로그인"Carlos... That really doesn't sound like a good name."
"You can say that again."
I sighed and leaned back in my chair, gazing out the window as the city faded into the night. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, but now that I was a little more relaxed and my mind had cleared, I felt the weight of my actions.
"Do you think getting married is that easy, Sebastian?" I asked honestly.
"No, like I told you, I hope to marry for love. I rejected many options that my mother foresaw for me," he answered almost immediately.
"I see..."
"And you?"
I turned to look at him.
"What about me?"
He looked me in the eyes for a second and then looked back at me.
"Don't you believe in marriage for love?"
"My mother died when I was a child, and my father never dated anyone else... But it wasn't for love... He himself said it was out of respect for their relationship," I said. "I've never had any intention of getting married."
"Really? Never? Not even with these two exes you have?" he said, sounding curious.
"Never. I never felt the urge to stand before an altar and exchange vows with them," I blurted out.
"Wow, that's interesting," Sebastian replied.
"Do you think I'm beyond help?" I said.
"I don't know, there are all kinds of people in this world. Maybe you're just a hidden gem."
I smiled. I watched Sebastian drive. He not only looked perfect from the front, but in profile he had that bad-boy vibe that no one could compete with, the kind of guy who could be the villain in his own saga. But at the same time, he seemed like an easy person to approach. He dropped me off at my apartment door and said a casual "See you soon."
I went upstairs without looking back, got to my apartment, and just threw my things on the floor as I headed to my laptop in my room. Thousands of emails to check, thousands of things to analyze. Talking to Kathe and Sebastian today gave me clarity on many things I hadn't been able to figure out before. I had to think carefully about a strategy and make sure everything went smoothly; I had to secure my company.
I stayed up until the early hours trying to make backup plans, trying to make everything I had to do from now until 30 days onward make sense, even though it was all chaos. I stayed up looking at venues that could work for a small wedding, analyzing costs and all the variables. All that was missing was... the groom.
I logged into my social media and started scrolling through my followers. Among them, I found his profile.
I clicked to see what he'd been up to lately, and it was precisely what I expected. A tall, athletic man, he exuded strength and elegance at first glance, regardless of his attire. His dark brown, almost black, hair framed a face with striking features and a defined jawline. He seemed the perfect man, yet he had the unfortunate habit of believing he was the center of the universe.
Unfortunately, I had no other option but to talk to this arrogant jerk.
I sent him a short, polite message: "Hi, can we talk?"
Almost immediately, I received three message notifications. I rolled my eyes; honestly, at this hour of the morning, I didn't have the energy to do anything else, so I set my alarm for 7:00 a.m. and collapsed into bed. I barely felt rested when the alarm jolted me awake. The cold shower helped me feel better. I tried not to dress according to how I felt, and put on what I normally wear: dark pants and knee-high boots. I was leaving my apartment when I noticed a car parked outside. I frowned and tried to continue on my way, but a voice distracted me.
"Sofia!"
I laughed. "What are you doing here?"
Sebastian was inside the car, with a serious but flirtatious expression.
"Come on, I'll give you a ride."
I hesitated for a second, but got in the car.
"You know I'll have to announce that we're cousins so no one gets the wrong idea, right?" I joked.
"They won't believe it; look how attractive I am," he said with a sly smile.
On my way to work, I checked the messages I hadn't wanted to read in the early hours. By this point, I had five messages from Carlos. I sent him a message with the time and location, and he immediately replied that we'd meet there. I sighed.
"Bad night?" Sebastian asked.
"No, bad ex-boyfriend and bad life."
Sebastian kept joking the whole way and made me feel better about myself. He dropped me off at the company entrance, and I went straight to Kathe's office, giving her all the updates on what had happened yesterday.
"I told you Roy was an idiot," she blurted out immediately.
"I know, but I had to try."
"So... you and the handsome guy... are cousins?"
"Hmm... I'm not sure about that either. Mrs. Blake didn't sound very confident, but I'll let it go for now. If there are more secrets of my father's that I have to uncover, I'll die right now."
The rest of the day was very uneventful: casual emails, brief meetings with clients and suppliers, and a few other things I had to take care of. But overall, nothing too crazy happened. I didn't have time to waste, so I would talk to Carlos tonight and ask him for help. And as if I'd expected it, it went even worse than my meeting with Roy. He showed up wearing an old jacket he'd had for over 20 years, and he looked completely disheveled. Even so, I tried to remain composed as I explained the details of what he had to do.
"So I get goods and an unlimited credit card to help me out, right?" he said, disinterestedly.
"Yes, in short, that's what you get, along with 2% of my company's stock, all for temporarily marrying me."
He wrinkled his nose, as if trying to make a gesture of disdain, but in the end, he didn't do much more.
"How soon?" he said arrogantly.
"In 30 days. I've already picked out the venue and the main guests. You can bring whomever you want, and obviously, you'll be involved in every detail."
He just nodded at everything I said with an arrogant smile. Then he left first, leaving me sitting with a feeling of irritation I couldn't shake. Sitting there, I waited for Roy to suddenly sit down in the chair across from me, rushing in and telling me he didn't mean what he'd said yesterday. He and I had planned a whole life together. We'd been living in the same place for two years while we graduated and looked for something better. For a brief moment, I did consider getting engaged to him, until he asked me to take some time so he could sort out his family problems in the best way possible.
