When the young athletic orphan meets the successful businessman, she can't even imagine him being the son of the Devil, and that he murdered her parents...
...She sat next to her beloved man, snuggled up close and beamed at him, like the sun that was raging outside the aircraft.
"It's the first flight I have ever been on in my life," Martha said before kissing him tenderly on the lips.
"Are you scared?" Robert asked with a smile.
"With you, I'm afraid of nothing," she whispered almost inaudibly.
Martha lifted her glass to her lover, who in turn raised his elegant goblet filled with the luxuriant golden bubbling liquid.
They gazed at each other, feeling their souls braided together.
"To you, my love!" exclaimed Robert.
"No," Martha replied, shaking her head. "To our love!"
The two lovebirds clinked glasses, and sipped their drinks in unison. Martha drank her champagne with her eyelashes closed, taking pleasure in the sweet tickling sensation in her mouth and throat. Delighted, Robert observed the slight trembling that rippled down her refined neck, when she was swallowing...
The illustration by rideka-sama
The excerpt from "Fateful Love" by Mary Sanglante