Novel-novel oleh Soloscribes

"This is Caleb. He's the one who's been helping me organize this charity gala each year.”“Caleb, my wife, Iris Kingston.”Mason said, and Ryan's eyes almost came out of their sockets.Caleb took my hands to kiss. I felt Mason's hold on my waist tighten once more. "It's so good to see you. I can't believe Mason scored himself such a beautiful wife." Caleb said."Thank you.” I said , offering him a smile.Ryan cleared his throat, reminding us he was there, making my smile fall from my face."Oh—pardon me. I almost forgot. This is Ryan Whitmore. Ryan, Mason Kingston.”Ryan stretched out his hands to shake Mason's, but Mason didn't bother to acknowledge it. Only giving a small, dismissive "Hmmm.”"I guess I don't have to introduce you two. You guys seem to know each other.” Caleb said, referring to what had happened earlier.Ryan wanted to speak, but I beat him to it. "Yes, we do.” I saw Ryan's hand clench around the glass of champagne he was with.Caleb nodded, and the conversation q

I eventually settled with a wine coloured floral lace dress with a very daring plunging halter neckline. It hugged my figure like a second skin. I have never dared to wear something like this. The last time I did, Mom told me I shouldn't dress like a slut and that it doesn't suit me. I wanted to put it back, but with encouragement from Owen and the sales representative, I surprisingly got it. I tried paying for the dress with my own money, but Owen shoved me aside and gave Mason's card to the sales representative. While deep down I was a little grateful. The dress was rather on the pricey side. I wore the dress and put on some earrings to match the dress. I styled my brown hair in loose waves that fell down my back, stopping at my waist. I looked at myself in the mirror, pleased with the look and made my way downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, Mason stood with his back to me and his phone pressed to his ears talking to someone on the other line. His midnight-dark ha

We ate dinner in silence. I made sure to focus more on my food. At some point, I peeked at him. He was eating his food unbothered. I guess he was used to such silence. His face was back to that default expressionless look of his. My mind wandered back to a few minutes ago, to how his eyebrows crinkled as he complained of me not eating much.Was he worried about me? So lost in thought I didn't know when the sound of utensils stopped. Raising my head, I saw that Mason had stopped eating and was staring intensely at me."Jason.” I looked up at him, this was the first word he said since we started eating. "Yes sir". Jason said as he came over."It seems the food isn't good enough for Miss Davidson's palate. Clear it and have the chef prepare a new dinner".My eyes widened "what? No! He doesn't need to do that. The food is great.”"You're not eating.”"I am. I was just lost in thoughts.” At some point I must have stopped eating, making it seem like there's a problem with the food

The man in front of me cocked his head to the right, then to the left, examining me. His dark hair was the same colour as Mason’s, though slightly shaggy. That was where the resemblance ended. He had a much more relaxed and easygoing look compared to Mason’s cool and controlled demeanor.We came down to the huge dining room to have breakfast after he barged into my room.After he introduced himself as Mason’s cousin, Owen Kingston, I realized there was still so much I didn't know about my supposed husband.“I didn't even know he had a cousin.”“So, this guy really did get married,” he said but I continued eating my breakfast, pretending I hadn't heard him.“But you don't look like his type.” I choked at his words and quickly reached over to sip some water.“Are you asking me? Isn't he your cousin? And anyway, the woman he decides to marry is none of your business." My tone came out harsher than I intended. I didn't mean to sound mean, but it hurt when he said that.I do know someo

Iris pov The sounds coming from behind the door grew louder. Mark got up from beside me, securing my wrist to bed with a handcuff me to the before slipping the the keys into his pocket. “Fucking fools,” he muttered under his breath. He moved towards the door to check on the commotion. Reaching for the handle, he muttered, "what do they not understand? I don't want to be disturb—” The door burst open, slamming Mark to the ground. He cried out in pain. I looked towards the figure emerging through the doorway. "Mason.” "Who the hell are you—ah!" I heard Mark cry out again as Mason stepped on his fingers. He walked towards him, his face neutral as usual. His eyes briefly fell on my hand still locked to the bed, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. "The keys are in his pocket.” He nodded and went back to Mark, still nursing his injured fingers. "You asshole! You broke my fing—ah!" He let another cry of pain again as Mason stepped on his fingers again. Completely unfaze

Mason's povI watched the man's hands shake with fear as he scrambled around the office, desperately searching for the strategic plan files for this branch covering the past three years.He wouldn't find them.There was no strategic plan.I had arrived unannounced after asking Clara to investigate why this particular branch had been causing me so many problems.Now I understood why.I crossed one leg over the other, watching him bark orders at the assistant to find a file that probably never existed or had long been destroyed. The poor woman looked like she was about to break down in tears as he hurled abuses at her.Her expression reminded me of someone.Big brown eyes flashed through my mind.So innocent. So naive. So easy to hurt.Iris.I tightened my fingers around the glass of whiskey in my hand.Clinton or Clark? Whatever his name was, he was in charge of this branch, yet I continued receiving complaints about it.I paid him handsomely to ensure I don't deal with problems like