LOGINOF all the brides in the world, I feel like I’m the only one who isn’t happy right now."Ma’am, please try to keep a smile on your face, it’ll make easier for the makeup artist to work on you," said Trisha, who had only arrived earlier that morning."Thanks, Trish. I honestly thought you wouldn’t make it. I almost didn’t invite you at all because… well, you know how everything here was decided by Dylan.""I get it, Ma’am. Actually, he only told me yesterday that I needed to be here. I wasn’t even ready, and I didn’t bring any extra clothes with me. But… are you absolutely sure about going through with this?""Trish, you know I don’t really have a choice in the matter.""I see… I’m so sorry. I wish I could do something to cheer you up or change things for you," Trisha replied, her tone turning sorrowful."Your presence is a great comfort to me. So don't be sad. I know how much you want to help me." I said tearfully."That's enough! Stop crying. It's a waste of make up!" Trisha
THE moment we reached Dylan’s house, his father wasted no time speaking to us.“Why were you two arguing out in the open like that?” Uncle Theodore asked. I immediately lowered my head in embarrassment.“Dad, it was just a little misunderstanding. There’s no need to make a big deal out of it,” Dylan answered, his tone thick with annoyance.“Tsk, fine. But remember this... next time, keep your arguments private. Don’t cause a scene in public,” his father insisted firmly.“I’m really sorry, Uncle,” I said, keeping my head bowed.“What’s happening here, honey?” Auntie Diana’s voice broke in as she walked over.“Nothing to worry about. I was just reminding them that if they have disagreements, they should discuss them in private,” Uncle Theodore explained.“Oh? Why, what happened earlier?” she asked curiously.“It was nothing, Mom. Please just forget about it. Anyway, I was thinking of ordering food for dinner so we don’t have to—”“There’s no need for that, son. Freya’s mother has k
BEFORE heading to the airport, Dylan and I got into an argument over which vehicle we should take.“We’re using my car. I refuse to drive something that looks ugly,” he stated, and I immediately felt my temper flare up again.“How could you say that?! We can just bring both cars. My parents and I will ride in mine. As for your car... since you think it’s fine, you and your parents can take that one instead. That sounds like a fair plan, doesn’t it?” I retorted.“Are you being serious right now? How would my driver get the car back afterward? We’re only taking one vehicle, and it’s definitely going to be mine,” he replied firmly.“Tsk. So you just always have to get your way, don’t you?” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.Luckily, my dad arrived just in time, putting a stop to our bickering.“What’s all this about?” he asked.“Nothing at all, Dad!” Dylan and I answered at the exact same time. I quickly shot him a sharp, annoyed look."Get inside. Dylan’s driver has been waiti
THE next morning, I was woken up by someone knocking repeatedly on my bedroom door. "Ugh! What is all that noise about?" I grumbled, frowning as I got up and opened the door. I blinked a few times just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things—there, I saw Dylan stood right in front of my room. "Hurry up and get out here, brat! Breakfast is served, and everyone’s waiting for you!" "What? You again? Why are you even here? Did you sleep over or something?" I asked, completely confused. "You have five minutes to get ready and come downstairs," Dylan said sternly, and his attitude made my blood boil instantly. "Five minutes my ass!" I yelled back, slammed the door shut, and threw myself back onto the bed again.I was about to close my eyes when Dylan knocked again."Tss, don't you really want me-"I couldn't continue what I was going to say because when I opened the door again, Auntie Diana is the one who's knocking there."Um, auntie...""Join us for breakfast." she said
IT had been quite some time since I’d sat in my swivel chair, completely lost in thought. Even now, I still find it hard to fully believe how much Dylan’s family has become part of our lives ever since they first entered it.I snapped back to reality only when Trisha suddenly spoke up from in front of my desk.“Ma’am, Mr. Anderson called earlier,” she said.“Huh? What did he said” I asked.“He said you need to give him a call before the day ends.”I let out a small scoff. “He really is so full of himself! Alright, I’ll call him, Trish. Thanks for telling me.”“Understood, ma’am. Excuse me then,” Trisha replied, before going back to her own swivel chair and getting back to work.I called Dylan, and he picked up instantly."Brat!" he greeted from the other end. "You mentioned you’d call earlier. What do you need?""Tss. Do you honestly think I’d reach out unless I needed something from you?" he replied, acting as if I am the one bothering him."Is annoying people the only thing yo
I have no idea what time Dylan finally left last night. I was so overwhelmed by sleep that I couldn’t stay awake any longer; I didn’t even care if he was still in my room or not, as long as I managed to get some peaceful rest.I dragged myself out of bed feeling sluggish, then took a quick shower and got ready for the day.My stomach suddenly growled, so I left my room to grab some coffee and breakfast.I found Mom already at the dining table, just finishing her meal.I walked over and kissed her on the cheek."Good morning, Mom! Where’s Dad?""He’s at the office," she answered simply. I sat down across from her and immediately reached for a sandwich on the plate. "You seem rather reluctant to go in to work today, don’t you?" she said, looking straight into my eyes."Mom, you know exactly what state our company is in right now. You also know that every single day I walk through those doors, the very first thing waiting for me in the morning is one problem after another.""Hmm, then wh
DISCLAIMER:This is just a work of fiction. names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are just a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual person, living, dead or actual event are purely co-incidental.*** I could barely hold back my tears while reporting
I forced myself to stay calm while facing Dylan. After taking a slow, deep breath, I began to speak."Mr. Anderson, I didn’t come here to argue. I only came because of the—" I cut myself off abruptly. The moment I was about to mention the marriage, the words seemed to stucked in my throat, and
I was jolted awake by loud voices. My parents were arguing downstairs. I carefully opened my door and peered through the gap.They were standing near the staircase. Dad was already dressed in his office suit, clearly ready to leave for work. I glanced at the clock and frowned… Damn, it was
I sat at my desk, staring blankly into space. I hadn't slept a wink last night, my mind constantly replaying what Dad had said. I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice his secretary approaching or even calling my name."Ma'am Freya! I've been waiting for you in the conference room!







