My Darling Wife by EpicFaerieTale

Andrew smiled against Claudia's lips and held her against him. Meeting her, well, he never thought that a supposed 'harlot' could be that gorgeous and so gentle as well. He was just a farmer, alone and content. But once she came into his life, he couldn't concentrate anymore...he was in love.

Andrew surely wouldn't ever want to go back and never had met Claudia. She was the love of his life and the last. Always he was told to try out the brothel, see if maybe for once he could be a true man as told by his dumb friends. They never truly matured until he had married her. That was one reason, the brothel, which made him so nervous about loving a woman who gave herself to men for money. It scared him.

((I know that well X3, bad things leading to good))

As nostalgic as Andrew felt, he would attend to the matter at hand. After hearing such painful memories from Claudia, he knew he'd have to make it a very good and romantic night. He would do all he can to help her forget it, even for just a small while.

Andrew chuckled and nodded, taking a deep breath. It was spontaneous indeed, but very romantic in a way. He never knew that any woman and man could go to the extremes as they did. He smiled and nuzzled Claudia's neck. "Yes, I do. It's still very vivid in my head, my dear. What about it?"

Andrew sighed blissfully, smiling. "I swear you must've been a poet or a goddess sometime in a past life. You're too good for me, Claudia." he replied, kissing her once more and pulling away, resting his head against her own. "I love you so much....I just hope that death isn't the end for us."

Andrew smiled and tenderly held Claudia in a tight embrace. He swore that his heart would probably kill him, so swelled with love for her and for it to be returned. This was true happiness. He certainly was happy that his daughter found it as well and hoped it would last as theirs have.
((I have an idea >:3 It's a tad evil, but not in the sense of any death involved...just rumors revealing the truth, ahem....Might we have a few weeks of a skip?))

((*evil kitty ears pop out* Yesh! ))

A few weeks on and one of Andrew's friends came over. For a reason or another, he looked grim. They were in the living room, just discussing about their wives and other humorous things. It was until Christopher decided to add to the mix that a body was found a few days ago, it had looked like his daughter, Antionette. Andrew went almost pale and inquired more about the situation, that they also had found that they were keeping his daughter as prisoner of some kind for years....This infuriated him, making him kick out his only friend and go into the kitchen. "Claudia, get our daughter out here, there's something I must speak to her about and don't question me, woman." he said harshly, never had to use that word unless very upset.

Richard had no clue about what was happening, but he suddenly felt anxious. Once they both were in the living room with Andrew and Claudia, Andrew glared at his son in law. "Richard, is it true that my own daughter was kidnapped by her own cousin? For years?" he asked, biting his lip. Richard froze, unable to speak.

Andrew gritted his teeth, turning red as a ripe tomato. "Answer me, Antionette! If this coward won't then you will." he barked, glaring at Richard and looking back at his daughter with softer eyes. Still, they were filled with betrayal and sadness. Why wasn't he informed!?

Andrew took a fist to Richard's face, hard. Richard fell to the ground, grunting but staring at the floor, he stood, but looked down still. "How could you let this happen to my daughter!? You swore to me the day you asked for her hand to me that you would protect and love her always! How dare you!?" he yelled, making him flinch. Tears streamed down his eyes as he then looked to Antionette. "Why....Why did this happen?"

Andrew closed his eyes tightly, trying not to now kill Richard. Richard however then stepped in. "I had gotten rid of Gregory, especially Darlene. It's not like I let them get away with what they did to my wife!" he growled, stepping up to Andrew. He would bare the punches, and insults too, but never insults to his lack of protection over Antionette, never.

Andrew sighed, shaking his head. "I'm just glad you're alive. But you, Richard, I want to not see you in this house. You're scum." he said, scoffing and going upstairs, slamming the door shut to their room. He had left Claudia, not wanting to see the two. Richard bit his lip, looking at Claudia. "I-I'm sorry..." he said, tears falling.

Richard gulped and looked over at Antionette. "I never knew your father could find out. But I guess lies have their way of coming back to haunt you..." he said, sighing and hugging her tightly. "I'm sorry it turned out this way.." he mumbled. Andrew however had laid in bed, holding his head rather tightly from refraining from screaming.