Mason's POV
Candice's response didn't guarantee whether or not she was coming to New York. I had invited her last night, but her hesitation stung. "It's too soon to plan a wedding when we just got engaged," she said. The frustration gnawed at me.
My father had already invited the Prescotts over for dinner today, and this whole alliance fiasco had thrown me into chaos. One moment, I was planning a romantic dinner for my fiancée, and the next, I was dealing with a wedding my father was arranging for me and some stranger. Yes, I am aware of the relationship my dad has with the Prescott's but I thought it ended when Michael Prescott died years ago.
I sent Candice a text, asking her to come to New York so I could explain things to her properly. I headed to the bathroom to freshen up, awaiting her response with bated breath.
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On my way to the office, a reply came in. "Fine, but I'll be arriving next week. I still have a ton of photo shoots this week."
I groaned upon reading her text, next week is too far. I need her to come here today. "Can't you just come over today? Please love, It's important." I texted back. I never used "please" unless it was with Candice. She could be stubborn, but she was the one person I loved, flaws and all.
Her response was swift. "I can't, babe; I need to work. At least one of us has to keep a steady income."
Her words stung, a reminder of the inequality she saw between us. She didn't mean to hurt me, but even if she did, I don't care. Like I said, flaws and all. I ignored her text and focused on finding another solution.
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When I arrived at the office, my assistant was waiting for me.
"Good day, sir," she greeted, "I'm here to inform you that you'll be meeting with Mr Marino at 2 pm."
I nodded, acknowledging the information. "You can go. Hold on, cancel my schedule for tomorrow. I'll be visiting one of the restaurants tomorrow."
She paused halfway through the door. "Your father also asked me to remind you that this partnership means a lot to this company. He wants you to make sure Mr Marino is pleased with our work."
I chuckled softly, my dad still didn't trust me to do a good job. He should be thanking me for making this company what it is today. "You can go." I dismissed her.
As she left, I focused on the work in front of me, determined not to be late for my meeting with Mr Marino.
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The meeting with Mr Marino was cordial.
"It's nice doing business with you, Mason," he said, shaking my hand.
"Likewise, Mr Marino. I hope we continue this successful partnership."
"Please, call me Enzo. We're almost the same age," he replied with a friendly smile. Enzo is just a year older than me. Though I admire his work, I kept my distance. His ties with the Italian mafia made me wary. I've heard so much about his illegal activities and ruthless nature, and he has been living up to his reputation.
As we concluded our meeting, my assistant informed me that my sister was waiting for me in my office. I don't have time to deal with her right now but I also know sending her home isn't an option. That girl is like a leach.
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Returning to my office, Julie had already made herself comfortable while waiting for me.
"Finally, I thought you'd be stuck in there all day." She exclaimed as I entered. "Were you planning on sleeping there?"
"I didn't ask you to come here," I replied, my tone sarcastic.
Julie rolled her eyes. "Oh please. You know you can't live without me. Anyway, I just needed to leave the house for a bit. I don't want to spend too much time with Dad before he decides to arrange my wedding as well." She taunted me. I seriously doubt my dad would do that to her, she's his favorite.
I smirked. "Not funny, Julie. Shouldn't you be preparing for tonight's dinner?" I already knew what her answer would be.
"Are you kidding? I can't stand Blair. She's a walking disaster and so full of herself," Julie said, clearly unimpressed.
Julie kept me up last night, giving me different reasons why I shouldn't marry that girl. She's a model, just like Candice. Honestly, I don't even know why I listened, and I don't have time for drama. But what surprised me was when Julie said my dad wasn't very fond of this girl. So why does he want me to marry her? He must care for his late friend, Michael Prescott.
"I don't know how to get out of this mess," I confessed.
"Hey, he's your father too." Julie retorted.
"I doubt that," I muttered.
"I thought you called your girlfriend, Candice?" She asked.
"She said she'll be coming next week, but I only have until tomorrow," I said, frustration creeping into my voice.
Julie's expression turned thoughtful. "You know I'm not a fan of Candice but I hate Blair more. Plus, you're crazy in love. So I'll come up with a solution, just let me search through my brain for something." She said, determined.
