LOGINZara
Elizabeth frowned immediately, setting her fork down.
“Why do I suddenly feel like I’m not going to like whatever you’re about to say?”
I rubbed my thumb against the edge of my coffee cup, watching the dark liquid ripple.
“Because you probably won’t.”
“Zara.”
I inhaled slowly.
“The contract says that I have to live with him for the duration of the contract. That’s six months.”
Elizabeth doesn’t react immediately. She simply blinked at me once, then twice. I watched her mouth part away slightly as she searched my face, as though she was waiting for me to laugh and admit it was a joke.
When indeed it was not..
“Say that again.” she carefully said, putting down her hands that were perfectly folded on the table.
“I have to live with him for six months.”
“No.”
“I know how it sounds like Liz—“
“No.” She shook her head this time.
“No?”
“You forgot to tell me the punchline,” she says
“Because there isn’t one.”
She leaned back on her chair now. “You have to live with him, in the same house and share the same bedroom?”
“No!”
“We will most definitely not be sharing the same bedroom.”
She released a breath. “Thank goodness.”
Then she frowned again.
“Actually, no. It doesn’t make it any better because you can’t possibly just live with someone that you have not seen before for six months.”
“It has to look believable and living in different apartments and I think he lives in a private estate of some sort.”
“Couples spend time together in public. Not live together.”
I let out a deep sigh.
Elizabeth has a point.
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know. But all I know is that it’s a terrible idea.”
She picked up the contract from the table and looked at it again. She closed the file and placed both hands on it.
“Are you not terrified?”
I wanted to tell her no. Instead…..
“I’m trying not to think about it too much.”
She stared at me for a long moment, like she is think of a question to ask me.
“What if you fall in love with him?”
A small laugh escaped me before I could stop it. Elizabeth wasn’t amused.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
I leaned forward, staring at her eyes. “I won’t.”
“You sound very confident.”
“Of course. Why won’t I sound confident?”
“How are you so sure that you wouldn’t fall in love with him? What if he ticks all the boxes?”
“You are making this thing sound serious when it is not.”
She studied my face carefully.
“I’ve done this falling in love thing before,”my voice was quieter than I intended. “And look how that ended. I have gone through so much just falling in love with a guy in six months.”
Elizabeth’s expression softened.
She had been with me through it all and she knew how it broke me.
“But you will eventually meet your Mr right some day. Every guy is not the same and you can’t compare every man to him.”
“I’m not. But I learnt something from that relationship.”
I traced yhe rim of my cup absentmindedly.
“When you give someone everything…they eventually discover how to break you.”
The words settled between us for a moment
“He made promises and broke every single one of them.”
Elizabeth reached across the table and squeezed my hand slightly.
I let her.
“But I’m not that girl anymore,” I say, trying to sound positive and shaking off whatever I was feeling.
“People don’t plan to fall in love, Zara.”
I held her gaze.
“It just….happens.”
I smile and this time with more certainty.
For a while, neither of us spoke.
I reached into my bag and unlocked my phone. Then I saw a notification.
Without saying anything, I turned the screen toward her.
Her eyes widened.
Five million dollars sitting pretty in my account.
Elizabeth stared at my phone for several seconds before looking at me with a wide grin.
“We are rich now.”
“I can’t back out now.” I replied
She rubbed her forehead.” What’s the worst that could happen?”
I laughed.
“I was hoping you would say that.”
She pointed at me. “Don’t get too excited now. We have to spend this money wisely.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Then something seemed to occur to her.
“Wait.”
I looked at her
“Did you actually meet him?”
I frowned. “Meet who?”
“River.”
“Ohhh,” I shook my head. “No.”
“Who did you speak to then?” Her eyebrows shot up.
“It was his best friend. His name is Oliver. He is the one that gave me the contract.”
“So if his best friend was the one that gave you the contract, that means….”
“River doesn’t know.”
I widened my eyes to the realization.
“I’ve heard things about River,” Elizabeth says. “They say he’s ugly and that’s why he doesn’t have any social media presence. He hasn’t posted a picture in five years, so no one actually knows what he looks like now. People just know his name.”
“I don’t know if they are true though.”
“But the contract says I have to make public appearances with him.” I say
“That means he is ready to step out of the shadows.”
A strange feeling settled in my chest. I couldn’t help but think about what Elizabeth just said.
What if he is disabled that’s why he hid himself?
This is actually more serious than I thought.
“You are about to be around billionaires,” Elizabeth said, putting a stop to the thoughts in my head.
“That’s what you are thinking about?”
“Zara, listen to me. These people are not like us. You are walking into a world where everyone is watching everyone. The way you talk, the way you dress, the way you react to things….everything matters.”
“Are you telling me I need lessons?”
“I’m telling you to stop acting like you are just going to be with a random person.”
“You are going to a different world. People who know him will notice you.”
That thought hasn’t fully crossed my mind until now.
“You have to play the part.”
Her words made me pause.
“I’m not saying you should pretend to be someone you are not. Never do that. But you have to remember why you are there. You are not beneath them. You signed a deal and you are holding up your end.”
