“It feels so surreal, Elena. My little girl is going to be a bride soon. Oh, I'm so thankful,” Mother murmured as she rearranged the flowers in the replica of the arrangement she'd sent the church to be decorated with. We were in Dad's study now, where most of the planning was done. “You know, Elena, when you and Sarah were little, she was so sickly. I was worried she wouldn't live long enough to see the end of winter, or see the first day of spring. There were so many things I thought she'd never experience, yet here she is twenty-two years later, one of the most sought-after surgeon, about to marry one of the most eligible billionaires in the world. In the process, she's taking off the workload from me and your dad's shoulders, letting us retire at last, knowing our company is in safe hands, and will reach new heights soon.”
A sharp stab of jealousy pierced my heart, causing me to look away. I was ridiculous of me to envy my twin sister, more so begrudge her the pride in Mother's eyes. I just wished that sometimes, those same affections were directed at me.“She'd be the most beautiful bride Manhattan has ever seen, and a good wife to Richard,” I reassured her.Mother sighed, a hint of worry in her expression as she looked up at me. “How are those edits for the wedding dress design coming along? Were you able to make the alterations just as Sarah wanted?”“Yeah,” I nodded. Each time Sarah shifted the wedding, she'd change almost everything about the wedding itself and the wedding dress, resulting in countless extra week of working on her gown. “It's all done, just as she wanted.”“Are you sure?” Mother probed, uncertainty brimming in her eyes. “It's so nice of her asking you to design her gown for her. A marvelous way of including you in the grand scheme of things. I thought she would have wanted a famous brand, like Esteria, but I suppose she wants to bring you back into the limelight. You don't have to devote your entire life to writing. You can become a fashion designer. Once the world sees Sarah in the gown you designed, who knows? It might catch the eyes of celebrities, and you'll start getting contracts. Your name will be known again.”I bite down on my lip. “I'm still well-known, Mom. I've won several awards. My books are still selling out in bookstores, and I'm halfway done with my next one. Fashion designing isn't my dream, and I didn't beg Sarah to ask my to design her gown. She told me to do it because she had trust in my edits. It does not mean I want to become a fashion designer, or receive contracts. I'm doing it because she's my sister, not because I want a new job.”Mother looked at me with a placating expression that does nothing to alleviate my anger. It was that same expression she did every time I called out her bluffs. “I know, darling. I'm so sorry,” she said, nodding. “I just...lost myself back there. Anyways, we need to make sure those invites are hand delivered at least a week before the wedding. We can't afford the paparazzi to know, or they'll ruin Sarah's big day. Everything must be done in secret, according to Mr. Delmonte's wishes. He's the one paying for everything after all,” she finished off with a laugh, nudging my arm. “Dear, why don't you check if everything's alright with the courier we booked for the job?”I inhaled deeply, grabbing my bag. “Sure. But that will be tomorrow.”She looked from my bag to my face, and back to my bag again. “You're not staying over for the night? I wanted us to have dinner together.”“No. I have something... extremely important to do tomorrow morning. I'm sorry.”She nodded. “Alright. Done with your maid of honour dress, I presume? It's not much work.”“Yeah, I'm done. I'll see you later.” I leaned down to kiss her cheek.“Take care.”My heart ached as I exited the room and hurried down the stairs. Nothing was unchanged. Every time I saw my mother, I always walked away sad feeling like a horrible person, and hating my life choices. I wanted to be happy for Sarah. I wanted to feel honoured that I was being included in the wedding...but I hated it. I hated the person I became whenever I was home. An attention-seeker, craving for validation. Though it hurt me to see her with Richard, I had never resented her for being the chosen one. Yet, whenever I was home, I got these scary thoughts.What if I was the one Richard wanted to be with?What if I never took her to that function, and he never saw her?What if I walked away from all these and refused to help with the wedding? Would they think I was jealous?What if I professed my feelings to Richard and stole him away?I know, I know, I was better than this. But whenever I was home, I turned into this version of myself I didn't recognize. It was exhausting to think about.