Wifey Material

"Dr. Harding" a familiar voice calls out and I turn around.

It's the handsome dude. Shame. He has a girlfriend.

"I saw that in there. I have a proposal for you"

"What?" I ask, curious.

"My bestfriend needs a wife and-

"I'm a doctor. A surgeon. Not an actress."

"I know. You don't need to be an actress. You have it in your blood. Please. I really need this. You're perfect for it"

If it was any other day, this would look insane. But today, I'm actually considering it. It'll just pour fuel into the fire for Ryan. Meaning that my revenge gets sweeter.

"Okay"

"Okay? You mean like okay?"

"I mean okay. I'm in"

"Great. Epic. Perfect. I'll-

"Wait. This has been enough drama for one day. Have my card. Call me tomorrow"

"Great thanks" he says and I turn and walk to my car.

I'm officially crazy now.

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The sound of the doorbell wakes me up from my beautiful slumber. After arriving home yesterday, I had to burn all the bed spreads and duvets. I ordered new ones right after but decided to keep that specific one for Ryan. I mean I saw them on it. He must want them. Memories aren't to be thrown away.

I open the door and speak of the devil and he appears

"What are my stuff doing out here Elizabeth?"

"Oh these" I smile, eyeing the bags I left outside the apartment, "I just decided to offer you a helping hand. I mean these are just a bunch of trash anyway. It's not much. So I decided to help you keep them out"

"Elizabeth these are my stuff"

"I never said they weren't. Now it's time for you to go. Hello, Hi, Bye Bye Ryan"

"Look Elizabeth-

"Cut it out Ryan. We met, Hello. We had a date, Hi. We became a couple, Yay. We got engaged, Woohoo. Now we're over, Bye. It happens. Life goes on. Don't make this difficult for yourself"

"Who are you Elizabeth?"

"It's Ms. Harding for you Ryan. I don't want to correct you again. And as for who I am, just the same girl with the same name, just a different mindset and a new game" I wink "Bye Ryan" I close the door on him and roll my eyes.

Where was I again? Oh sleep.

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The shrill sound of my ringtone wakes me up from my enjoyable slumber.

"Hello" I answer, my voice hoarse.

"Hi Dr. Harding. It's me. You asked me to call you. My bestfriend is actually ready to meet up."

"Okay" I say with a yawn

"Where should we meet?"

"I think the Monmouth Coffee Shop will be fine"

"Okay. See you soon then"

I hung up and decide to pull myself out of bed. I already accepted this and I can't decline. Besides, I still think it's an amazing idea and it'll boost up my revenge to a whole new level.

I didn't originally want to do this. Infact, for a minute somewhere I thought of giving Ryan the chance to explain himself. Because one of my principles in life is to always allow someone to defend their actions. I believe jumping into conclusions for someone's actions and attitude can be deadly. As far as it comes to them, they have to get that priviledge.

But then again what explanation do you really need when you see your fiancé in bed with another woman. And in this case, my own step-sister.

It's not like I'm ever going to give him another chance anyway, once a cheater always a cheater. And once bitten, twice shy.

It is said that the one who has been bitten by a snake is scared of worms. According to me, the sting of betrayal is as poisonous as a snake bite. Eva is a conniving arse bitch and Ryan is a snake.

A deadly python.

I decide I've had enough with my thoughts and throw on a pair of palazo pants and a chivon blue top. I leave my hair down and apply some lip balm. No need to stress myself. Even though I may be meeting my potential husband. The thought alone makes me laugh.

"Okay so Veronica I might be doing some crazy stuff right now" I say the moment she picks up the phone

"On the scale of throwing myself down the window to killing my cat, how crazy are you going?"

"Like getting a husband crazy..."

"Wait what?" She laughs

"You heard me"

"That's amazing! Who's the lucky dude?"

"Aren't you gonna ask me how that happened?"

"That's for later. Important factor right now is who is he?"

"I don't know"

"Okay maybe this is more crazier than I thought"

"I'm now on my way to meet him"

"Okay. Fill me in later. What are you wearing though?"

"Uhm... palazo?" I say cautiously, knowing she's going to flip

"What?!?!" She shrieks.

Bet.

"Anyway, you're in it already. Next time call me to dress you up"

"Yes ma'am"

"Goodluck. Nail that arse for me baby"

"Okay" I laugh and hung up.

Oh what would I do without her?

I arrive at the coffee shop shortly and get in but they are late.

First impressions people. Where did that go?

Fifteen minutes and a mug of coffee latte and cheesecake later ( I just can't help myself when it comes to coffee shops), the both of them emerge and I will myself with all my mighty will power not to gasp.

If I thought the dude I met yesterday was handsome then his bestfriend is beautiful. Gorgeous. Holly Molly. Christmas came early this year. Dump one and get one. I feel fly.

Do they do it on purpose? So good looking buddies!

"Hello Ms. Harding. How was your night?"

"Great. I presume yours was too?"

"It was perfect."

"You know I never really got your name?" I ask

"It's Benjamin"

"Great. We kind of missed out on introductions"

"I'm sorry"

"No it's alright"

I snap my eyes to the other male and he's staring at me quite intently. I can feel his burning gaze all the way through.

His grey eyes hold a mystery to them that I can't seem to figure out. His brunet hair is so gelled and perfectly styled. My fingers itch to pass my hands through them but I ignore and fist them. I'm not sure he's human. His looks are out of this world. It doesn't help that he looks so familiar either. I just can't put my finger on it.

"Elizabeth Harding. Twenty five. Surgeon. Daughter of the most popular owner of the best law firm in London, His Lordship Mason Harding. I've heard a lot about you"

His voice, Sweet Jesus, I'm trying to stay a saint but it seems the world just wants to tempt me. I know we're in London but his accent is a new level of bite me

It doesn't help that he has his hands full and I don't even know his name.

"I can see you've done your homework. Well I haven't. So if you don't mind introducing yourself"

"I'm Charles Frost. Aspiring CEO of Frost Capital. That's infact why we're all here today. I'll cut to the chase. In order for me to have the oppurtunity to resume office as the official CEO of Frost Capital, I have to get a wife. Which is going to send message to all of London including my family, the media and our investors that I am responsible and capable of handling that company and that all rumours about me regarding any sexual activity is false"

That is why. Charles Frost. Now I know why he's so familiar. I've read about him before. And by that I mean his recent escapades, or lack there of since he claims them to be false. When you have a bestfriend who's obssessed with billionaires and millionaires, she forces a magazine down your throat every free time you have.

"Are they really false though?" I ask, referring to the rumours

"Of course they are false. I have better things to do than go out with cheap women. The only important thing is if you're ready to accept the offer" he's so business minded

"Yes. I am. That's why I'm here"

"Great. You'll have to sign a few papers of course. And then I'll introduce you to my family and the media tonight"

"How are you going to do that?"

"Simple. Frost Capital will be holding a charity fair tomorrow and that is when we'll extend the news of our upcoming marriage. Once that's done, we'll take the rest from there"

With a deep sigh, I respond, "Okay"

Am I sure about this?