A small smile appeared on my face.
Things are about to get serious.
River Meetings had never exhausted me. People assume they did. They imagined hours of negotiations, presentations and endless discussions would wear anyone down. But they were wrong. Meetings were always predictable. People came in wanting one thing, but left with another, and somewhere in between, I made sure Cassian Holdings benefited the most. “Five percent is too aggressive.” One of the investors slid the proposal across the conference table. “The projected return doesn’t justify that level of expansion. “It does,” I replied evenly. I tapped the financial report in front of him. “You are looking at this quarter.” He frowned. “I’m looking three years ahead.” Silence settled over the room. Another investor adjusted his glasses before speaking. “The overseas market is volatile.” “So was this ten years ago.” I leaned back slightly. “We expanded anyway. And it even became one of our most profitable divisions.” No one argued. They just watched me. And for the next tw
ZaraI woke up to silence. For a few seconds, I simply lay there, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling as sleep slowly loosened its grip on me. Then the memories of last night came back rushing. I sat up and looked around. The room was empty. The second side of the bed untouched, the duvet neatly folded as though no one had slept there at all. He was gone. And I didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Slowly, I slipped out of bed, my bare feet sinking into the thick black rug beneath me. Only then did I look around. The room….it was so river. Everything was in black. The walls were deep charcoal. The sofa in his room was velvety black, the curtains so dark that it swallowed most of the morning sunlight trying to creep through the windows. I couldn’t help smiling. He really hadn’t been exaggerating when he said black was his favourite color. He apparently meant every single shade of it. The room was surprisingly neat. Everything was organized. I am very sure that h
RiverSleep refused to come. I had closed my laptop over an hour ago, yet I was still lying awake, staring at the ceiling. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Zara standing behind me, shaking. What happened at the gala still played in my head nonstop. I turned to my side and stared at my door. With a quiet sigh, I pushed the covers away and left my room. The apartment was silent. Only the city lights filtered, casting pale ribbons of silver across the marble floor. I headed towards the kitchen, deciding a glass of water might succeed where sleep had failed. I had barely reached the end of the hallway when I stopped. A sound was coming from Zara’s bedroom. A broken whisper. My head turned towards her door and for a moment I simply listened. And then I heard a muffled cry. “Please….”My chest tightened. I found myself walking before I consciously decided to move. Each step felt strangely heavy. By the time I reached her door, I couldn’t hear anything. I just stood there, starin
River The ballroom shimmered beneath the glow of crystal chandeliers, the air filled with soft music and polite conversation. Laughter drifted from every corner. My attention remained fixed on the woman weaving through the crowd. She had gone to use the bathroom earlier, but she took more time than I had expected and I didn’t want to leave this spot, so she doesn’t find me. Heads turned as she passed, but she didn’t seem to notice. She was looking at me. A small smile curved her lips and I found myself returning it. Then someone stepped between us. For no more than a heartbeat. When the path cleared…..She was gone. My eyes swept across the ballroom. She couldn’t have gone far. A few guests crossed my line of sight. A waiter passed carrying a tray of champagne. A strange pressure settled in my chest. She had been right in front of me. I started walking, my gaze moving from one face to another. I told myself not to overreact. Maybe she was speaking to someone that recogni
Zara I had done my eyeliner three times before I finally got the wing even. The curling iron sat warm in my hands as I worked through the last section of hair, twisting it loose around my shoulder the way I’d practiced a hundred times on ordinary nights for ordinary reasons. I swept a nude lipstick on my lips, checked it against my red dress, wiped it off and tried the red lipstick instead. “Better.” I said to myself. One last look in the mirror. Hair down, loose waves, makeup soft, except my eyes, which I lined dark and sharp on purpose. I barely recognized the woman staring back. A quiet knock came from my door with a voice. “Are you ready?” “Two minutes,” I called, picking up the necklace I had bought earlier. It is way more beautiful now on me than it was on the shelf.When I stepped out of my room, River was standing by the floor to ceiling window in a black tuxedo, one hand in his pocket, and something in his posture told me he’d been standing there for longer than two
RiverThe curtain slid open again. Zara did not just step out, she arrived. This time, it was ivory. A structured dress that moved like water when Zara walked. She stopped mid room, hand on her hip, and gave the mirror a slow, mocking turn. An assistant laughed l, but covered it with a cough. “Well?” Zara asked. Not looking at me. But looking at herself. I said nothing. She caught my eye in the mirror. “No.” And put her hand on her chest.”No? After that entrance?” “It’s not you.” “That deserved a maybe.” “It didn’t.” She spun back towards the curtain again, tossing a look over her shoulder. “You are so unbelievable.” Margaret waved the next one. Emerald. Sharp shoulders, cinched waist. Zara swept one arm out like she was presenting herself for auction, chin up, hip cocked, holding it two seconds too long.The assistants were grinning now.It wasn’t the dress. The dress was fine. It was the way it sat on her — too structured, too much armor, when the thing underneath it di







