CEO's Obsession: Marry Me, Violet!

Raymond POV:-

“Ah, what a wonderful day.”

Murmuring. I smiled at the mirror as I got ready to meet my future wife.

Just the thought of her being mine makes my heart flutter. She is one in a million, made just for me and I will get her.

She is retained to be mine the moment I laid my eyes upon her.

“Darling, you are mine.” I hummed slowly to myself, getting ready. Of course, she should be proud that I am choosing her out of all girls.

When I beheld her on glimpse, she belonged to me.

All she needs is to polish her manners to become my ideal wife. She needs to be tamed to be the one I want her to be, might be a doll whose strings are attached to me.

‘Sickening, Isn't it?’

But that's who I am. I want her, I get her. I don't care about love, I don't care about emotions, I need her and will get her. With or without force.

“Violet.” An uncontrollable smile reached my lips when her name rolled over my lips.

I canceled all my meetings just to meet her.

Why? Of course we need to decide on the day of marriage.

“Okay, don’t mess up, Raymond.” I cleared my throat, mentally preparing myself to redeem my slipping emotions.

“Fix whatever happened.” Taking a deep breath, I walked closer.

I went to her house. My love leaves the house around 11. So, I reached her home at 10. She must have been awake.

I got out of my car and rang the bell of her house, holding a bouquet of roses, hoping it would help a little and erase the fright I unintentionally embedded.

‘Why do I lose myself in rage?’

Her mother opened the door. I smiled at her as she gave me a shocked look, not expecting me to knock upon her door.

“Oh.. Um..”

She didn’t know what to say but soon regained her posture and welcomed me out of fear. At least Violet isn't like her mother. I know that much.

"Hello, Ma'am. Good to see you. And I am very sorry for what happened last night." I said in a decent way possible, trying to compensate for what I did that night.

“This is for you, Please forgive me. I am ashamed of my act. I.. shouldn’t have acted hastily.” I said sincerely, lowering my gaze in guilt, offering her to roses.

She just gave me a small smile.

"I hope she is not an infatuation for you. She is my world, I cannot bear her sorrow." Her voice came out dejected.

“Please don’t break her.” She pleaded, clutching the bouquet tightly, feeling powerless.

She wanted to throw me out but refrained herself.

"Oh, no, Ma'am, I truly love her. I will try my best to make her happy. Please give me a chance to prove myself." ‘Well only if she behaved herself.’

Keeping the undesirable part to myself, I offered her a feeble smile.

“I won’t disappoint you, I won’t harm her in any way. This won’t happen again.” I said sweetly, controlling my patience, trying to impress her.

“I would have believed you but the fact it happened in the first place stole my belief.” She spoke nonchalantly, showing no expression.

And all I could utter for her consolation was, “I apologize. I will try my best.”

"I hope so.." She gestured to me to take a seat as I sat down, she said.

"Violet is still sleeping. She is not feeling well"

"Is she alright?" I asked, concerned, worried about her.

"She is just a little tired... I shall go and check up on her. Make yourself at home" She said, definitely not meaning her words but said out of courtesy.

As she left I smiled at her, alone in the lounge, unsure what to do. I looked around and saw a wall filled with pictures.

And there were not only old but recent pictures too. Violet with her Mother and Brother at the beach. Them as a whole family at the part, grinning.

‘I bet they must have a lot of fun there.’

I smiled sadly at them.

“What a happy family.” I whispered, staring at them.

I am sure they must have sweet moments of love as well.

How fortunate a person can be to have a loving family, not cruel parents which rip your emotions out from your soul, leaving you as an empty vessel of desires and need.

I am glad I have Celine to remind me I am still alive. The pictures were so beautiful.

Violet, Her Mother, Her Father, Her Brother. If I recall correctly, her father died when she was 15.

She must be devastated about her Father's death, unlike me who felt nothing when my Parents died. Probably the most peaceful moment of my life.

My freedom, I guess…

Violet POV:-

“Damn piece of shit.” I growled, cursing Raymond Smith, resenting his very existence.

“I hope you die terribly, of thirst where you beg for water but no one gives you a drop.” I hissed.

Grabbing my shirt and buttoning it. I was getting ready for work, starting my day as usual, trying to get all the negative thoughts out of my mind for as long as I could.

As I was getting ready Mum came and said in a low voice after locking the door.

"Don't come out of this room unless I say so. Stay here quietly."

"But why Mum?" I asked, arching a brow at her. I was already in a furious mood.

I can take my anger on anyone at this point.

"He is Here." She told me as I looked at her in fear, a deadly shiver went down my spine as very bad omens drained my strength.

Knowing he is here, his presence in this home gave me immense fright, I never felt this petrified in my life before.

I gulped and looked at Mother. "Mum.. he.. He.." I tried to speak but wasn't able to.

"It's okay. I told him you are not fine, lay down and have some rest." I nodded and did as she told me.

After she left, I poured myself a glass of water to calm my vexation. I opened the door and heard Mother talking to him.

“Is this an amusement park?” He asked, pointing at our last picnic with Father.

“Yeah. It was our last vacation with Violet’s Father before he died in an accident.” Mother sighed sadly, hugging her sides.

My heart clenched in grief to recall that day but I shook my head.

“I am so sorry to hear that.” He replied but it brought a silent scoff on my face.

“As if you do.” I muttered.

“I believe it must be a great day. Amusement parks do sound like a wonderful place.” He hummed, looking away with a strange glint in his eyes.

“Yeah. It was, You must have better than that.” Mum hummed, shrugging her shoulders, going back to sit down.

“Oh, I have never been to one. I have never seen an amusement park.” He chuckled nervously, taking a seat again.

‘What? Come on, everyone has been there at least once. Even in childhood.’ I thought in perplexity, moving to get a better glimpse of his face.

“Tsk, liar.” I muttered but it doesn’t seem like he was lying. Was.. he never been there despite being so rich?

“Oh..” Mum made an ‘o’ face before taking a seat as well.

“My parents thought it would be a waste of time and I grew up with responsibilities. Doesn’t matter.” He smiled, shaking his head to shrug this thought off.

I just searched him up last night and came to know his parents died in a plane crash, must be devastating. Maybe he had no one to nurture him, to teach him.

But, that doesn’t give him the right to ravage my life!