LOUIS'S POV
If I am being honest, I don't want her as my wife or anything remotely related, in fact, I don't want her in my life but looking for a substitute Bride has been more difficult than I thought. For the last three to four days or so, Tommy and I have interviewed more than ten ladies for the position of a temporary bride and there is something always terribly wrong with all the candidates... It's almost like the universe is against me getting married. But in the case of Flavia, she's beautiful, classy, sexy, stylish and very outspoken, although I dislike her and it's not like I have anything against her in particular but from the first day I saw her, it was pretty obvious to me that she hates everything about me and the only reason she tolerating me is because of my money and I honestly can't stand golddiggers. "Is that like a contract marriage." She asked and I can already tell that she's excited by the prospect of making money... Yes she's working but she's not different from other ladies. "Yes, a contract marriage." "Well I don't know if I can stand you enough to stay married to you for a year." I am a little curious to know the issues she has with me but I am too upset to ask. I mean, most people like me, maybe not as a husband but I am friendly, so she's definitely the one with the problem. "Don't get it twisted, I can't stand you either but I am a business man and irrespective of my feelings, I can still do business with you. The wedding is going to be purely transactional, you are not even my type." I pointed out. "I am everyone's type but it doesn't even matter because you are not my type either, anyways, let's say I am willing to agree, what are you offering?" Honestly, I would have been bummed if I was her type considering my size but one thing I know she's interested in is money and luckily for me, I have a shit load of it. "Like I said, it's going to be for a period of one year, so I am offering ten." "Is that a joke, you want me to pretend to be your wife for twelve whole months and you are offering just 10,000 dollars?" "Million, I am talking millions. Look I know you have never even seen a million dollars before, so I know that 10 million dollars is more than enough. You can either take it or leave it, I can always use someone else." I know I don't have any alternatives right now but she doesn't have to know. I didn't miss the shock on her face when I mentioned 10 million dollars, so even though she likes to pretend and act stubborn, I am confident that she will take the deal. It's pretty obvious that ten million dollars is a lot of money to her. "You are so annoying but like you said, the fact that I can't stand you doesn't mean I can't do business with you, so yeah, I will do it." "That's what I thought, so go ahead with the wedding plans for 28th and then I will get our contract papers ready for you to sign tomorrow." I don't really know her and I don't trust her, so she has to sign a contract and even though ten million dollars is nothing to me, I will pay her in installments because I don't trust her, she can just decide to disappear with the money. "Alright that's fine, so I should plan the wedding according to the 50 million dollars budget you gave, right?" She asked and I couldn't help but laugh. Hahaha. "Is that a joke?" I asked as I continued laughing. "I don't understand what's so funny, you gave a 50 million budget right?" "Yeah but that was when I was getting married to someone that mattered, you on the other hand is just a substitute Bride. So plan something very small and private." I clarified. "I see, what about my payment?" She asked while looking upset. I didn't mean to be mean but how can she expect me to spend that much on a fake wedding. "I will send you some money to plan the wedding and get yourself a dress for the wedding and on the wedding day, I will send half of your money and the balance will be later." I said as I gave her a sticky note and a pen. "Write down your account details." I grabbed my phone and token to make the transfer. "There you go." She pushed the paper across the my desk and I transferred 2 million to her. "If there is need for more money, let me know." I informed as soon as I finished making the transfer. "Now take all your things and leave my office." I can't believe she came over here with food just to frustrate me. "Gladly, I will see you some other time." She got up, packed her food and hand bag before making her way to the door. "Tomorrow, not some other time. You still need to sign the contract papers." I informed just before she opened the door. "Alright, see you tomorrow." She stepped out and I finally had room to breathe, she's a handful. I decided to give Tommy a call and give him the update about the substitute bride situation. "Hey bro, I was just about to call you." He pointed out as soon as he picked up. "Oh yeah? What's up?" "At this point, it's either you cancel the wedding or postpone so that we can have more time to search for someone because none of the ladies I have spoken to so far are capable of handling the task." I guess it's a good thing that I offered Flavia the role even though she's fucking annoying. "Well it's a good thing I found someone, the event planner showed up at my office a while ago to create a scene because she needed compensation for her efforts, so I offered her the deal instead and she took it." I informed. "Oh wow, that's quaint. I thought you guys don't like each other, what changed?" "Nothing changed Tommy, I still don't like her but she's desperate for money and I am desperate for a bride, so this is more of a business transaction." It's going to be difficult to tolerate her for a year but I don't have a choice. "Alright then, I hope you don't kill each other before the end of the contract." He teased. "I hope so too, anyways the wedding is back on and that's all that matters." "Of course, I will see you later in the day." He said before I ended the call and I went back to my work, I