Kate blinked in surprise. She looked partly confused yet surprised at the same time. Desperation filled my eyes. I wanted Kate to figure all out, even without spilling the beans. I stared at her and she stared at me as seconds stretched to minutes. "You what?" Kate finally said after a moment of silence passed.
I blinked and averted my eyes from her piercing brown eyes. "I-I'm getting engaged in two days," I repeated. Make her suspicious. Make her figure it out. Spill the beans without actually spilling it.
With my peripheral vision, I saw her confused expression contort into a frown. "How? Why? So fast? What the shit? I mean, he has you forever, so why?" She asked, as if he was right there.
I nibbled on my lower lip and turned to see if he was actu
I gaped –in awe, of course– jaw loose, and eyes open a fraction at the aeroplane that stood tall and proud in front of me. I saw the Trevelyan logo etched on the side and I swear the plane itself was shining, like it was snickering at my reaction. It's so beautiful, I thought to myself."Stop ogling an inanimate object, Miss. Greene," Mr. Trevelyan said, drawing me out of my trance with the beautiful aircraft in front of me. "It's a sign of mental instability. Remember that you're going to be Mrs. Trevelyan. Wouldn't want the press to see you ogling their cameras." It took me a few minutes to snap completely out of my daze and process what he said. When I finally did, I rolled my eyes discreetly and huffed. Yeah, coming from my boss who
"Belle!" Crystal squealed as she opened the door. She jumped and gave me a bone-cracking hug.Wow, welcome to Seattle, Isabelle."Whoa!" I let out obviously caught off guard. I almost fell over, but I regained my balance before I could topple over and hugged her back. "Damn girl. What are you, huh? An elephant? Don't crack my spine, I'm still young." I choked out and she loosened her grip on me, still hugging me. I chuckled into her light brown hair. God, I missed this bitch."I missed you so much." She mumbled into my shirt and pulled away. Her contagious wide grin stretched on her face made a grin clamber its way to my own face."We video-chatted yesterday, idiot," I swa
Turns out Mr. Asshole didn't have any intentions to kill me. Or so I thought.When he saw me -more like caught though- about to tell Crystal about the contract, he took -or rather dragged- me to the bathroom on the plane. I expected him to glare and pace about the bathroom, running hands through his hair and whatnot. What I didn't expect was his calm demeanor. I knew he was angry but his type of anger was the calm anger. He rested his back against the bathroom door, his arms were folded across his chest and I saw his tense jaw muscles tick every now and then."Sorry!?" I flinched from his tone and he arched an eyebrow at my reaction. "You're sorry? Miss. Greene, if you had mentioned a word about the contract to your silly sister, you could be drag
"Oh my God. Would someone please get the fucking door?" I heard Kate holler to no one in particular from the kitchen. The doorbell rang again and Kate let out a string of profanities that could for sure, make a sailor blush. Another clattering sound of metal connecting to floor tiles resounded from the kitchen as the doorbell alarm system went off again."Fuck," Kate yelled. "Fucking fuck! Can someone please do my ears a fucking favor and murder the fucktard ringing my fucking doorbell like a motherfucking maniac?"Darn, my ears.I chuckled quietly to myself before turning my attention back to my reflection on my mirror. I puckered my lips and coated a moderately thin layer and a quick dash of my favorite cherry lip gloss.
For the second time that day, my jaw met the ground. Metaphorically speaking, of course.I sucked in a deep breath through my nostrils and gaped awestruck at the majestically gorgeous white three-storeyed mansion in front of me.Vast pillars supported the top storeys, making it look like something that would only appear in movies. Tea tables and chairs sat at random spots on the front porch while two grey medium-sized sofas with round throw pillows sat opposite each other facing the neat green lawn.I would have really loved to say that the environment was serene and peaceful but that would have been a big, fat lie.Several expensive cars and jeeps were parked -more like jam-packed though- outside the Greek-castle-like mansion and I could hear soft classical rich-people-type of songs cooing from the interior part of the mansion, telling exactly what I neede
I eyed his palm warily for a few seconds before letting my eyes slide lazily to his face. His facial expression was unreadable, no surprise there though, and his grey eyes were looking pointedly at something else. I crinkled my eyebrows together and tilted my head to the side, following his gaze.Two men in business suits and a woman in an expensive tulle dress stood a few feet away from us. I caught their scrutinizing stares before they quickly averted their eyes. Their faces were somewhat recognizable like I had seen them before. I felt a little cold tingle at the back of my neck at the thought of them watching us..."I think they're watching us," I muttered, voicing out my thoughts and whirling my head back to Mr. Asshole."You think?" he said with a low chuckle. "Miss. Greene, they are watching you."I looked at him, bewildered and my face contorted into something that I was
My eyelids twitched and a deeper frown pulled on my lips. With my peripheral vision, I noticed a figure a few feet beside us; a woman with short jet black hair in a dark blood red dress that literally swept the floor around her. Something looked off about her, and it looked like she was glaring at us. I slowly tilted my head towards her but-"You can't dance and you can't see too?" Mr. Asshole said, pulling my attention back to him. "Beautiful combination, Miss. Greene. Beautiful combination."You're an asshole and you're an asshole too? Beautiful hybrid, Mr. Asshole. Beautiful hybrid.I smiled a little too widely and tried to hold back my sarcasm. "What crawled up your ass now, sir?"His expression didn't falter, to my disappointment. "Your dinosaur heels don't know the difference between linoleum floors and leather shoes.""What?"He let out a
"Ivan Trevelyan, famous Business tycoon; Chief Executive Officer and sole owner of Trevelyan Enterprise Holdings and several other worldwide branches; who holds the record for Most Eligible Bachelor in the whole of America, is getting married today," the news anchor, a middle-aged woman with ginger hair, said. "A little birdie, whose identity is better off anonymous, tipped off his wedding location and here we are, currently outside the-"My thumb that was previously hovering over the mute button of the remote, unconsciously slammed into it, shutting the news anchor up. I gawked stupidly at the flatscreen TV, even though my mind wasn't really into watching the news. A light sigh escaped my lips and I felt the reality of the whole situation weigh me down and make my heart sink into my stomach.That day was the day. The day Isabelle Greene becomes Isabelle Trevelyan. The day Mr. Asshole drops the