Julie never likes anyone, I've never heard her talk about someone she likes except her boyfriend, Kyle. The day she visited me in Paris, she saw Candice yelling at an old lady, and since then, she's never liked the idea of us being together.
I was skeptical. "What idea could you possibly come up with, silly?"
Julie's face lit up. "I've got it," she yelled and jumped like she just solved the world's hardest puzzle. "What if you get a substitute bride? It's temporary. You set clear terms, and once Candice arrives, you divorce her."
I stared at her, stunned. "Have you lost your senses, that's the dumbest thing you've ever said."
"Not if you handle it right. I'll have a lawyer friend draft a contract for you. Just tell me what you want included," she explained.
I hesitated. "And what if she refuses to get divorced?" I can't believe I considered this idea. I guess I'm the crazy one.
"Don't worry about that, my friend's got it covered. That's why we need a lawyer."
"I already have a lawyer..."
"You probably don't know this, but your lawyer takes orders from Dad, and if you go to him, I'm one hundred percent sure Dad will find out about it, so this is the safest route."
I was shocked by what she told me. I should have known my dad had people watching me. I'll have to send someone to keep an eye on Candice. I can't afford to let my dad meet with her before he ruins this for me too.
"Please don't let Dad know I told you. He'll never trust me again." Julie pleaded. I know she cares about both of us and is just trying to fix things with me and my dad.
"I won't but I don't know if I can find someone that fast."
Julie's idea was surprising, but it made sense.
"You'll have to do that yourself, I can't help with that. Just go out, you'll find someone. Didn't Dad ask you to go supervise the restaurant? There will be lots of girls there, just let your heart guide you." She said dramatically.
"Shut up, leach. I'm not looking for love, just a temporary solution." I said, shaking my head at her childish behavior.
Julie laughed. "You never know what the future holds, brother; maybe you might end up falling for your substitute bride. I just read about a similar story but she was a surrogate." I knew it, she always does this. After reading those fictional books, she'll start meddling in my love life.
"Why don't you experiment on your relationship and leave me alone."
"Kyle isn't around now, he's in London. Why do you think I'm here?"
"Alright, thanks for stopping by, now leave." I faked being upset.
"That was a joke, I'm not leaving without you."
"We should probably get going; it's getting quite late," I said, looking at my watch. I'm glad Julie came, her presence made my day less gloomy.
"Hmm, I hate how the thought of going home takes your smile away." She muttered sadly.
"I have my own house, Julie. You know the only reason I'm still there is because of you. That place stopped being my home the day Dad sent me to France. I'll have to move back to my penthouse once this is settled."
"I'm going to visit you every day once you move out, so you better get ready. No peace for you." She said, making us both laugh. I may hate the fact that my dad remarried so quickly but I never blame Julie or her mom. Her mother was a victim of my dad's carelessness.
"Looking forward to it," I said, smiling.
"Let's go," I said after keeping all my files in my drawer. I glanced at my watch and it was getting late. Despite my frustrations with my father and the arranged marriage, having Julie around was comforting.
