelation of her past, and every fibre of my being ignites with rage. I want to tear apart those despicable bastards who have inflicted such agony upon her. I want to make them suffer, to give them the same torment they’ve given to her.

I never knew about this part of Grace’s past, and this explains why she behaved rudely with the domestic workers. Why didn’t I ask this before from her? Now I regret so much for always shouting at her instead of trying to understand her.

She continues, snapping me back to the reality. “No matter how much I try to be strong, Steve, those horrific memories don’t leave my mind.” She hiccups, wrenching my heart. “They haunt me every night when I close my eyes to sleep. Now-now, when one of them is out of prison, I can’t breathe. I feel like he’ll come and-”

Her words reveal the pain she has gone through in her childhood. I’m just numb. However, I have to handle her, I can’t let her fall weak.

I interrupt, trying to console her. “Love, just relax. You’re with me now.” I constantly stroke her hair to comfort her. “I won’t allow anyone to lay eyes on you with evil intent. If anyone dares to even think about it, I’ll gouge out their eyes and make sure they never see again.” My voice turns dark.

“I’m so terrified, Steve. I can’t take it. The memories aren’t leaving my mind. They’re driving me crazy.” As she cries, I forcefully pull her away from me and cup her face to make her look into my eyes.

It’s so hard to control the tears trickling down my cheeks, seeing immense pain and fear in her eyes. Every second, I feel an overwhelming desire to burn those bastards alive who have caused her so much anguish.

I can’t believe the courageous Grace I fell in love with is carrying such pain inside her. I wish I had known it earlier, then I would have never let her go away from me.

“Love, you’re fine. I’m here for you,” I whisper, wiping away the tears that escape her eyes. “I promise to protect you. No one can harm you, not anymore.” Her eyes search mine for reassurance, and I hold her gaze. “And don’t forget how strong you’re now. You’ve faced the darkest corners of your past, and you’re still standing.” I continue, gently brushing her hair away from her face, “I fell in love with the resilient, courageous Grace, and that’s who you are.”

As she takes a shaky breath, I gently caress her cheek with affection. “We’ll face this together, hand in hand. You’re not defined by the pain you’ve endured. You’re defined by the strength with which you’ve risen above it.”

“But he is out of jail, Steve,” she murmurs, her voice trembling with fear.

“Now you’re not alone, Grace. Trust me, I won’t let him anywhere near you.” I declare with determination in my eyes.

Her hand clutches mine, seeking comfort and reassurance. “I can’t face him, Steve. The mere thought terrifies me,” she admits, the vulnerability in her gaze clearly visible.

“You won’t have to face him alone. I’m here, and we’ll deal with this together,” I assure her, my grip on her hand tightening. “Whatever it takes to keep you safe, I’ll do.”

A relief flashes in her eyes, and she rests her head on my chest. “I’m so glad you’re with me now. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out, Grace. I love you, and I’ll always be here for you,” I whisper, sealing the promise with a gentle kiss on her head.

“Fuck! Steve, where are the twins? How can I be so careless? I forgot about them.” She moves away from me and freaks out as she recalls about our babies.

“Hey, relax.” I cup her face and reassure her in a soft tone. “Twins are fine, and they are with Olivia and Dad.”

“I’m such a terrible mother. I left them alone-”

“Shut up. You’re the best mother. No one can take care of our babies better than you. It’s just that you weren’t in the right state of mind.” I explain to her, fixing my gaze on her.

“And nobody can understand me better than you. I feel so lucky to have you, Steve. You’re a gem.” She conveys her feelings with a smile on her face.

Seeing her smile, I feel as though I’ve regained my breath.

“You’re my everything, Wifey.” I lean in and capture her lips in a soft kiss, gently holding her chin.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

We pull apart as my phone rings. I pull it out of my jeans pocket and glance at it. “It’s your father.” As I tell her, she asks me to answer the call, putting it on speaker.

“Hey, Steve. Why aren’t you answering my calls? It’s urgent. Keep Grace away from news.”

We both glance at each other, listening to his words.

After sighing, she tells him, “Dad, I have already seen the news on my phone.”

There is a moment of silence before her father utters, “Sweetheart, you don’t have to worry. The cops are searching for him, and we have increased security around your place. He won’t be able to harm you.”

“Don’t worry. Steve is with me, and I’m fine.” She answers him, keeping her eyes filled with gratitude fixed on me.

“Yes, I am with her, and I’ll do everything to keep her safe,” I affirm, taking Grace in a side hug.

He exhales a sigh of relief. “Good. Just stay cautious. We are doing everything we can to track him down. If you notice anything suspicious, inform the security immediately.”

As he hangs up, I pull Grace into my arms and kiss her head, promising myself to protect her till my last breath.

As our babies return from the garden with Dad and Olivia, Grace steps out of my embrace to take Evan from Olivia.

“Oh, Momma is sorry, baby, for leaving you alone,” she apologises, kissing Evan’s face.

Dad seizes the opportunity to taunt her, “Don’t leave my grandchildren alone like this, Grace.” She looks at him with guilt in her eyes.

“Dad, please not now. I will talk to you later about this.” I explain, taking Giana from him, she is busy sucking her toy.

“Fine!” Dad storms out, showing his displeasure.

Olivia exits, giving us some privacy.

“Steve, Dad is so angry with me,” Grace confesses, her voice breaking.

I can’t bear her sadness. It hurts me.

“Love, give him some time. He will surely forgive you. I’ll talk to him. You don’t have to worry about anything when your husband is with you.” I reassure her to lighten up the atmosphere.

Finally, her lips curl up into a smile upon hearing my words, and I sigh.

As Giana’s toy falls to the floor, she cries, catching our attention.

“My princess! Here is your toy. Stop crying, baby,” I pick up her toy and hand it back to her, and she instantly stops crying and resumes playing with it.

“My little princess.” I plant a kiss on her face, enchanted by her cuteness.

My phone rings in my pocket. It’s my P. A. calling.

“Just postpone today’s meeting. I’m not coming today.” I instruct him.

My gaze shifts to Grace, who is already looking at me, signalling not to cancel my meeting.

Ignoring her, I conclude the discussion with my P. A. and end the call.

She assures me, “Steve, you don’t need to postpone the meeting. I’m fine now, and security has also been tightened.”

I state in a firm tone. “There is no need to discuss it. I’m not going anywhere, leaving you alone.”

I just shake off her trembling figure under the table out of my mind. The vulnerability in her eyes haunts me, and my protective instincts are in overdrive.

“But-”

I gently cup her face in my hands, looking deep into her eyes. “Grace, you’re my priority. I can’t focus on work when you’re going through this. The meeting can wait.” She tries to protest, but I place a finger on her lips. “No arguments. Your well-being comes first.”

“I love you, husband.” She confesses, gazing into my eyes before pecking at my lips.

Evan notices the sweet gesture and pecks Giana’s cheeks, mimicking the way her mom kisses his father. His innocent action instantly bring a smile to our faces. It’s incredible how our twins possess the magical ability to make us smile no matter what.