The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

building. Hannah is crazy if she thinks she can get away with hurting Raven the way she did. I’ve been
patient and quiet, in part out of respect for our past and her relationship to Raven, and in part because
of the guilt I feel every time Raven makes my heart race. But it ends here. There’s a lot I’m willing to
overlook, but tears in my wife’s eyes aren’t one of those things.
Hannah always desperately wanted her rings to be designed by Laurier, but I’ve always
steadfastly refused. I’m not even sure why. Perhaps it’s because my grandmother always insisted that
he was only to be contacted for intricate heirloom pieces. I have no idea, yet I didn’t even think twice
when Raven so much as insinuated that she didn’t like her ring. I know this’ll hurt Hannah, but I’m
done catering to her. I’m done keeping the peace.
Raven doesn’t know it, but I’ve tightly controlled the press surrounding us. Every hint of a rumor
about Hannah and me has been suppressed before it ever saw the light, but I’ll need to be more
careful. It’s harder to control information on the internet. I can do it just fine in newspapers and
magazines, but the internet moves too fast to completely bury stories.
Hannah isn’t used to not getting her way, and I think she’s finally starting to realize that she and I
are truly over. She won’t take well to Raven and I being happy together. That wasn’t part of her plans,
after all. It’d be so easy to destroy her career and remove her from our lives, but I know Raven would
never let that happen. She’s always loved Hannah in a way Hannah never deserved. I can’t risk
fueling Raven’s guilt.
Thankfully, my words gave Raven the reassurance she needed in our relationship, but I suspect
her sadness stems from the knowledge that things will never be the same again between Hannah and
her. For as long as I’ve known her, Raven has made excuses for her sister. I think she’s finally starting
to see that this time, the only way to make her sister happy is by sacrificing her own happiness.
I paste on my best innocent smile as I walk into the house, welcomed by the sound of Raven’s
sweet voice singing a rendition of some pop song I don’t know. She hasn’t been herself since her
argument with Hannah, but she seems better today. I have no doubt she’s seen The Herald’s article,
since I made sure that it’s trending everywhere.
I pause in the doorway to the kitchen and take her in. She’s wearing a long cream-colored
nightgown today, and fuck, she looks far too enticing in it.
It’s odd, because I’ve seen her walk down the catwalk in nothing but underwear, yet this is so
much sexier. Outside of work, she’s always been dressed so professionally that it feels strangely
enticing to see this side of her… this part that only belongs to me. No one but me gets to see my wife
like this, her hair in a bun, no makeup on her beautiful face, and her body on display for me.
“Hey baby,” I murmur as I walk up to her. She smiles at me and lifts her face for a quick kiss.
“What are you making?” I ask, looking over her shoulder.
She turns, and her body brushes against mine. I should take a step back, but I love having her so
near me. I love seeing the way her eyes widen ever so slightly, the way her gaze drops to my lips for
a second before she looks away.
“I’m baking some bread. I’m making enough for both of us.”
I smirk at her and wrap my hand around her waist, startling her. “Are you putting me on a diet,
wife? Aren’t you satisfied with my abs?”
She smiles at me, her eyes roaming over my body for a moment. “I’m not sure. How about you
take off that shirt and show me?”
I smile as my hands move to my shirt. “You don’t think I will?”
“Do you dare to? I’m constantly surrounded by sexy male models. Can you compete with them?”
My lips fall open and I narrow my eyes at my wife as I unbutton my shirt. “You tell me, Rave.”