I was really thinking about him...
I watched him closely; there was pure malice in his eyes. This was just a game for him. I said nothing. I clenched my jaw and we didn't break eye contact. He shifted a little; he was getting impatient. "You know, for a mobster, you have neither patience nor talent," I blurted out, which made him open his mouth."Hey... You... How..." he began to form a sentence. "What the hell? Who do you think you are, little girl? You know you could end up in serious trouble here, right?"He said, and from one of the pockets inside his jacket, he pulled out a revolver and pointed it directly at my face, between my eyes. At that moment, my heart began to pound. I hadn't seen any gun, so it caught me completely off guard and made me swallow hard."Well, you're not saying much now that you have a gun pointed at your face, are you? You know, I was starting to like you, too bad my instructions are very clear... Well, then... What are you going to decide?"I stared at him, through the bullet he was point
Leaving the office, the afternoon felt different. I don't know if it was because of the message I'd received, but a constant feeling that something was wrong washed over me. My body was on high alert as I walked home, and every movement of the people around me made me jump. I finally relaxed when I reached the bottom of the apartment building, but just then I felt something pull me. I dropped what I was holding and spun around, managing to punch the person behind me in the face as they tried to grab me, but there was another tall, intimidating man beside me who held me tightly.I felt a needle quickly pierce my neck and shuddered. Although I tried to fight the sensation, my body gently shut down, and I lost consciousness. I had brief moments of waking up for a couple of seconds and knew I was in the back of a van, but whatever they injected me with was stronger than I expected.I finally regained consciousness when someone was holding my face. It took me a couple of seconds to realize
I walked away from the place, my fists clenched tightly, filled with an indescribable rage. When I was just a block from my office, I shuddered and stopped dead in my tracks. I felt like someone was following me or watching me. I turned discreetly, but I couldn't see anyone nearby. I hurried to the office and went up to my desk. I noticed we were running low on some printing supplies we needed, so I went to one of my suppliers' websites to place an order, but all I got was a message in red saying the order couldn't be processed."What the hell?" I blurted out.I tried accessing another provider's website, and after placing the same order, I received another denied notification. Quickly, I grabbed the phone and called the bank.I had barely finished the call, my heart pounding, when Kathe walked in, looking confused."Did something happen?" she asked."My accounts are frozen..." I whispered."What?!" Kathe practically shouted, bursting into the office."The bank just told me I can't ma
Carlos stood stiffly in the doorway of the store, his gaze shifting between Sebastian and me. His posture was tense, his expression a whirlwind of agitation and suspicion, as if he'd been circling, waiting for us to appear. The man who was supposed to be my husband in a few weeks looked anything but serene. His eyes flicked across Sebastian, narrowing slightly, before returning to me with a smile so forced it seemed etched on his face."Sebastian, this is Carlos, my fiancé," I said, breaking the silence. "Carlos, this is Sebastian, my business partner and close friend."Carlos's frown deepened. "Partner...? You own what?" His tone was defiant, not curious.Sebastian remained unfazed. He extended his hand with serene authority. "Sebastian Blake. CEO of Blake Enterprises. I believe you've heard of my businesses."The change in Carlos was immediate. His jaw relaxed and his eyes widened as he suddenly recognized him. He squeezed Sebastian's hand too tightly; his laugh was too quick, too r
I looked at the dresses on the mannequins, and they were all extravagant wedding gowns—white silk dresses, with lace and many layers that made them look enormous. Although I thought they were beautiful, they weren't my style at all. I continued walking and looking at the clothes racks. A woman approached me and then looked at Sebastian, who was perfectly handsome and neat, but with a casual shirt sleeved up to his elbows and stained with dirt. The woman was giving him a sidelong glance with a judgmental look that I couldn't stand."Hey," I said, and the girl turned around. "Can you get my friend a nice shirt? He needs a change after making millions a month."The girl's eyes widened, and she quickly hurried to another part of the store. I stood looking at the dresses until I finally spotted one that seemed to be calling to me. It was a strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline and a gorgeous corset that could be adjusted to any figure. The bodice was covered in intricate floral lace,
He paused for a second, then finally picked up a napkin from the table, wiping his knuckles. He crossed his legs and made a face that indicated he was thinking."You already have the groom?" he asked me.My eye twitched as Carlos's face flashed through my mind again, but I nodded discreetly, still holding the ring in my hand."Well, then... Let me tell you that I sent the copy of the will you sent me to an expert analyst. He said he could have a valid result about it by next week.""Is he reliable?" I asked."Yes," he replied without looking away.I frowned, gripping the ring tighter.“What if the analyst says the will is valid?” I asked.Sebastian leaned back, his gaze heavy.“Then Lucas has more power than you think. And if it’s fake… someone forged it, and that means someone close to you wants you to lose everything.”His words echoed in my mind. Carlos’s face reappeared, the weight of the wedding pressing down on me. I didn’t know what was worse: marrying a man I didn’t love or di







