Aanya's POV: I don't know if he is mental ill or not, but personally I think he is. And I also don't know how I survived these 3 long weeks. Mental and a workaholic person. No heart, only brains. His demands are ridiculous. Schedule:8:00 am - I need to be in the office 8:30 am - Mr Rodrigues is in his office 8:45 am - He needs a hot tea with 2 cubes of sugar. After that, I need to read out his entire agenda for the day to him. Then he will give me a ton load of paperwork to finish. 1 1:30 am - He needs another hot tea. 1:00 pm - Exactly at that time he needs his lunch on his table, hot. The shop he needs food from is next door but it is busy as hell, it takes one hour to get the food. 3:00 pm - He needs his coffee with 1 cube of sugar in it. After that, he gives me another set of paperwork to complete before 5 pm. The first two days were chaotic. Sometimes he would have a meeting out of nowhere and I have to go with him. After the office work, I still need to go to the cafe an
Aanya's POV: "Do you want me to take action against him? " Ashley asked "Erm... yeah no thanks. I think I will manage on my own. And I am sure you don't want to cross paths with him. " "What the fuck? Which bloody company do you even work for? You said you got a job but you never mentioned where." "TheRodriguezIndustries," I said quickly fearing her reaction."Oh, I am sorry. I don't speak Googoo gaagaa " she said not understanding what I said "Gurl, the f*ck. I said The Rodriguez Industries. " "WHAT THE FUCK!! Yes, I don't want an encounter with that guy. " she said and started laughing hard "and you work for him as his personal assistant." she laughed more "Yeah, it's not going to be funny when you get my head delivered to you on a silver platter, is it? " I said but she just laughed more. This girl. "Well, I need your help. I had to go to dinner with him to meet a client of his, but he didn't say how to dress up but the restaurant I reserved for him is a nice rich one. So? "
Aanya's POV: Some people are excited and giddy to be the centre of attention whereas there are some people who would rather have sharp objects thrown at your heart than be the centre of attention. Yes, I am the latter. It kills me every milli-second knowing someone has got their eyes on me. "Aanya come in," Mason called out from the room. Before I could even sit down he said "Quit your job over here" "What?" "You heard it. You are dismissed from being my P.A. " "You can't do that. I need this job. " "Aanya don't listen to him. Ignore what he said and listen to what I am saying, okay? " I nodded and turned to him "Aanya, the media needs more juice, the board of directors needs an explanation, the stocks have been going down, and many more because of the incident. So, we decided that you are to quit but you are going to get married too... Evan" Mason explained "What!! No, I can't marry him. People will start questioning me and my family will kill me.""Trust me I thought of eve
Aanya's POV: The 2-and-a-half-hour plane was dreadful but peaceful. It was so quiet and I was glad I took a book so that I could read. After that day everything took a turn. When my father and brother knew it they were ecstatic because I found the ideal man to marry. I told Ashley the whole thing, even about the contract and divorce after 1 year. Arya my friend from India heard about it and she called me to ask I told her everything too. They are the only people I trust in this world right now. I slowly started planning the wedding trying to make it not that expensive but it can also show it is a dream wedding. Now, I was torn between the decision of sending my mother and sister an invitation or not to send them. If they come they are going to meet papa and Chester and I haven't talked to them in ages. I still remember Chester asking me if we could ask Maria, our sister, for some money for father. When we landed in Ernia and got out, there was a car outside waiting for us. I didn't
Aanya's POV: Analeigh Stevens, 26 years old. She is beautiful with brown eyes and blonde hair. Zandra got her looks from her mother and Zander got his looks from his father. Analeigh and Ryker had a business-arranged marriage a few years ago and their children were 2 years old now, but I can see it in Ana eyes that she loves her husband – the sparkle in her eyes says a lot. Amara and Amyra Rodriguez, age 19. They got their looks from their mother. Amyra is doing law and Amara was a designer and both of them are in university right now. Chloe is another story, we have not spoken to each other but the glares I have been getting from her tells me everything I needed to know. We all planned to go to the mall this week before we go back to Earkria, with Patricia. I showed them my plans for the wedding and they were all excited and happy about it. ----3 weeks later---- Nervousness is not the right word but at the same time, I don't know what the right words are. The theme was rose-gold
Aanya's POV: We finally reached the hall, the reception hall. It was small with stage in the middle, an arc on top of where the bride and groom are supposed to sit for the pictures that are to be taken and tables around us for the guest to eat and enjoy, hopefully. I changed my dress into a peach strapless dress that reached my ankles it had a same colour cloak short covering my shoulder. The makeup artist re-touched my make lightly. And let my hair fall down free. Business partners, friends and relatives kept coming with gifts and other things congratulating both of us. “Mom!! Maria!!” “Hello darling, congratulations. My baby has grown up.” “Congratulations Sis!!” “Thanks. I am glad both of you could make it.” They moved to talk to Evan. To be honest I was not expecting them to come, although I sent an invitation. I haven’t talked to them in ages, years even. Soon it was time to eat. The bride, groom and their family together is supposed to sit together in one table. ‘Thank go
Aanya's POV: We took the last picture with our family and friends and then we set off to my new home. Home?? Temporary home but still a home. It was a 45 min drive from the hall and now I am standing in front of a gigantic but homy mansion. ‘How can u call it homy when everything is black?’ ‘I don’t know but it has a homy feeling’ It was a nice two-story house but I have a feeling it is much bigger on the inside. Evan went in without waiting for me. Rude!! And true to my feeling it is much bigger than what it shows on the outside. Entering there was a big living room with sofas, cushions, tv all to the left. If we walk in straight it leads to the kitchen and dining room. The dining table has seats for at least 15 people. The kitchen is just huge with a kitchen island in the middle. To the right of the room was a staircase leading upstairs and a door which looks to be closed but I suppose it leads to the swimming pool. “You look lost ma'am!!” I almost felt like I jumped out of
Aanya's POV: When I woke up, I only remember sleeping like the dead, not what happened before that. The memories from yesterday took some time to reappear since the curtains are not wide open blocking the sunlight out. To be honest, I was never a morning person and I don't think I am going to be one in the near future. The number of insults I got from my father because of that was way lot. 'Stupid black-out curtains'. I got up from bed before I went back to sleep. Brushed my teeth and had a quick bath - that consisted of standing underwater for 15 min doing nothing but enjoying the hot water. After that, I slathered myself with the coco butter moisturizer and wore black leggings and a white knot-up shirt. Put my hair down for it to air dry and went downstairs. Before going downstairs, I saw the wedding invitation from Anita. Her wedding is in less than two weeks. I need to tell Evan before booking a ticket. I went downstairs to meet a very quiet and peaceful house unlike what I hav