The time had passed quickly, and now it was the day of meeting his family. I still didn't feel prepared, but there was no going back now. I had spent the last two days with Beth, learning all I could about the family and the life I was about to enter into. But no matter how much I learned, I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty. Was I making the right decision?
As I sat there, lost in thought, the door to my room opened and Beth walked in, followed by a woman I'd never seen before. "Ms. Jones, this is Jasmine," Beth said, smiling warmly. "She's going to help you get ready for tonight."
"I'll leave you two to get started," Beth said, turning to leave the room. "I'll check back in a little while." The door closed behind her, and I turned my attention to the woman standing before me. "Hi," she said, holding out her hand. "I'm Jasmine Harris, and I'm here to help you get ready for tonight." I took her hand and shook it, trying to smile and seem relaxed, even though I was nervous and anxious inside. "Nice to meet you," I said. "I appreciate your help."
"It's my pleasure," she replied.
"Now, let's start with your hair," she said, gesturing towards the vanity table in the corner of the room. "What kind of look are you going for?" I thought for a moment, trying to come up with an answer. I didn't want to look too formal or too casual, I wanted to strike the right balance. "I want to look elegant, but not stuffy" I said finally. "I want to look like myself, but the best version of myself"
"I think I can work with that," she said, smiling. "Let's start by washing your hair"
Over the next few hours, I was transformed from a regular woman into a vision of elegance. My hair was washed and styled into a low bun, with few tendrils framing my face. My makeup was applied with careful precision. I was dressed in a black sheath dress that accentuated my figure and paired with classic black pumps. I didn't feel like myself, but I also didn't feel like I was pretending to be someone else. I felt like the best version of me, and I hoped that the Williams family would see that too.
After the makeover was complete, I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. A tear nearly fell from my eyes.
Oh my
"I love it" I finally said.
"I love it too" Jasmine said, her eyes shining with pride and satisfaction. "I love what we've done with your hair. The black color is really gorgeous, and the simple bun looks so elegant. You look like a movie star!" I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. She had a way of making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and I was grateful for her encouragement. "Thank you so much, Jasmine," I said, genuinely touched by her words.
Beth came into the room. "Ms. Jones, it's time to go," she said, her voice firm but friendly.
"Before you go, wear this"
She handed me a small box, I opened it. A diamond ring
The ring that Beth placed in my hand was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It sparkled and glittered in the light, a glittering jewel nestled in a delicate gold setting. It felt light as a feather as I placed it on my finger, and it fit perfectly. As I looked down at the ring, I could see my reflection in the gleaming stone.
"What about my sister?"
"She went for a stroll, she's with someone"
"Ok, please take care of her" she nodded.
I turned to Jasmine and gave her a hug, thanking her again for her help.
I slid my feet into the heels, ignoring the discomfort I felt as I did so. I knew that I had to make a good impression on the Williams family, and I was willing to do whatever it took.
I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me as I walked into the living room. I saw him, Carlton Williams, my husband-to-be seated on the couch, his eyes focused on his phone.
I'm so surprised he's here, Beth told me he was a very busy person, I thought he'd meet me at the dinner.
Mr. Williams was impeccably dressed, as always. He wore a navy blue suit, tailored to perfection, with a crisp white shirt, cufflinks and a silk blue tie. His shoes were polished to a mirror finish, and his hair was neatly styled in a way that exuded confidence and authority. I couldn't help but admire his style, even though I knew it was all part of his persona. The man was a mystery, and I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by him. Whatever, fuck him, let's get this over with.
My heels grabbing attention, He looked up as I walked in, his face expressionless. "You're ready?" he asked, standing up and walking towards me. I could only nod, unable to find the words to respond. He offered me his arm, and I took it, what a cold-hearted gentleman
Feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation as we walked out the door.
As we drove, I could feel the tension in the air. Carlton was on his phone the entire time, barely acknowledging my presence. The car was a luxurious limousine, but the silence inside made it feel more like a prison. I tried to distract myself by looking out the window, taking in the sights of the city. It was a beautiful night, and I tried to soak in the view to calm my nerves.
Finally, we pulled up to a grand estate, the home of Carlton's father. The house was enormous, a sprawling mansion set on acres of land. The car pulled up to the front door, and Carlton got out first, walking around to open my door for me. I stepped out, feeling a little bit like a princess in a fairy tale. As we walked towards the front door, I noticed a small army of staff members waiting for us. There was a butler, several maids, and even a few security guards, they all greeted us as we walked by. It was clear that Mr. Williams' family was extremely wealthy and accustomed to a certain level of luxury.
