Bound by Fate:Falling for Mr.Arrogant Billionaire

Roselyn Moore POV I ran into the hospital, my heart racing with fear and worry. The call I’d received an hour ago felt like a bad dream I couldn’t escape. I stumbled to the registration desk, struggling to catch my breath.“I got a call that my dad has been admitted here,” I said, my voice shaking with anxiety.The nurse looked at me kindly. “His name?” she asked, already typing on her computer.“Kelvin Moore,” I replied, my voice trembling as I tried to calm my racing heart. “He's in the ICU, room 15. Please take the elevator or stairs to the second floor and turn right." she said, and a cold shiver ran down my spine at the word 'ICU'. I didn't have the patience to wait for the elevator, so I raced up the stairs, driven by a growing sense of anxiousness, praying he was alright and everything was going to be fine with him.The hospital’s sterile corridors felt like they stretched on forever, my footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. The smell of antiseptic was overpowering, and my

Roselyn Moore POV I rehearsed what I’d say to Mr. Harrison, trying to find the right words to ask for an advance on my salary. I arrived at the office at 7:30 am, and I'm surprised to see his door still closed. He was always the first one to arrive at the office, like he never left the building."Good morning, sir." I greeted him immediately I saw him walking out of the elevator.He grunted in response, disappearing into his office. I immediately stood up from my desk and rushed towards the coffee room to make his morning coffee, lest he get annoyed about me not having his coffee ready.As I made his coffee I tried to muster up some courage. "Okay, Rose, you can do this, just ask him, I'm sure he'll understand.“I took a really deep breath as I stood at the door of his office, my anxiety and fear of his reaction threatening to overwhelm me, but I steeled myself, knowing I had to swallow my pride as my dad's life depended on it."Come in." I heard him say after I knocked on his door.

Roselyn Moore POV I trudged into the house, I was enveloped in darkness and silence, a clear sign that Sophie hadn't arrived home yet.Maybe she's working late. I sigh, feeling a sense of relief at having the house to myself. I needed some time to unwind and reflect on the day's events, which had left me feeling drained.I flipped the light switch and headed to the kitchen, where I poured myself a glass of warm water to soothe my parched throat. After quenching my thirst, I made my way to my bedroom to freshen up before cooking dinner for Sophie and me."I dropped my bag on my desk and took out my phone. My eyes fell on the contract, which reminded me that Jeffrey had given me my own copy before I left the office. I took it out and stared at it for a while, lost in thought.I sighed, placing it on the desk, and then walked toward the bathroom to indulge in a warm, soothing bath. I needed it's comforting warmth to alleviate the emotional turmoil I'd endured today.I came out of the ba

Roselyn POV Time seemed to stand still as my emotions swirled around me like a raging hurricane. My feelings closed to a tornado, ripping through my soul. “We'll head to the salon first to get you ready, then proceed to the ancestral mansion.“"Em...okay, sir." I stutter, fidgeting my finger as I dread meeting his family. Although I'd heard rumors that his parents were down-to-earth, but his grandfather, Old Master Harrison, was a tough nut to crack. I knew I had to act well to convince his family that our relationship was genuine."We'll leave by 4 p.m.," he glanced at me. "Okay, sir," I said, before returning to my desk to mentally prepare myself for tonight. I glanced over at the clock and saw that there were just two hours left until 4 pm."You got this, Rose, how hard could it be pretending to be his wife?" I muster, but the thought of faking a romantic connection with Mr. Harrison already felt like a mission impossible."Hopefully it goes well tonight," I sighed, focusing on

Roselyn POVIt was crazy how the Harrisons had managed to organize an entire wedding in just two weeks. When Mr. Harrison had informed me we were getting married in a fortnight, my jaw had nearly hit the floor. I was expecting months of planning, not a date set practically overnight. He’d told me not to worry about the preparation that it would be taken care of. All I had to do was show up on the wedding day. I felt like I was a guest at my own wedding. I had always wanted to plan my own wedding... pick my own wedding dress, pick my own food, pick my own cake, pick the venue, and plan everything from scratch, but I guess I won't get the chance to do all that.I tried to convince myself that it was better this way, easier even. Less pressure, less stress. I didn’t have to worry about anything; just walk down the aisle and say the words. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the sense of loss that clung to me like a shadow. It wasn’t just about the wedding itself; it was abou