am just glad that the embarrassment has been avoided.FLAVIA'S POV I smooth the soft fabric of my dress over my hips, checking myself one last time in the mirror. The soft pink satin glows under the warm lights of my vanity, and for once, I feel... good.My hair is curled just the way I like it, lips glossed in a subtle peach, and my favorite pair of nude heels sit ready by the foot of the bed. I glance at the clock, it's thirty minutes until I meet Carter at the restaurant... He sent the address a while ago and the restaurant is just fifteen minutes away, so I still have enough time.But the weird thing is, my heart isn't racing like it should be. In fact, I’m oddly calm. Maybe even too calm.I glance down at my phone again, wondering if I’m making the right decision. Dinner with Carter is harmless, a way to distract myself, a way to feel something other than this mess of confusion over Louis.Just as I reach for my perfume, my bedroom door burst opened... I spun around, shocked.Louis.He didn’t knock, didn't say a word. He just opene
FLAVIA'S POV "Oh yes, I am. You are in the office right?" I asked curiously."Yes I am.""Okay, come to the parking lot, I need to show you something." I said eagerly."Really, I am on my way." She said as I heard a few shuffling in the background."Hurry." I said before ending the call. Her mind is going to be blown, I still find it difficult to believe that I am the proud owner of a car and not just an ordinary car, but a Mercedes.I barely had time to adjust my lipstick in the rearview mirror before I saw her coming, strutting across the parking lot, hips swaying, heels clicking with authority like she owns the asphalt. Her eyes lock onto the car, then narrow as she approaches with caution.She stops right at my door, hands on her hips. "Who the hell did you rob?"I burst into laughter and push the door open, stepping out. "Do you like it?" I asked curiously but from the look in her eyes, I can already tell that she loves it.She circles the car slowly, inspecting it like a suspi
FLAVIA'S POV Three days, that’s how long I have managed to evade Louis Frederick under the same roof. It was a delicate dance, listening for the echo of his shoes in the hallway, the low murmur of his voice on a call, the sound of the engine pulling out of the driveway. Only then would I emerge from my room, moving like a shadow from the top floor to the kitchen, careful not to leave a trace. I timed my mornings like a military operation, only when I am certain he has left for work did I come down, grab breakfast in a rush, and disappear to my new office. The office, the fight over the flowers and everything in between all swirled in my head like a storm I couldn’t escape. I don't hate him, I am not sure I have ever hated him but I don't want to feel whatever it is I am starting to feel, not for him. Not for a man who has made it abundantly clear that I am temporary, an accessory to be worn to galas and meetings. A placeholder bride with a contract and an expiration date.And yet…
LOUIS'S POV I hate when the house is quiet like this.There is something unsettling about silence after a fight, like the tension is still clinging to the walls, replaying every word with sharper edges. I could still hear her voice, thick with anger. Her eyes... God, those eyes had looked at me like I am a monster in a tailored suit.I shouldn’t have snapped at her like I did.I ran a hand down my face, bracing myself on the kitchen island, glaring at the orchids like it was their fault. It wasn’t about the damn flowers, not really. It was about everything else. About how she started leaving her scent in the rooms, her softness in the air, her damn laugh in places where silence used to live and I didn’t know how to deal with that.Flavia wasn’t supposed to… matter. I told myself that the contract was business, that she was just a solution. A temporary fixture to cover up the mess left behind by Emily and the looming eyes of people, media and my workers.And yet, here I am, angry over
FLAVIA'S POV I never knew flowers could feel like landmines. The orchids on the marble kitchen island were a soft shade of lilac, delicate and perfectly arranged. I reached out instinctively to adjust one of the petals, only slightly because it looked like it was leaning the wrong way."Don’t touch that." Came a voice from behind me and without turning around, I knew it was Louis.I froze. "It’s just a flower, Louis."His footsteps were clipped against the marble floors as he entered the kitchen. "That’s not the point."I turned around slowly, watching him stand there in a blue jeans and a black polo shirt buttoned by the neck and he looks so cute as usual, I love seeing him in casual outfits as well as cooperates, he looks good either ways. It's Sunday and he is not going to work."What is the point, then?" I asked curiously.He narrowed his eyes at the vase. "I had it arranged a certain way."I blinked. "So? I just nudged a petal.""You moved it. The alignment is off." God. Is he
LOUIS'S POV The corner office buzzed with the low hum of city life, even from the twentieth floor. I sat behind my desk, scrolling through figures on my screen, but not really seeing any of them as something lingered in my mind."She hugged me." It was brief, warm. Sudden and then she pulled back like she touched fire.I should have forgotten it by now but I can't get it off my mind.The soft knock on the door didn’t startle me, it was sudden and unexpected but only one person knocked like he owned the place."Come in." I said, without looking up.Tommy strolled in with a cup of coffee in each hand, he placed one on my desk before slumping into the chair opposite me. His suit jacket was unbuttoned, tie loosened like always. "I heard from Lidia that Flavia came in this morning," He said casually, before sipping his coffee. "You showed her the vacant floors?"I didn’t reply reply because I can already tell where this is going."You did, didn’t you?" He grinned. "You gave her a space,