Chapter Four
At the club, the music throbbed through the packed space, and the crowd danced under flashing lights. Declan's phone vibrated, pulling him away from the festivities. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was an emergency business call from Europe, it was concerning some stocks and investments deals so he had to pick. Excusing himself with a quick nod to Stella, he stepped outside into the quieter night air. Meanwhile, Denver, Clara’s boyfriend, leaned closer to Stella, a sly smile playing on his lips. He has always wanted Stella for himself before Clara seduced him and blackmailed him into dating her. He couldn’t resist how beautiful and sexy she looked even though she got married. He couldn’t resist her and he always had a boner just by staring at her beauty. “Just a taste of her before that her bastard nobody husband comes back “ Denver thought to himself thinking he can get away with anything since the club is busy with people just getting drunk and not paying attention. He held out a glass of red wine to her. "Hey beautiful, You look like you could use a drink," he suggested, his eyes flickering with a hint of something more than casual interest. Stella glanced at the glass, then at Denver, hesitating. She wasn't much of a drinker, especially not red wine, which she found too heavy. But Denver persisted, pushing the glass closer. "Come on, it's just a drink. To celebrate your wedding, right?" Reluctantly, Stella took the glass, her fingers brushing against his and this made him excited and even more horny. Denver watched her closely, a little too closely. Stella noticed and felt uncomfortable under his gaze. Clara, noticing from across the room, smirked and whispered to a friend, "Watch this, Stella will embarrass herself tonight in front of a lot of people." She was aware of Denver's interest in her sister Stella and even though she is irritated and jealous of her sister , she saw this as an opportunity to use Denver’s lust and cause some drama for Stella. Denver didn't stop at one glass. As soon as Stella's was half-empty, he was there with a refill, this time with a flute of champagne. "Why not try this one too? It's a celebration, after all,you’re the bride so you should be happy" he urged, his voice smooth. Stella looked at the champagne, then at the wine. She didn't want either, really, but felt cornered and under pressure. With Declan outside, she felt even more isolated amidst the noise and the crowd. She reached for the champagne, her hand shaking slightly. Stella felt uneasy. The alcohol in her hands suddenly felt heavier than before. She looked around, hoping to see Declan, but he was still outside. Taking a small sip from the wine, she tried to pace herself. Clara smirked from her spot by the bar. Her plan was simple: get Stella drunk enough to make a fool of herself and disgrace the family so that she won’t be considered as the better sister and legitimate heir to the family company. She wanted to show everyone that Stella, the ever-perfect sister, could lose control too and act foolish. Clara wanted the company shares and inheritance all to be under her control and not Stella. Clara wants to be able to afford all the latest Birkin bags , sports cars and diamond earrings that’s trending on social media and among celebrities. As Stella reluctantly prepared to take another sip, her head started to spin slightly from the loud music and the heat of the crowd. She didn't enjoy the sensation of the alcohol on her lips. Just then, Declan entered the club. He was a sharp man so he immediately noticed the situation from afar. Stella looked uncomfortable and surrounded by glasses of string wine. His steps quickened as he approached, his expression darkening. Reaching Stella, Declan didn't hesitate. He took the glasses from her hands and set them down on a nearby table. "That's enough," he said firmly, his voice calm but assertive. Denver stepped back, surprised by Declan's sudden interference. "Just having a bit of fun,stay away from her and our circle of old money. I knew her before a bloody nobody like you came out of nowhere and married her" he muttered, trying to justify himself. Declan turned to Stella, concerned in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, checking her face for any sign of distress. Stella nodded, relieved. "Yes, just feeling a bit tipsy. I really didn't really want those drinks," she admitted, her voice low. Clara became furious that her plan had been ruined and she stormed towards Stella and Declan. "What's the big deal, Declan? Can't Stella handle a few drinks? We are here to party, why can’t you allow her to take her wine in peace !” she snapped, her tone accusatory. Declan faced Clara, his stance protective in front of Stella. "The big deal is her comfort and safety is what matters to me.That's my priority and besides she is my wife and my duty is to protect her “ he stated, his look stern. Clara scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Whatever," she huffed, turning on her heel and walking away, angry that her plans failed while she took a long sip from the wine she was taking. Stella looked at Declan, gratitude mixed with surprise. "Thank you for standing up for me but this doesn’t change anything or the way I feel about you, I don’t like you or this marriage so keep your distance from me because I still feel like you took disadvantage of me or maybe you tried to rape me that night " she said ,her voice sounding so heartbroken.Chapter Five As Declan and Stella moved to a quieter part of the club, a few of Denver's friends who watched the exchange between Declan and Denver, began to mock Declan. Their voices were loud and their words cut through the noise of the crowd, hurling insults towards him."He looks like he should stick to beer, doesn't he?" one of them laughed loudly, catching the attention of nearby partygoers."Yeah, can he even afford a sip of the champagne we're drinking?" another added, his tone dripping with disdain.Declan, overhearing the comments, turned to face them. His expression was calm, but his eyes were sharp. He approached the group, with Stella a step behind, observing quietly."You think I can't afford it?" Declan asked, his voice even but loud enough for others around to hear."Why don't you buy your own drink then? Show us if you can match what we drink," one of Denver's friends taunted, smirking confidently.Without responding verbally, Declan pulled out his credit card and s
