“Right. I understand. I just want to do my job and tarnishing your name isn’t part of it. But let’s be clear. The man I was following isn’t someone connected to me the way you think. He’s just, uh…”
Mr. Beaumont raised his eyebrow. “He’s just what? Proceed, Miss Sullivan.”
My lips protruded a bit. He already addressed me by my first name but now he’s addressing me like I’m a business partner.
“Let’s just say he’s an old friend whom I didn’t see for several years.”
“Uh-huh.” He nodded. “Anyway, I don’t care about your relationship with him. It’s none of my business. But you should have been more cautious with your actions. You see, you troubled Charlie by searching you around the long streets of Manhattan. And you also troubled me. What were you thinking, huh? Are you that stupid?&rdq
The whole flight back to Manchester was a pain in the ass. I just tried to not mind how Adam was sitting next to me the whole time. Although he wasn’t talking to me, the mere sight of his serious face was enough to intimidate anyone, including me.I thought we would head back to his house straight from the airport but I realized we were taking another route, which I think is going far north.“Where are we going?” I asked the stone-cold man sitting next to me in his luxurious Rolls Royce. “I don’t think we are heading to your place.”“We are heading to a hotel to meet a business associate of mine,” he answered flatly.“Then why do I have to go with you? You should have told me earlier. I would have hailed a cab back to
Wedding of the century… it says.I looked at my photo in the magazine. With my luxury dress and perfect get up, surely, no one would recognize the poor Katherine Sullivan's face. Besides, I was living in a small town in Washington. Those people who knew me there didn't care about the people in high society. I even doubt if this news had reached those cheap broadsheets. In Great Britain maybe, but not in Washington.I guess it's also the reason why Peter purposely searched for a substitute in that small town far away from Manchester because if someone would recognize the impostor in the middle of pretense, it would create a big trouble.My eyes drifted to the man next to me in the featured picture. Adam was in his dark suit, staring straight with his set of deep dark eyes as if he was trying to intimidate the photographer. His face was clean-shaven and his pitch black hair was brushed up neatly. His brows were thick enough and curving at his eyes perfectly
I looked at myself in the mirror. The sight of the wedding gown makes me feel like my stomach is being twisted somewhere. When I was younger, I always thought that the moment I wear a wedding gown, it would be the happiest day of my life. But at this moment, looking at myself, the only thing I feel is pity. I pity myself for having no choice but to stoop this low.I value marriage. It’s a sacred thing for me, yet what I will do today is a grave sin, a fraud and a form of disrespect.It’s just sad that I couldn’t appreciate such beautiful wedding gown. I’m sure this kind of gown is every girl’s dream. I wished I could at least be a little happy for having a chance to wear it, but I just couldn’t.I immediately wiped the tear that escaped my eye when I heard the door clicked. From the mirror, I saw Peter went in. He’s wearing a black tuxedo and a bow tie.I faced him with a small smile.“You’re he
I glared at Adam and pulled my hand when the driver wasn’t watching. Thinking that we will spend the night together later makes my stomach churn. But then, at least we already had an agreement that he won’t demand anything else. We are clear on that part so I am kind of relieved. But still, I still can’t help feeling uneasy about it. Imagine, I was never in a romantic relationship before and I had never slept with a man, and yet I will be sleeping in the same room with a ruthless, tsundere, and narcissistic billionaire. Could there be something worse than that?The reception was full of pretense. I was smiling the whole time, saying my thank yous to the endless greetings. I tell you, it was not fun at all. Especially when there's this grumpy man beside me holding my waist and pissing me off every time he says words I don't like."You know what
What the hell is this?I was just right there, sitting on the carpet, looking at my hand. Blood dripped to my wrist and to the carpet. The cut in my finger was small but I think the one in the palm was deeper.It was painful, but I couldn't concentrate on the pain alone. Why did someone sent this to us? Is it a prank? I don't think someone would give that kind of thing as wedding gift, unless it's meant to be… a warning. A threat.The door of the bathroom abruptly opened. Adam went out in a black bathrobe that's not even properly tied. His hair was still dripping wet and droplets of water were trickling down his face and neck. He obviously didn't take time to wipe himself and just wore the robe so he can get out. He probably heard my shriek."What did—" He stopped. His eyes went down to my hand and he immediately knew what was wrong."I-I was bored… I thought of opening the gifts, then I got the red box… I didn't know&mda
“Mr. Velasquez said that you may enjoy all the resort’s services for free, Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont. If you need anything, just call customer service on the telephone,” the staff said when we arrived at our room’s door. The way she addressed us gave me goosebumps. It’s just really strange, you know. Not strange in a good way since I don’t think I would ever want that title for myself. I’d rather marry a beggar than marry someone as cold-blooded as Adam. He has all the riches in the world, alright. But for people like me, money isn’t the center of the world. And a man like him, he for sure will only treat his real wife as slave, which I will never allow to happen to me. “Thank you,” Adam said coldly. The staffs bringing our things went in along with us but immediately left. I sighed when I was left with Adam alone again. Every time we are alone together, it feels like the breathable air isn’t enough for both of us. It feels suffocating. Maybe because I’m still in
He was looking at the sea seriously when I turned to look at him. He looked so dark and stern that I wondered what he meant by that. Was I wrong to say that he could never understand me because he didn’t encounter hardships as difficult as mine? Thinking that he might have a rough past for him to say that made me feel guilty. “You’re right,” I managed to finally speak after a while. “I don’t know you that much, and I don’t know what you’ve been through in life. I was just used to, you know, having the mindset that only poor people have a rough past, and that rich people always have better life. For people in the lower crust like me, it’s easier to think that way. Because if we put it that way, we’d always dream for a life like yours. We think of it as a haven, the reason why we can’t see its flaws. We are blinded by the ideals that we tend to ignore the reality.” I looked away and sighed. “I’m sorry if I offended you.” “You tal
“Have you seen that?” I asked Adam while laughing when we entered our room.“Seen what?” He went to the corner table and poured himself some wine. I went to get my own glass. He poured some wine in it too.“The girl, Adam. Isn’t it obvious? She likes you.”He didn’t have any reaction. He only sipped on his wine. “And?”“And what? It’s just a little ridiculous. I mean, I’ve watched several movies with the ‘other woman’ tropes, but I couldn’t believe I experienced it first hand. She was trying to make me feel bad and seduce you the whole time, if you didn’t notice it.” I was still smiling like an idiot. It was such an entertainment. “If you she only knows that there is really nothing going on between us.”I sipped on my wine and traced the lid with my finger.“But honestly, I find her really bold and interesting. Apart