“Angel?”I looked up to see Father striding out of the kitchen towards me, his brows knitted together in worry. At last he understood, and sighed. “Why don't I walk you out? Shall we?”I nodded and took the arm he held out to me. We were both silent as he walked me to the black sedan Richard helped me chose.He opened the door for me and hesitated. “I want you to know this, Elena. I love you,” he said. “Your mother does too, but she still struggle to show that love properly. You should give her some more time. She'll come around.”I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed, sick of the same old excuse. “But she doesn't struggle to show that love to Sarah. It's almost as if I'm some step daughter she's being forced to put up with.”Father reached for my hair and pushed it gently behind my ear. “Don't say that, love,” he murmurs. “Your mother feels the need to shower Sarah with so much love because she still feels shaken by how rough your sister's childhood was. She feels she can make up for the pain Sarah endured then. We had to spend so many nights in hospitals, sometimes sleeping in chapels, praying for your sister to live. She might be insensitive sometimes, but don't take it to heart. She still loves you. Always has. Always will.”I shrugged, wanting to get this discussion done with. I didn't want Father to pity me, or reassure me because he felt he should. For once, I didn't want to take comfort in lies. I deserved better.Rising to my tippy toes, I pressed a solemn kiss on his cheek. “Thanks Father. You're the best.”“I know,” he laughed. “You drive safe, kiddo, okay? Send me a text once you get home. Love you.”This. This was the most reasonable reason I kept coming home, despite Mother's attitude. Because Father was right. Deep down, they did love me. Maybe not as much as they loved Sarah, but I'd learned long enough to be contented for the little I had.I'd never measure up to my twin sister. Not in parents' eyes. And certainly not in Richard's eyes as well. I was doomed to always remain in her shadow.“Oh, come on now, Sarah,” I sighed, tightening my grip on the phone. “You promised that we'd attend the event together. How do you think your sister would feel? She was counting on you coming with me. This is the fourth time this month you're cancelling on me at the last minute. I would appreciate it if you give me an adequate notice before hand. Honestly, this sucks.”The phone rustled as she sighed. “I'm so sorry, Richy. I really wanted to be there tonight, you know that. I wanted to support Elena and be there with you, but we just got an emergency right now and I can't get away. I'm supposed to be in the theater by now, but I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't be worried. I know you hate it when I leave you handing.”“I'm tired of the same excuses every time, Sarah. I'm trying to be caring and supportive as I can be, but you keep taking it for granted. I can't keep being the only one who's got to compromise. It's annoying.”“No one knows that better than me, love,” she sai
Once Elena finished her speech and announced the name of her book, the fundraising began. She got off the podium and went over to sign autographs, everyone cat calling, excited to have her so close. It was as though she was a goddess. Two women were crying as they told her about how her works had changed their lives. They were crying so hard that Elena began crying too. It was so beautiful to watch.“Mr. Delmonte! So glad you were able to make it.” I forced a smile onto my face as I reluctantly walked over to Jude Bellingham, the event's organizer, prepping myself mentally for the unnecessary small talk. As long as you were famous, gracing events like this had people treat you with so much pretentiousness. Too much ass-kissing from people who didn't give two fucks about who you were, but what your fame and wealth brought them. It was sickening to watch, let alone be an active participant.“Thank you once again for your generosity in letting us use this beautiful, spacious event center
My palms turned sweaty as I parked my car in front of the Williams mansion. It was Sarah and Elena's birthday today, and while I was happy to see Elena and celebrate with her, I couldn't say the same about Sarah. Things had not been the same between us for a while, and I was tired of ignoring it. I couldn't keep up with the pretense anymore.With barely three weeks to our wedding, every issue we'd ever had seemed amplified. Perhaps I'd lost interest, call it cold feet, but it felt bigger than that. There was a part of me that kept wondering if the only reason she and I even started dating was the knowledge that we'd end up eventually, through our arranged marriage.But the catch was... would we have? The woman my parents had chosen was Elena. If I hadn't...if that night hadn't happened, would I have been married to Elena now?I ran a hand through my hair and drew a shaky breath. It didn't matter now, did it? There was no going back in time to change anything, and loss of interest or n
“Guess what, Ponyo? I've got something for you too. You honestly didn't think I forgot that did you?”She pouted at me. “You know you didn't have to.”“I wanted to,” I said firmly, holding up a second paper bag I'd brought along with me. “What sort of best friend would I be if I don't get a birthday present for my best friend?”“Richy — ”“See what's inside first. Please.”She exhaled, taking the bag from me. “You're so sweet, it hurts,” she murmured. I watched her carefully as she unwrapped the box inside the bag, her eyes widening, my heart beating erratically. When was the last time I was nervous about something as simple as a gift?“Oh, Richard,” she gasped, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “Richard, this book isn't out yet! I got it on pre-order, but it won't be released till another six months gone by. How did you ever — ” she flipped it open, tears escaping her eyes when she saw the personally written note inside. It was from Nina Simone, her favorite romance author. “Is this...
