THE CEO'S FAKE WIFE

Don't Fall In Love With Me

The night went by so fast, suddenly the digital clock on her cellphone was already showing 4:00 in the morning. With a very dizzy head from drinking too much whiskey, Beatrice got up from her seat on the sofa, and walked around the room, nothing, Luke wasn't there, he wasn't anywhere in their room.

She sat slumped on the thick carpet, leaning her body against the side of the bed. For some reason, her heart felt very miserable, but she didn't really understand what made her feel that way. Was she jealous? How could she feel jealous when she didn't even have a love for him! Was she starting to fall for him? She snorted, throwing the idea out of her head.

She was almost asleep on the carpet when she faintly saw the footsteps of someone in black loafers walking in front of her. She looked up, squinted her eyes that were already a little blurry from the alcohol, then shook her head, trying to focus her gaze. Yep, that's right, it's him, Luke!

He stood looking down at her who was also looking at him with narrowed eyes, it was shown clearly from her face that she was really drunk at that time.

With one quick movement, he reached out his hand to her, so that she would get up from the carpet. But instead of accepting his hand, she roughly brushed him off. For some reason, she was very upset and wanted to scream right before his face, but she had no reason.

"Get in bed! It's cold!" grumbled Luke while pulling her wrist. Beatrice, who was still annoyed tried to let go of Luke's hand which was gripping her arm tightly until her face grimaced in pain.

"Get your hand off me! Don't pretend as you care about me!" she scolded, then suddenly his grip loosened and she fell backward on the edge of the bed made of wood.

She rubbed the back of her aching head, then angrily got up and pushed him hard.

"You two are heartless! Where you could find a groom who left the bride and went with his ex-girlfriend on their wedding day?" she babbled with squinted eyes trying to focus on Luke's very blurry image.

Luke sighed deeply,

"What are you trying to say? You're fucking drunk, Bea! I'm back here anyways, don't make it complicated! Remember we're in a contract marriage don't act like we're a real couple!" said Luke as he took off his shoes and walked to the mini bar, poured water into the glass, and drank it quickly.

"Yes dumbass, precisely because we have a contract marriage that's why! Please read the contract points! We can't have relationships with other people while we are still under a contract! Don't you think about how embarrassed I am in front of your family! I felt so worthless!" she chirped, while staggering a bit, she walked over to Luke who was sitting on the mini bar stool.

"Fine, whatever, I'm sorry, Okay? Is that enough? What else?!" snapped Luke, his face showed everything, it seemed like he hid something from her.

"Yes! You should apologize! I just want to be appreciated! Is that so hard for you?" she snapped back at Luke as she put the whiskey glass on the mini-bar so hard that the glass broke in half, and hurt her hand, but Luke didn't see it because he immediately got up and turned around, his back on her.

"I've valued you million dollars, even more! Are you still asking for another award from me?" said him without looking at her.

Beatrice felt like something sharp was stabbing her heart, it felt so hurt that she almost cry. It turned out that Luke just saw her as a contract wife, exactly as it was written in their contract agreement. It's stupid that she got carried away only because he has been nice to her lately.

Reluctant to answer and indeed having no weapons to answer she turned around and walked out of the room only in the dark blue dress she had worn at the after-party. She didn't even know when the fresh blood dripped down the floor from her palm.

She just kept walking half-drunk and half-conscious, out of the villa, and then down the stairs, she didn't know where she was going. The cold air pierced her bones, she shivered until she felt she could no longer walk.

The temperature in Positano reached eleven degrees celsius that night, while other people were huddled under thick blankets, she was outside in a sleeveless dress, crying without knowing what she was crying for, she looked at her bloodied palms with a few shards of glass stuck inside it and that made her cry even louder.

While in his room, Luke just realized that Beatrice was injured when he turned to go to the bathroom. He got panicked and ran following the direction of Beatrice's blood drop which took him out of the villa. Luckily he had not had time to take off his cold coat so he could walk casually without feeling cold.

While on the other side, Beatrice was huddled on a staircase that was usually used by tourists to go to the beach. She hugged herself and winced as her palms touched her back.

She tried her best to get up and return to the villa, she regretted her stupid decision to go out of the villa without a coat. She should have just gone to Leah's room! But Leah will definitely be mad at Luke for making her friend cry.

"You're Beatrice, right? What happened to you? Are you hurt?" a voice startled her, but she was too weak to answer. Whether because of the cold or the effects of alcohol, she really felt a strong urge to close her eyes.

"Beatrice! Hey! Wake up!" that man patted her shoulder when she was sleeping with her hands folded on the stairs. He examined the wound on her palm and grimaced when he saw the glass cut which turned out to be quite deep.

He swiftly put his cold coat on her body, carried her, and went upstairs to the villa which he knew was the venue for Luke and Beatrice's wedding reception. In the midst of a strenuous journey up the stairs, while carrying Beatrice on his back, suddenly Luke stood blocking his steps.

"You! Why are you carrying my wife! Get off her!" yelled Luke, while looking at Matthew angrily.

Matthew snorted,

"I should be the one asking, why did your wife pass out in the middle of the stairs in the open air without a coat and with her hands covered in blood? Did you torture her?!" his voice sounded very sharp.

"Don't act like you know everything! What are you doing here anyway! You're not part of my family and you're not invited! Give me back my wife!" Luke moved forward and tried to grab Beatrice from Matthew.

While Beatrice, who still hadn't woken up, didn't move when Luke picked her up and took her to the villa, leaving Matthew out there without a coat, because his coat was still on Beatrice's body.

With difficulty, Luke entered the villa, then put Beatrice who was freezing cold on the bed. He ran to get the first aid kit to treat her palm and wrapped it with a bandage. He didn't know how many times Beatrice has been hurt while together with him, was this a curse?

After he finished medicating Beatrice's palm, he covered her with two piles of blankets and sat looking at her eyes which were closed peacefully.

"Please Bea, don't fall in love with me," he whispered because he started to see something different from Beatrice's attitude towards him.

In his heart, he continued saying, "Because Rebecca is still in my heart, and I don't know how to forget her," as if hearing Luke's saying those words, Beatrice's eyes moved a little.

When the morning sun broke, Luke began to fall asleep. When she opened her eyes slowly and was surprised to find herself in the villa. She smiled faintly at Luke who was sleeping next to her and then she closed his eyes again, for some reason she felt comfortable and at peace knowing that Luke was with her.

Did she fall for him? She touched her chest, it seemed like she would let her feelings for Luke just flow as it should. After all, when the time came for them to separate from each other, she just needed to forget about him, she was quite good at forgetting other people anyway...

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