LOGINDREA.My heart sank.“Really?” I asked, my voice low and my smile long gone.He nodded.The air was thick with tension, an uncomfortable silence settling.I opened my mouth to say something when he cut me off.“Well, it’s late. So I’ll be heading to bed.” He mumbled, standing up.I stood up with him and glanced at him before picking up my phone and jacket.“Goodnight.” I mumbled, walking out of the room without looking back.I hated how he acted anytime Dad was brought into the conversation.Why didn’t he ever want to talk about him?I would love to hear about their time together.I would love to hear anything about Dad.But I couldn’t.Why?Cause he shuts himself off anytime dad is mentioned?What happened between them?•••After the late breakfast I just had, I made my way to the lib
DREA.His eyes lingered on me for a while before I cleared my throat, my face diverting down to my hands which were playing with my sleeves.I heard him sigh and looked up to see him shutting his laptop.“What happened?” He asked.My eyebrows furrowed together, confused.“Something happened.” He leaned back against his seat, staring at me.“What?”“You’ve been pulling at your sleeves since you walked in.” I looked down at my hands.He was right.I was.And I didn’t even notice.“You do that when you’re uncomfortable or you have a lot of things on your mind.” He added.My face frowned.“How would you know that?” I asked.“I just do.” He replied, shrugging.“So.” He sat up properly. “What happened?”Should I tell him about the things I just found out?
DREA“Why did he do that?” I asked.“I don’t know.” She replied.“What do you know about my mum?” She sighed, rubbing her hands over her face.“Just what your dad told me. She died when you were three.” She explained.“He was never really over her even after we got married.” She continued.If he still loved her and had never gotten over her, then why cut her face out of the photos?“Do you know how August’s dad knew my mum?” I asked.Her brows furrowed.“Your husband’s father?” She asked and I nodded.She looked down for a second, almost as if she was thinking about something deeply.“From what I know, they were really close growing up, and your parents met when they were teenagers.“So they all had to know each other, right?”That’s it.They all knew each other as kids.“So wait. You knew that August’s dad and my dad were friends, and allowed me to marry his son?”She huffed, looking at me.“So what? They’re rich aren’t they? Nothing else matters to me.” She responded.I sighed.For
DREA “What are you talking about?” I mumbled, and they gasped as soon as I entered the kitchen. They ran close to me with their hands clasped and their heads down. “Mrs. Wolfe!” One of them exclaimed, her voice shaky. “What are you talking about?” I asked again. They looked at each other, as if contemplating whether they should say something or not. “I won’t ask again,” I warned, my voice firm. The one who was next to the stove closed her eyes tightly. “I used to work for Mr Wolfe’s father before getting transferred here” she started, her head still down. “While I was there, he usually got drunk and stared at a photo of a woman for hours” She continued. “I heard him talking to someone on the phone one day about how Mr Wolfe’s fiancée was her daughter.” My heart stopped. A lump formed in my throat. Ethan Wolfe knew my mum? How? “Who was he on the phone with?” I asked. They looked at each other once again, not speaking. “WHO?!” I yelled, my hands balling
DREA “I still don’t understand why you still work here.” Camille sighed, brewing some coffee. “It’s something to keep me busy.” I replied, serving a customer. “I don’t have school for four months and I can’t stay cooped up in that house anymore.” It felt really good to finally just…breathe. Free from cameras watching your every move Free from security and their hushed conversations. “Just leave her if she still wants to work.” Alex chimed in. I turned around, barely noticing the time he came in. “Exactly.” I responded. He stared at me for a second before heading back to the kitchen. “You know he has a crush on you right?” Camille asked with a smirk. Alex? “No way.” I scoffed. She stood up properly. “It’s true. It’s literally as clear as day!” She exclaimed before getting a customer. “Are you really August Wolfe’s wife?” I looked towards a woman who looked to be in her early thirties staring at me behind the counter. Not this again. Ever since the wedding, it’s been lik
DREA I yawned, stretching my limbs and waking up. I didn't want to get up from this comfy bed. This was the best I had slept in years. sighing, I got up with a groan and headed to the Huse bathroom. Unlike my usual shower which takes minutes to heat up, this one heated up in literal seconds. I sighed, taking my time under the shower before stepping out and making my way to the walk in closet. I got dressed in some shorts and some random t shirt before heading out for the day I headed downstairs the next day to see Mrs Carrington already waiting for me. She looked up from her watch and glanced at me. “Good morning Mrs Wolfe. I trust you slept well.” She said, her voice controlled. “I did.” I smiled. That was the best sleep of my life. I’m obsessed with that bed. “Let’s begin the tour.” Without giving me a chance to respond, she began walking away as I hurriedly followed. This place had three living rooms that were ridiculously large and felt staged. It had a twelve-sea
DREAFifteen minutes later, we finally arrived at school.“Please don’t open the door for me Cole. Not today.” I begged.If anyone saw a driver opening the door for me, it would feed into the gold digger allegations.He nodded, his face showing that he understood why.I slowly pushed the door open
DREA Well, it’s safe to say that I definitely flunked my test. I also didn’t have the necessary tools needed for the model.Story of my life, I guess.Walking out of the main entrance, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and searched up the company — Wolfe Systems.The address popped up on Google M
“It’s either that or you are kicked out.” With that, she stood up and practically danced her way out of the room in excitement.“It’s going to be okay.” Philip reassured me as I sniffled, trying to stop the tears from streaming down my face.“No it’s not. Why would he force a marriage on me?” I ask
DREA“We can’t keep hiding this from her anymore,” He whispered harshly.My eyes gazed up to the door, my ears perched at the hushed voices coming from behind it.“Yes, we can. That is the only reason I kept her here. She would’ve been kicked out years ago if not for the agreement.” Another voice a