Chapter SixDenver stormed out of the VIP room, his face red with anger and embarrassment. The loud music of the club pounded in his ears as he pushed through the crowd.He was tipsy, and his vision blurred slightly, but his anger fueled him as he staggered toward the stage where the DJ was busy playing music.On stage, a young man was busy adjusting a microphone. Denver didn't care who he was; he just wanted to yell at someone, anyone since he couldn’t yell at Declan, who had embarrassed him."Hey!" Denver shouted as he climbed onto the stage. The music drowned out his voice, but he moved closer, poking the man's shoulder roughly. The man turned, surprised."Can I help you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow."You think you're so great, don't you?" Denver slurred, jabbing a finger at the man's chest."Well, you're not!"The man frowned, stepping back. "Do I know you?" he asked, clearly confused."You're about to," Denver sneered, but before he could continue, someone from the crowd shoute
Chapter Seven Declan pushed his way through the crowd, his face flushed with fury. Stella stood still, her expression a mix of defiance and fear as Jacob's words hung in the air."How dare you speak to my wife like that!" Declan shouted, stepping forward to shield Stella.Jacob sneered. "It's none of your business. I'm talking to Denver and Stella."Declan's hands clenched into fists. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm the storm inside him. If he lost control now, he might do something regrettable.When Declan reopened his eyes, Jacob was reaching out to touch Stella’s arm. Rage surged through Declan again.“How dare you touch my wife! Don’t make me warn you again, or you’ll be waking up in the hospital!” Declan’s voice was a low growl, barely controlled.The club had gone quiet. Everyone was watching, murmuring to each other about what might happen next.Jacob, unphased and arrogant, raised his hand, aiming to slap Declan across the face. His smirk suggested he enjoyed
Chapter Eight As Jacob felt the sting from the slap, anger boiled up inside him. He turned to his uncle, his eyes full of fury. "You need to handle this! He's acting like a crazy mad man!" he shouted, pointing at Declan.The club owner, a tall and strong man who everyone respected, looked straight at Jacob. He spoke in a calm but firm voice, "Jacob, say sorry to Mr. Declan now, or I will stop giving you money and take away your credit cards," he said, making it clear he was serious.Jacob, feeling proud and stubborn, shook his head. "No! Why should I say sorry when—"Before he could finish, the uncle signalled to his security team. Two big men quickly came over, grabbed Jacob, and forced him to kneel in front of Declan.People around them gasped. One security guard took out a small device that made a buzzing sound, showing he meant business.It was a torturing device that can electrocute and make someone feel so much pain till the person faints. Scared of getting hurt and embarrasse
Chapter Nine The mood in the club calmed down as the music started again, but people were still buzzing and whispering about the drama that had happened earlier. The club owner, Uncle Jim, knew exactly why he had acted so protectively toward Declan. He had recently found out something shocking since he is into the business of hosting the super rich business moguls and top government officials of the country. He rushed to the club when he chef the security camera and saw that Declan was there but when he came he found his nephew being disrespectful and embarrassing him. Declan was supposed to take over a very secret and powerful organisation. This group had a big say in politics, the military, oil and gas, and many other businesses all over the 7 continents of the world. Uncle Jim learned this through his wide network of connections. A reliable friend in the intelligence community had accidentally mentioned Declan's role, stressing how important and far-reaching his influence was
Chapter Ten Clara, still laughing, turned her attention to Declan, her voice laced with mock seriousness. "I mean, look at this," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "The owner must think you're some kind of celebrity or something. Got it all wrong, huh?" Denver, who was also quite tipsy, picked up on Clara's tone and joined in the teasing. "Yeah, Declan, who did you think you were tonight? The king of the world?" he chuckled, nudging Declan in the arm. Their laughter grew louder, drawing even more attention from the people around them. They were clearly enjoying the moment because they were back to mocking Declan, their words slurring slightly as they continued to poke fun at the situation. "Seriously, Declan, I didn't know we were in the presence of royalty," Denver continued, raising his glass in a mock toast. "To Declan, the mistaken fake VIP!" he exclaimed, laughing. Clara clapped her hands, adding, "Yeah, all hail King Declan, friend of the mighty and the powerful
Chapter Eleven “Mmmmm” Declan remembered how their kisses grew more passionate and how his hands wandered. He remembered how Stella responded with equal fervour, clearly ready to take things further when they were together the last time. The atmosphere now was charged with similar anticipation, but just as they were about to cross into more intimate territory just when he was about to kiss her, Declan paused. He pulled back slightly, looking into Stella's eyes with a mixture of desire and concern. He remembered how much red wine Stella had consumed at the club. The thought made him hesitate; he wanted to be sure she was fully in control of her decisions, not just caught up in the heat of the moment influenced by alcohol. "Stella," Declan said gently, his voice low and careful, "are you sure this is what you want tonight? I don't want the wine speaking for you." Stella looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and care in them. She felt a rush of affection for Declan, appreci
Chapter Twelve “Hahahaha, you’re so funny ! Are you an upcoming comedian?” “No, I’m not “Declan replied but he ignored his reply. Stella's brother laughed out loud, dismissing Declan's claim. "You must be joking," he scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is the event of the year. There’s no way a commoner like you could be invited, let alone be the guest of honour. Just because you married my sister doesn’t mean you’re suddenly an important part of the society! Better know that” The room filled with a tense silence as everyone waited to see how Declan would handle this new challenge. Declan maintained his composure, his expression calm and assured. Stella's brother, unable to contain his disbelief and irritation, raised his voice at Declan. "It's insulting for you to come into our house and lie about being a businessman!" he exclaimed, his face red with anger. He then turned to Stella, "You need to learn how to handle your husband and keep him quiet like a dog