One Year Later The Barrett estate was filled with life, laughter, and warmth. It was the twins’ first birthday, and the garden had been transformed into a magical wonderland with twinkling lights, pastel-colored balloons, and flowers. The scent of freshly baked cakes and savory treats prepared for the celebration filled the air. Raven stood in front of a large mirror in her bedroom, adjusting the delicate lace dress she wore. The gown hugged her figure in all the right places, a testament to how well she'd recovered after giving birth. She had lost some of her confidence after having the babies – her body had gone through so many changes, and she had hated looking in the mirror for a long time until Mason wouldn't allow her to anymore. The thing she was most self-conscious of was the scar from the surgery she had had to have after the babies were delivered. Mason bought matching lingerie and sexy sleepwear and refused to let her question how stunning she was. Every time he saw her h
When they returned to the mansion that evening, the house was eerily quiet."What’s going on?" Raven asked. "Where'd everyone go?""What's that over there?" Blair pointed to a small bouquet on the table. Attached to it was a note that read, Come to the garden.Raven’s heart skipped a beat. She followed the note’s instructions, and when she stepped into the garden, her breath caught.The garden was transformed into a romantic paradise. Twinkling fairy lights adorned the trees, and a path of rose petals led to a small table surrounded by candles."Mason did this," Raven whispered, her heart swelling. Suddenly her aching feet had disappeared, the back pain that had hit her while they were in Victoria’s Secret and signalled the end of the trip. Her exhaustion was gone and she was smiling so much her cheeks hurt. She was already close to tears as she took it all in.Just as she took a step forward, looking for Mason, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. She grabbed her stomach and cried
Later that night, Raven was on a call with Blair, discussing the transformation of Lenora’s modeling agency."I was thinking we could add a design department," Raven suggested. "That way, we can focus on both modeling and fashion."Blair’s excitement knew no bounds. "That’s a great idea! I’ll handle the modeling side, and you can oversee the designs.""Deal," Raven said.After a brief pause, Blair asked, "You sound a bit down, not yourself. What’s wrong?"Raven hesitated. "Nothing, I’m worried about Mason.""Why? You two have been great lately, you’re perfect for each other. You’re even closer than before."Raven bit her lip. "I thought he’d ask me to marry him again by now. But he hasn’t mentioned it and I'm starting to get anxious. What if he doesn’t want me? What if the babies are scaring him off? What if he thinks I’ll be like Candice? What if-"“Raven, breathe. Have you talked to him about it?" Blair asked."No. That’s not something you can just bring up," Raven said.Blair chuck
The dining table was filled with different breakfast dishes: fluffy pancakes topped with berries and syrup, scrambled eggs with herbs, smoked salmon on toast, and fresh fruit bowls. In front of Raven was a large bowl full of bacon, strawberry jam, and chocolate sauce – her strangest and most intense craving.Mason sipped his coffee, stealing glances at Raven as she hummed softly, her hand occasionally resting on her baby bump. He had become more attentive than before – which was already overboard according to Julie. He was more proud, more focused, and a lot more protective. Watching her scoff down her food now, still looking as sexy as ever, made his chest hurt a little. So much had happened; she had been through so much; he just wished the worst of it hadn’t been because of him.She sighed and looked up at him, offering him a genuine smile.“What are you looking at?” she asked, but all he could do was shake his head and smile back at her. “Well, you’re being very strange.”“Yeah, bu
Justin found Mason sitting quietly in Charles’s office. He didn’t sit at the desk, rather, he sat at the sofa to the side where they had argued so many times. He stared at his father's desk as if he could still see him sitting and working as they watched when they were children. It was the only thing he and Mason had ever been able to do together without fighting. Thinking back to those moments, Justin couldn't understand why he always felt like he had to one-up Mason, why they couldn't have been friends.He turned to leave him in peace when Mason spoke up.“Remember when we'd just sit here and watched Dad working?” he asked as if he had sensed his presence.“I was just thinking about that.”Mason looked up at him with tears in his eyes, shocking Justin with the vulnerability in the other man's eyes.“Did he suffer?” Mason asked softly, trying to hide the sob that threatened.“No,” Justin said, sitting in the seat across from him. “He just sort of… went.”Mason turned back to look at
Mason pulled up to the Barrett mansion early that morning. He had deliberately left his penthouse early, avoiding Candice while she packed her belongings. The last thing he wanted was another confrontation. He wanted no part in her theatrics, they just made his headaches even worse than the blinding migraines he often suffered with.He exited the car and made his way inside.He had barely entered the living room when he spotted Justin coming down the stairs as if he owned the place. He looked… smug.Smug?Or something else?Mason couldn’t quite place it, but it rubbed him the wrong way to see him in his father's house. Justin had never been anything more than a snake in the grass, always waiting to take what Mason had."What the hell are you doing here?" Mason demanded, narrowing his eyes and letting the door close louder than necessary behind him. "Here to gloat about your little affair with Candice? Or measuring the curtains – you know you’re not inheriting the place, right? I’m sti