“Are you home right now, babe?” The phone line rustled with Talia's yawn as she replied lazily. “I'm at Grandmother's place, Elena. She wanted us to have lunch together.”I bit my bottom lip, feeling a flash of guilt because it had been a while since I visited Grandmother Willow. I had been wallowing in my own sorrows too damn much lately.“Want to come over?” Talia asked in a singsong, that knowing stretch on the last word. I chuckled. “Is Richard there too?” He was the main reason why I had been avoiding Grandmother Willow's place. He went there a lot to seek her counsel, and due to the fact that I wanted to ensure we spent as little time as possible with each other as the wedding date drew closer, I had no choice but to stop visiting Grandmother altogether.Talia tsked. “If I told you the truth, you wouldn't want to come anymore.”That confirmed things for me. I exhaled as I glanced around my office, feeling so lonely. I needed someone to talk to. To share my pain with. “Alright
“You're a jerk, through and through!” Talia yelled at me from the backseat, before turning to Elena. “You think so too, right babe. He's a jerk, right?”Elena nodded. “A hundred percent,” she said before looking up, our gazes colliding in the rearview mirror, her eyes however unfocused. She belched, scrunching up her face at the putrid smell that left her mouth. “You're a fucking jerk. I hate you,” she whispered the last part, but I caught it anyway.Something about the way she said it hit me hard, and a dull ache I couldn't make sense out of rippled across my chest. I knew they were both drunk, and I shouldn't take what they were saying to heart, but I'd never seen Elena look at me with so much...so much disregard.“Ponyo? Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?”She looked away, resting her head against Talia, the two if them snuggling close in the backseat. I sighed as I kept my attention forward, on the road, as I drove us home. I didn't understand a thing. Elena and Tali
I groaned softly at the feel of her ass on my thighs and wrapped my hands around her waist. "W-What do you think you're doing, Ponyo?"She laughed. "What does it look like I'm doing, Richard? I want to sit here. On your thighs.""You can't. It's... it's not — ""I don't care what it's not. I want to sit here, and I'll do it anyway.""Tell me the truth, Elena. How much did you drink today? You don't sound like yourself."She moved, pulling herself closer and I gritted my teeth, blood rushing to my cock and making it even harder. She was sitting right on top of it, wiggling that arse right on top of it, and though I was trying my hardest not to, the thing I wanted most was to rip her panties off, drag down my sweatpants and fuck her real good.Disappointing? I knew. But this was probably every man's weakness. Every straight man's weakness."I did think I took a lot earlier," she whispered, her beautiful emerald eyes darkening. "But now I realize I didn't take enough. I've never had the
She took a step back, crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. “Now you're making things up. I asked you for your shirt. I didn't ask you to fuck me... though, judging from the way you're hard, I already suspect that you want to. So quit the responsible man act and do what your body wants.”I ignore her rant. “Let's make a deal. Would you go to sleep if I give you my t-shirt?”She nodded. “That'll be fair.”“Fine, Fine, babe. I'll give you the t-shirt, but this ends here, okay? Stop pushing me. I don't know what's gotten into you, I don't know what you have in mind, but this is wrong in every sense of the word. Knowing you, you're going to be pulling your hairs in regret tomorrow morning.”“Oh yeah?” she flipped her hair back and grabbed her dress, pulling it over her head, letting it drop to the floor. My jaw went slack. “Damn, you're... you're naked. You didn't wear any underwear to the club. Elena, God, this is...this is foolishness. What if you'd been raped? You'd nev