Hell Of A Marriage

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This is the only authors note this book will have, so please read it.

Hell Of A Marriage, although a spinoff from Little Nerdy Nightmare is a stand-alone book.

*PEOPLE TO KNOW BEFORE READING.*

Taylor Snowfall: The woman Keenan loves who is in love with his best friend. Although her presence doesn't appear much displayed in this book.

Phoebe Cates Snowfall: She was Keenan's first love interest, but she was Rory's kid sister, and he told Keenan to end the relationship.

Jack Snowfall: Taylor Snowfall's younger brother and husband of Phoebe Gate. ***

Hey everyone and welcome to HELL OF A MARRIAGE. It's so nice to have you here. You are at the right place at the right time. Thank you for joining me on this journey. Will Keenan Hilton finally get the happily ever after he deserves, or will he be trapped in other people's shadow all the rest of his life? Join me as we find out.

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"Miss Klean, the CEO would like to see you now." The junior secretary said to Varisha Klean with a warm smile and for a strange reason, whatever had caused Varisha to have doubts about this interview seems to have disappeared at this moment.

After attaining a degree in hotel management at Stanford University, Varisha set to prove to the world that she could make it without their support.

She never got their help when she needed them, anyway.

This was the first step to being the girl she was truly meant to be.

Her parents separated when she was twelve and the court granted her father full custody of her and her brother because of his influence, even though he was abusive both physically, verbally, and sexually to both of them.

Varisha had grown up watching his father mistreating and abusing her mother and her mother, only having the strength to leave fifteen years after their marriage. Tasha Klean had filed for a divorce, citing that the marriage had a lot of physical and emotional abuse.

Tobi Klean her father, was a control freak and always had anger management issues and he had only got worse after their mother filed for a divorce. He would always blame them Varisha and Andrew her twin brother for every misfortune that ever came his way, like how he lost his job and couldn't find a decent job, and how he couldn't get his old life back, how his life sucked, how he wasn't able to make anything out with his life and how it was all their fault. He'd always find them revolting, annoying, making Varisha wonder why he wanted custody.

When Varisha and her brother turned fourteen, they ran away from home to their mother, which they had then thought was the safest place on earth until a day when they came back home from school only to find their mother, dead on the floor of her home. According to the police report, she had been shot, and the killer had gotten away before the police and although the case was opened for weeks, there was no positive outcome. Their dad had come up at the funeral, but they knew he must have had something to do with her death. Varisha knew they were young back then, but they were not dumb.

After the funeral, Tobi demanded that Varisha and Andrew return home to him, and while Vary refused his offer, Andrew thought about it. According to Andrew, who had been keeping a close tab on Tobi, he had taken counselling and already found himself an outstanding job and that they could use that. He also stated that they wouldn't survive on their own, seeing that they were still minors and they needed a superior watch and guild so they won't get thrown into the orphanage home. Varisha refused because she knew he had not changed a bit and only going to abuse again. Andrew didn't know about the sexual abuse, and Varisha didn't want to tell him.

She knew their father hadn't changed; she knew he would soon be back to his old ways, especially as soon as they returned home with him. Varisha couldn't convince Andrew to come with her and he couldn't convince her to come with him and so they separated, and that was the last time she saw her twin brother and that was seven years ago.

She walks into the CEO's office as directed by the junior secretary and she enters the office. The seat faces to the window so that she can't see the face of the man in the room who should take her interview.

"Can you please close the door, please?" comes the deep voice behind the desk and she nods immediately, closing the door and gripping harder on her purse in anxiety.

She had submitted her credentials at the Hilton's hotels not really expecting a call because come on it takes luck to get this chance, and someone once told her that as a woman only get above by being one of these three; being really smart, knowing people in powerful places or being on your knees, but when she had gotten a call from the Hilton hotel manager asking her to come for an interview today, she knew it was her once in a lifetime chance and she had to bring all the smartness that got her straight A's throughout college to this interview.

"Are you going to just stare at the seat, or do I need to tell you to have a seat before you have a seat?" comes the same voice, except this time a little irritated. Why was he being irritated at her? Has he seen her before? And how the hell does he even know she isn't seated?

Probably the tinted glass wall has a reflection of her. She brings herself to look at the window, hoping to see him, but she does not see his face.

It's all her fault. Instead of going to bed last night, she should have done her research on the man she was coming to meet today, and that way she wouldn't be here wondering what this man looks and acts like.

The man behind the chair makes an angry grunt, and my heart skips. "If you're not ready for this interview, I'll not have you waste any of my time."

She shakes her head quickly like he could see her. "No, I really need this job." She admits unable to his the desperation for the job.

"Then get seated, damn it, I don't have all day!" he commands, and she silently obeys, although she really wanted to tell him that.

