Taming My Arrogant Husband

'Ohh... dearest God!' I muttered silently.

"I promise, not just in every valentines day but also on your birthday, every Christmas, new year, anniversaries and on all occasions of our lives...I promise to be there."

And then the world stopped at the same time that my heart stopped beating. I bit my lip as his head bends slowly to capture my lips but he released it through his teeth.

"I love you." He whispered before finally emptying the space between us. And I gladly return his kiss with the same passion that he's giving in to it.

But before we could lose ourselves and forget that we're not the only people in the house, we heard the sound of a bell. We immediately ended the kiss and looked around to find where that sound came from, only to be surprised at the next thing that would happen.

Everyone spread out and headed in a direction I don't know where it leads. I was about to take a step when I felt that someone grabbed my hand and I was stunned that I no longer saw my husband, instead, my brother, my mom, Rian, Craig and Bryan had remained there and all with a smile.

"What is going on here? Where is Daniel?" I asked them, my voice held confusion. Most of the guests left and my eyes followed where they were heading. "Why does everyone go there?" I turned to them when nobody answered my question.

"Come on, baby, you'll find it later. For now, you should change your dress because you don't want your husband to wait for you so long."

"Wait! W-What do you mean, Mom?" I'm sure even the best painter couldn't paint the frown on my forehead.

Steven and Aira both gave me a warm smile, but Bryan smirked at me. What the hell!

"Mom, we're just going to wait for you outside." That's Steven.

"Okay, son. We will be there in less than thirty minutes. Tell everyone to be patient, my boy."

"Sure, Mom."

"Oh, my God---"

"Let's go, Sis!" Rian interrupted me by taking my hand. "We'll explain it to you later, but you have to go upstairs to change your dress! Hurry up!" I was breathless when she started to pull me towards the wooden and glass staircase where I saw Daniel walking down earlier.

"Hey! Why are you guys in a hurry? What is going on here and why do I have to change my dress?"

But to my dismay, nobody answered me. They keep walking on the wide hallway of the second floor until they push one of the doors leading to the large white bedroom. I'm pretty sure it's not the master's bedroom. Because if Daniel wasn't kidding about this house, white would have been his last option to paint in his room.

"Oh, wow! This is---"

"Belle, take off your dress!" My head snapped towards Rian who's now holding a white dress.

"Why should I have to take off my dress and what is that for---

"I said take off because you have to change your dress in this!" She waved the floor-length white gown in front of me.

"But I---"

"Come on, baby, just listen to her. Out time is limited so you have to hurry if you don't want to be late on your wedding."

My eyes widened in shock. I glanced at my mom but she seemed unaware of what she was saying.

"Wedding? My wedding? What do you mean, Mom?"

"Ohh!" She looked at me with her rounded eyes. "Did I say wedding?" She pretended to be innocent.

"Yes, you did! You said I have to hurry if I don't want to be late for my wedding!"

They remained quiet.

"Mom? Rian? What is really happening here?" I took the gown from Rian's hold so she could no longer avoid my question. Then I heard her sigh.

"Fine! I'll just give you a clue because it's supposed to be a part of the surprise, but since you're too eager to know and can't wait for twenty minutes then, yes! This is your wedding and that's all!"

"Wait---"

"Oops! I told you I'll give you only one clue. The rest of the story is for my brother to tell you."

I was about to ask again but the ring of her phone stopped me from reopening my mouth again.

"Hi, hubby."

I mentally rolled my eyes. They had been married for more than six years, but she still seemed so excited to hear her husband's voice.

"Oh, yeah, she's now wearing her wedding dress and yes, she is so beautiful!... Really?... Well, I'm sure he will when he sees her... We'll be there in ten minutes... Bye, hubby, I love you." This time I couldn't help rolling my eyes. She blushed when she mentioned the word 'I love you'.

"Bye, hubby, I love you." I mimicked that turned her face into crimson red.

"Haha... let's see if you can still tease me later, huh! You will experience all of this sooner or maybe later."

I sighed when she put her phone back in her bag.

"Rian, Mom, are you sure this isn't a dream?" I asked looking at their reflection in the mirror. Rian chuckled at me while my mom held my hand motioning me to sit down.

"No, baby. It's not a dream, it's really happening. Daniel loves you and this is one of his ways to show his love for you. Come to think of it, he

wouldn't sacrifice his time, hisel.ne

efforts and everything to do all these things just to make you happy."

"Yeah, your mom is right. We all witnessed how he has changed and his patience in waiting for you. Even if he has to fly to Italy once a week just to see you, so no, Sophia Kelley, this is not a dream!" Rian patted me on the shoulder.

I looked up and glanced at her as soon as those words came out of her mouth.

"What do you mean he has to fly to Italy? What are you talking about?"

She sighed getting the nude lipstick in front of me and without words, she applied it on my lips.

"Alright, I think it's time to reveal another secret. Do you remember the time you ran away from him and flew to Italy?"

"I didn't run away from him! I just had to go back to Italy for my dad."

"Okay, as you say so. He called me that time before following you. He asked me about things that could possibly make you happy. He told me how much he loves you and how desperate he was to take you back. Actually, he was so afraid that you might not come back to him after what happened, so he had to leave his plans from Friday to Sunday just to fly to Italy and see you. He even talked to your Mom about his plans for the two of you---"

"Wait! You mean these past few months he's been flying to Italy every weekend?" My eyes widened like saucers when she nodded and I turned to my Mom. "So, does this means you're talking to him when we were in Italy?"

"Yes, baby. He always talked to me and asked me about you, how you cope up with your father's death, about the De Luca and if by chance you mentioned his name or anything about him. He wanted to talk to you but he was afraid that when you see him, you may reject him and push him away again. So he just settled by looking at you from afar as long as he knows you're okay."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because he asked me not to tell you."