I felt my heart beating faster as we approached the front door. The butler opened the door, and I stepped into a world of luxury and opulence. The foyer was enormous, with marble floors and gilded details. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and there was a grand staircase leading to the second floor. The room was filled with beautiful artwork, and I could smell the scent of fresh flowers. I had never seen anything like it, and I felt a little bit like I had entered a different world.
My hand still in his, Carlton led through the foyer, into the large room.
The living room was filled with comfortable couches and chairs, and a large fireplace was crackling in the corner. The walls were lined with bookshelves, and there were floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the grounds. I could see a vast expanse of perfectly manicured gardens, with lush green lawns and beautiful flowers. It was like something out of a movie, and I felt a bit like an extra in a scene.
"Smile" Carlton said, removing his hand from mine, holding my waist and gently pulling me closer to him, chills ran down my spine. It's just for show, Sam. I smiled.
In the center of the room, there was a large table set for dinner. A dozen place settings were arranged with perfect precision, and the table was adorned with crystals. Beautiful
"Welcome, son" a voice said. I turned to see an older man standing in the doorway, dressed in chinos and a button-down shirt unlike this man next to me, always dressed in formal clothes, ugh
He looked just like Mr. Williams, but older and more distinguished, my guess, the great George Williams that married three wives.
He hugged Carlton, releasing from the hug, Carlton smiled wow, who knew he could smile?
"Been a while, father"
He said. I felt invisible. Carlton finally faced me.
"Samantha meet my father, George Williams, father meet my fiancée, Samantha Jones"
He stretched his arm out to shake me, I smiled and shook his hand.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, I've heard a lot about you"
He wrinkled his eyes.
"How you made G&C enterprises a successful business it is today"
"Oh"
He laughed. Phew, that was close
"I'm honoured to hear that and by the way you are beautiful"
I was a little taken aback, but I managed to smile and curtsy. "Thank you, Mr. Williams," I said, feeling a bit awkward. He smiled at me, and I noticed a kindness in his eyes that I hadn't expected.
"Let's take our seats, others will join us"
As I looked up from my seat at the dinner table, I saw a young woman walk through the door. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her curves, showing off her toned figure. Her hair was styled in an intricate updo, and her red lipstick matched the color of her heels. Her eyes were a light green, almost emerald in color, and they sparkled as she looked around the room.
"Look who is here"
She announced herself.
My eyes went to Carlton, his mood changed, he frowned his face .
"Fuck"
He cursed under his breath.
Why did he curse? Because of her? A lot is going on in this family that I'm yet to know.
"Aren't you a little dressed up for a family dinner?" George said to her as she took her seat next to him. "You should focus on your son, tell him to change his wardrobe, all I see is suits, suits, suits" She replied. With the way she replied, my guess, she's the third wife, she looks so young, did she marry him because of his money or are they really in love? "Whatever" She ended her argument with George and faced Carlton who was seated with me on the other side of the table. "Carlton, don't you want to say hi? You are making look like an evil stepmother" He smiled, fake smile, it didn't reach his eyes, his body language was tense. "Samantha, meet Laura Williams, my father's wife, Laura, meet my fiancée, Samantha Jones" I smiled at her, waiting for her to say something. "When is the food going to get here? George, you need to replace them, they are always slow" She didn't look at me and ignored the introduction making it look like I was completely invisible. That went well
CARLTON"Carlton, come to my study," Father called out as he left the room. I followed him, closing the door softly behind me."Have a seat," he said, motioning to the chair beside him."I'm fine, Dad. My fiancée is waiting, and you know how your wife can get," I replied calmly."It won't take long," he insisted, already settled in his seat. I took a deep breath and sat down."After you're officially married, you'll have your right to become my heir. I don't need to know why you changed your mind or what happened between you and your brother. Just remember, our company was built on peace and trust, not on blood. If I pass it on to either of you, I don't want any blood stains on it." He adjusted his glasses, eyeing me with a hint of concern. I clasped my hands together, "You have my word," I promised, eager to move past the conversation about Alexander.As he dismissed me with a wave of his hand, I rose from my seat and made my way out of the room. But just as I stepped into the hall
SAMANTHAAs we entered the car, I could feel the tension between us. I was still reeling from what had happened, and I didn't know how to act around him. I wanted to ask him what was going on, but I didn't know how to start the conversation. And then, of course, Laura walked in at the worst possible moment. It was like she had a radar for these things, always showing up at the most inopportune times.The whole ride home, I was consumed by a mix of emotions. I was angry at Carlton for kissing me and then acting like it was nothing. As I sat there, trying to process my thoughts and feelings, my mind kept replaying the kiss over and over again. I could still feel his lips on mine, the way he had pulled me close to him, the way my body had responded. I felt ashamed of myself. I felt like I was just a pawn in some game, that I was just a bride for hire. I felt like I had no control over my own life, and I hated that feeling. I was trapped. The car halted in front of the cabin, I alighted.