'He is being a sick, arrogant jerk.'

As the thought leaves her head, he answers, "If you had learnt how to control your mouth, then maybe you could have gotten a chance at this job. Now leave my office this minute."

Varisha raises her brow confusedly, wondering what she had done to make her lose her once in a lifetime opportunity. "Excuse me?" she asks, more of blurts out in confusion.

"Calling your to be boss an arrogant jerk is the top of 'things to do to stay unemployed for life's list'." He said with an acidic voice laced with anger and so much frustration, she almost can feel him burning from so far away.

"Well, most employees think their employer and bosses are jerks, bitches and asshole." She chuckles, which isn't quiet because it is loud enough for the man behind the seat to hear. "If all employers were to pay attention to the words uttered by their employees, then they will have no employees because they'd probably fire all of them, and that would be ridiculous because without the employer no work will be done and then you will be no boss."

"Well, none of them had ever taken it upon themselves to call me a dick to my face before." Answer the voice of the man she's yet to see.

"I didn't mean to call you a dick; it was supposed to be an inner thought, one that everyone has. I'm sorry, I take it back. I need this job." She knew she was sounding kind of pathetic, but she knows she can't help it. She needed the job desperately. If only her big mouth hadn't gotten in the way! 'I have to prove to myself I can survive without Tobi Klean.' She whines to herself, her heart breaking at the thought of losing this chance. That line has kept her at her peak throughout college. Her father told her she couldn't be anything, and she wanted to prove to herself that she could.

What she said or something similar to it makes him turn around to see the pretty lady who has been making him feel like blowing his brains out because of how dumb and smart she seems to be all at once. She is pretty with those adorable brown eyes and full lips and he wonders how those pretty lips could utter the crap he's been listening to in the last five minutes.

Okay, he's attracted to her at first sight and the image of her in the tinted glass has nothing on her, but then again she isn't the first he's been attracted to at first sight, so that won't make it any easy for her, in fact, it's going to make things even more difficult.

Varisha looks up at him and oh boy she had to admit to herself that 'He is beautiful!' she unknowingly blurts out again, guess she can't seem to differentiate a loud whisper from thoughts and he can't help smiling at how cute that is.

Her eyes drop to his nose and the full beards he's raring that's almost covering up his mouth, and this further confirms her suspicion when she first heard him speak 'he is also Italian!' she says and it sounds more like an irk which is really not what she thinks. She's been keeping up with Gomorrah, her favourite Italian show and it helps her understand the Italian culture and styles and, most of all, accent.

He has heard her and frowns at her words, not wanting to read into them deeply, but doing it anyway and he had let the opinion of someone he knew nothing about affect him.

He clears his throat and, having had enough of her craze show, he replies, "Yeah, as far as I can remember, I am, and you are black, and I'm not employing you."

"Is that because of what I said earlier or because I'm black because I am suddenly confused." She counter, trying to keep her mind from wandering off to analyze his solid and firm face and oh goodness, his hair!

"You were the first person who mentioned race."

"I didn't say I wouldn't be your employee because you were Italian now, did I?"

Suddenly he does not know what the hell she is rambling out of her mouth because none seems to make sense. How did she get to decide if she should be employed or not? "You aren't even employed yet, so you can't decide what you want in your employer."

"Well, would you want to change that?" Her brow rises curiously.

Is she seriously trying to manipulate his decision?

Why was he even having this conversation? There were others out there waiting to be interviewed, but she seems to be one of those few daring ones and hell, he'd gladly let them wait a few more hours just to get to know her more.

"What's your name?"

Suddenly taken back she asks short of breath. "What?" Because the god of beauty just wanted to know her name.

"Do I have to spell it? What is your name?" he asks impatiently, his breath going rough and edgy.

She shakes her head, "N-no," she stutters, fidgeting with her hand and glancing up at him to know if he is serious, but only looking away when she realizes his gaze also fixated on her. "My name is Varisha Klean," Vary for short-form. She doesn't dare say that out loud, but what she asks out loud is "what is yours?"

Oh goodness! She thinks, this is getting weirder, 'cause did she just ask him what his name was? This isn't some first time meeting; this is an interview, one that would determine the 'cause of her life for a very long time and she is seriously messing it up!

"Haha! Funny. I could use that, a minor distraction from my normal, boring, suicidal life." He said the last part to himself. "My name is Keenan Hilton. I'm your new boss."

"Haha! Funny. I could use that, a minor distraction from my normal, boring, suicidal life." He said the last part to himself. "My name is Keenan Hilton, your new boss." He stretches his hand, and he takes her hand into his for a shake.

"Congratulation Miss Klean, you are employed." As they shake hands, she cannot ignore how soft his hand is and also how strong his grip on her hand is on hers at the same time.

"I'm employed?" she gasps, covering her mouth in disbelieve. "Mr Hilton, we haven't even had the interview, that's not how it's done." These words run out of her mouth before she can control it and at these words, his calm expression grows cold, and he gives her a blunt stare, making her swallow quickly and wish she had said nothing at all.

Why does she have to ruin this excellent opportunity that has just come in her way? This has always given her trouble, and now she knows she needs control over her words and even her thoughts.

He sighs heavily and withdraws his hand from hers and she almost whines in protest, "No Miss Klean this is not how it's done," he gets up from his seat and goes over to the window to glance down at the busy street, "but I thought you were special." He turns to her and his gaze sweeps over her, from her short, curly, black hair down to her slightly exposed chest which is because of the top three unbuttoned buttons of the v-neck pink shirt sleeve and he can't ignore the way his body tenses at the carnal thought in his head. "Maybe I was wrong."

He admits he has never been one to control his canal thought, but at least he knows his thoughts are to himself alone, unlike the lady in his office.

"No, you're not, I am special." Okay, am I not taking this too far? She asks herself. Special? Even she knows she isn't even close to that word.

Keenan's brow rises at her word. He knows he complimented her, but no one had ever taken it literally before, making him wonder if the lady he just employed is mentally sane even as she is pretty. "No, I'm not special." She almost face-palm herself, what the hell is she even saying?

'This isn't the interview I had expected, at least not the one I had prepared for last night.' She tells herself and when she looks up, he's staring at her. 'Oh, sweet heaven, did she say that out loud too?' She wonders again.

He glances at his Backes and Strauss wristwatch, before turning to her, "Yes you said that out and I'm thinking that's how you normally think-talk so I'm gonna have to get used to that aren't I?" he says, grinning at her mischievously.

She foolishly smiles back, "So when shall I start?" She asks eagerly.

"Immediately," he replies, and presses his desk phone button, "Kate, come take Miss Klean here and show her to her office, please. Dismiss the other waiting for an interview."

They wait the next minute patiently for Kate, his secretary, and after fidgeting with her finger for a while, she breaks the awkward silence with her usual stupid question. "So you're not racist then?"

He gives her a ridiculous look. "I never said I was racist before, Miss Klean."

"But you said...." she begins, pointing out what he had said earlier.

"You heard wrong again Miss Klean." he snaps and for the first time and once again she spots his Italian assent and the way he just called her name made her almost smile... Oh wait; she's already smiling, isn't she?

Keenan rolls his eyes and can't wait for Kate to come and take the handful called Varisha Klean away from his office.

The door opens and Kate enters and Varisha gets up from her seat, nodding her head at her new boss before walking with his secretary to the door, "I will see you around, Miss Klean." he tells her and one more time she turns to look at him and he winks at her making her cheeks heat in embarrassment.

Is this what he meant when he said she was special? Or is she just seeing and overthinking things?

She doesn't want to think she got this job because he's hoping to gain sexual favours from her. He's not that man, or at least she'll keep telling herself that until he proves himself otherwise.

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As Varisha steps into the room, Alian greets her and smiles at her happily, handing her a can of mountain dew. Varisha returns her smile and collects the drink from her hand. "So, how did your day go? Apart from the fact that I know you've got a job because that the only explanation for you returning."

Alian was the first person who had stuck to her on her first day at Stanford University and, like the perfect match that they were, they glued together and couldn't let go of each other.

Alian is half American, half Mexican and just like Varisha, who had moved from Nigeria to Stanford on scholarship, she just returned to the United States for her further studies. Alia's father is the united ambassador of peace to Mexico and had fallen in love with her mother, who was a practising nurse in Mexico. They got married during his visit and moved to Mexico with her mother, only paying visits to The States for work. Alian was born and raised in Mexico City until she was eighteen and came for her studies.

With a few connections, Alain's father could get a permanent residence visa, after Varisha alerted him of Alian ex abusive boyfriend and he did it as a sign of gratitude according to him.

Although at first Alian felt betrayed by Varisha, she came around and understood that she was only looking out for her. They had gotten so close that even after graduation; they rent an apartment and stay together and pursue their master's degree a year ago. While Vary majored in hotel management, Alain majored in psychology and they are a few more months until finishing.

"Yes, I got the job," she can't help smiling to herself.

"Look at you." Alian playfully pushes her shoulder as she passes by her to the couch, picking the remote from the table and changing it to E! "Come here." She taps on the unfilled side of the couch where Varisha knows she's reserving for her. "Tell me everything that happened." when Varisha delays in moving, she frowns. "Come on."