"What?! No way in hell am I letting my sister go to school in another country, no way!" I exploded, shooting up from my seat in frustration."Please, have a seat, Ms. Jones," Carlton said calmly, gesturing for me to sit back down. Reluctantly, I complied, though my defiance still lingered in the air. "That wasn't part of our deal," I argued, crossing my arms in frustration. "I never agreed to that.""It was indeed part of our agreement," Carlton countered evenly. "And I've thought long and hard about it. I don't want her here, and I'm willing to continue sponsoring her education even after our contract ends. The school I've chosen is top-notch.""But she knows no one in New York," I protested weakly."I need your answer now so arrangements can be made," Carlton pressed, his tone firm.Sighing heavily, I sank back into the chair, torn between my protective instincts and the generous opportunity he was offering. It was a lot to process, and I couldn't deny the weight of the decision res
The big day is finally here, and a famous makeup artist named Lily Parker did my makeup, making me look stunning. Jasmine styled my hair into an elegant updo and kept hyping me, wishing she was as lucky as me. Little did she know, marrying someone who was always busy and distant wasn't easy. I know it's a contract marriage, but at least we should communicate better. He barely talked to me unless it was necessary. The last time I saw him was when we picked out my wedding dress. We are going to appear as a beautiful couple today, ugh.Slipping into my wedding dress, I couldn't help but admire myself in the mirror. Jasmine, my hairstylist, kept hyping me up, commenting on how breathtaking I looked. As I fastened the dress, I noticed the heels that matched perfectly, undoubtedly chosen by Carlton while I was in the dressing room. They felt different from the ones I wore at the sultry siren; they were sleek, with delicate straps and a shimmering finish, adding an extra touch of elegance to
CARLTON I couldn't wait for the evening to be over. Laura, my father's wife, suggested throwing a party for our partners at the penthouse, and of course, Father agreed. Before the festivities began, I gave a brief speech to thank our partners for attending the wedding. Then, I started greeting everyone personally. "Mr. Williams, congratulations," Micheal Larsen, one of the company's shareholders, called out to me. "Thank you," I replied, shaking his outstretched hand with a forced smile. "I must say, your wife is very beautiful. You have a great taste. I guess I'm the only bachelor left in the city," he remarked with a smirk. "I doubt that. Thank you for coming," I responded politely, eager to end the conversation and escape the night's discomfort. Suddenly, I felt someone take my hand. I turned to see my supposed bride. Her dress, a stunning shade of blue, reminded me of the first dress I bought for Laura, the one she wore on our first date, it looked exactly the same. Anger
I blinked my eyes open, gazing up at the ceiling of the cabin's room. We had left the penthouse early at George's insistence, who wanted to give "the newlyweds some privacy". Carlton and I drove back to the cabin, and why was I expecting him to explain why I had to change that beautiful dress? Perhaps he still had feelings for Laura. Ugh, I felt like a third wheel. Surprisingly, Carlton stayed the night at the cabin for the first time, though we slept in separate rooms, of course. If he hadn't stayed, I was certain there would have been headlines speculating about our relationship. I stretched my body and sat up in bed, feeling exhausted. Just then, Beth entered the room, as if she always knew when I was awake. "Good morning, Ms. Williams," Beth greeted me cheerfully. I will never get used to that name. I groaned in response. "You are leaving for your honeymoon in 90 minutes." Her announcement hung in the air like a heavy fog, enveloping me in a mixture of apprehension and uncertain
We finally stepped off the private jet, greeted by a warm breeze that gently brushed against my skin. Inhaling deeply, I filled my lungs with the scent of the ocean mingled with the fragrance of exotic flowers. I closed my eyes, admiring the surroundings. Carlton gently put his arm on my waist as we approached a procession of twelve attendants, clad in crisp white linen shirts and tailored pants, with the sun gleaming off their straw hats and leather boat shoes. The men formed a welcoming line, smiles gracing their faces. Glancing at Carlton, I couldn't help but notice his stoic expression. He stood beside me, a silent presence amidst the flurry of activity as attendants bustled around us. Despite being so close, there was an unspoken distance between us, a reminder of the contract that bound us together. Kill the sexual fantasies, Samantha. As we approached, one of the attendants stepped forward, offering a polite greeting. "Welcome, Mr. and Ms. Williams. The yacht is ready," he ann