Sighing, she harkens to her and walks over to where she seats and seats down. "So how did it go, Vary? Was Keenan Hilton really a ravishing Italian man-whore as the papers make him out as?"

Did Alian really Google Keenan? Then why didn't she last night?!

"He winked at me." Vary mumble out too distracted with the fashion police show going on E!

Alain gasps in disbelief as she stares at her friend with wide eyes, "Seriously, girl?" She squeals and used her hand as a fan to fan herself from much heat. "You know what you're saying is like being sported by god himself right."

Varisha brushes it off casually. "You're overreacting, Alian. He probably meant no harm by it, besides it's not like I'm going to go after him. I already have a boyfriend, remember. Drew?"

Alian makes a disgusted face and glances at her like she was crazy, then nod. "Oh, I forgot you've got that too."

Varisha frowns at her friend's constant dislike at the mention of her boyfriend's name. "Don't do that Alian, he's my boyfriend and I will not have you talk bad about him in my presence."

Alian had taken an instant dislike of Drew the first day Vary introduced the two of them. Varisha since then remained surprised because Alian didn't like him because she was always the jovial and friendly one of the two of them. Although she had not pointed out a particular thing he had done wrong, she always called him bad news and Vary had always wondered why.

"I'm sorry, I just don't feel too well at the mention of his name, you can't blame me for not seeing what it is you see in him, I'm not the one in love am I?" she counters reasonably, "besides you never liked Chan," she reminds her with a pointed look.

Chan was her ex Asian boyfriend and Vary had always kicked against their union, calling it an imperfect match made in hell. According to Vary, he was shorter than she was, four inches shorter vulgar in speech, and always had his eyes on either Alian boobs or butt. Vary would have forgiven all those attributes if he wasn't heavily into drugs and ended up getting Alian addicted as well.

Alian is tall, a few inches taller than Varisha, but the curvy one of the two of them, though she shrugs it off as compensation for Vary being the cuter one. She is five feet seven inches with a thirty-three-inch breast size and twenty-eight-inch waistline, and her hips thirty-eight inches. She has the perfect shape every girl, including Vary, dreams of having, but that's not all there is to her though, she's really smart and talented, and it is a shame when people only want to be close because of what's on her outside. Her last boyfriend was no different and Vary hated him for never noticing how good and amazing Alian was and instead focused on her appearance.

"He did drugs, and I didn't hate him at first sight. I hated him because he was too carnal and bad for you." She points out to her friend like she already has a million times. "Drew is different; you know that you just don't want to admit it."

Alian sighs in defeat. Maybe Vary should have read law instead of hotel management. "I think you're with him because he bears the same name as your brother, but fine, he's different. So can you tell me how everything went down now?"

And after twenty-minute of narrating and answering Alain's one-billionth question, she takes a deep breath.

"Something finally went well after so many wrong incidents." Vary pours the last of her soft drink into her mouth, "how did your day go?"

"Well, you deserve it best friend, my day was hell, had to talk to this girl who says she still sees her dead mother of five years and she believes what she's seeing and called me Lucifer." She barks out a laugh. "I almost bust out laughing because that was the last thing I expected to be likened to 'cause I do hate Lucifer."

After laughing for another minute, Vary sympathises with her friend, who seems to get red with her crankiness. "You signed in to that drama, name-calling with crazy people, the moment you studied psychology in college. So suck it up and man up to the responsibility girl."

"Yes, you say to man up to the responsibility like I can just grow balls over the night," argues Alian, rolling her eyes.

"Well, manning up does not mean growing balls literally," she argues, her point being straight forward. "You know what I mean."

"I know, I regret letting mum talk me into studying psychology when all I've always wanted to do was be a good wife. She was never there for me when growing up and I vowed to never be like her, but I see myself slowly following her footsteps."

"What are you going to do about it?"

She sighs and rubs her forehead mildly, "I will not change my mind now, 'cause I'm told it gets better once it becomes your everyday life."

"Well, no career is easy to build and if you ever want to have HOPE, see it through."

"Yea, I guess you're right." She nods.

They spend the next minute watching the fashion police and out of the blues Vary exclaims. "Oh heavens, our year anniversary is tomorrow and I'm just realising it is tomorrow thinking of what to get Drew."

"Wow, it's already a year?" Alain asks absentmindedly, her eyes still glued to the TV.

"I know, right?" she smiles widely. "It seems like yesterday."

'Logically it's still referred to as yesterday,' Alain almost but shuts it because she knows how her friend would react and so, smiling, she takes Vary's hand into hers and smiles. "You're gonna figure something out, you always do." Vary smiles back, "by the way, congratulation in advance on your anniversary."

"Thank you."

The girls spent the rest of the night watching TV and eating junk food. The rest of the night, being happy, they had each other and junk food.