Mr. Anderson's Impeccable Bride

Hazel had spent two days locked in her bedroom. She cried and starved, still unable to believe that all this was happening to her.A knock came at the door, and the maid's voice followed. "Miss Hazel, your father requests that you come downstairs.""Get out," Hazel muttered. She didn’t want to see anyone, let alone their faces."He says it’s an order," the maid added before leaving. Hazel sighed, dragging herself off the bed and reluctantly making her way downstairs.Her mother was busy ordering the maids around, preparing for tomorrow—Nady’s wedding to Max. Even the guests weren’t aware of this sudden twist."Hazel," her father called from the patio, and she walked over to him. Nady and her mother joined them, and it was at that moment Hazel realized something was wrong."What happened?" she asked nervously. Her parents exchanged looks before her mother sat next to her."Are you angry with us?" Mrs. Jones asked, but Hazel didn’t reply. They already knew the answer; why even ask?"Of c

Hazel had tried to understand what he meant by meeting his expectations. Wasn't he supposed to be disappointed that it wasn't Nady he had married?"It's so hard to understand people," she muttered under her breath and decided to eat, as she was starving.When she was done, she picked up the dirty plates, but a maid hurried to her. "I will take them."Hazel smiled at the maid. "It's fine, I will—""Please, Mrs. Anderson," the maid insisted in a pleading tone. Hazel let her do her job and returned upstairs to the bedroom she had been assigned earlier.She pushed the door open and found Coyle on the bed. He was now dressed casually, wearing glasses, and focused on reading a document."Umm," she stuttered, unable to form a coherent word. Was she supposed to share the bedroom—and the bed—with him?"Silly me, we are married," Hazel thought, but that still didn’t feel like enough of a reason."If you're sleepy, then go to bed. Don’t stay up on my account; I’ll be quiet with my work," Coyle sa

Hazel served dinner while in deep thought. The old lady had made her promise to show up when she knew fully well that Coyle didn't want that."Why did I have to promise her?" She sighed heavily, and her gaze moved to the stairs. Coyle was all freshened up and walked downstairs. She got all nervous and stood there like some kitten."Where did the maids go to?" Coyle asked with a frown, Why was his wife the one making dinner and even serving it?"I didn't find them when I got back home," she answered, and he nodded in understanding; his grandma must have sent them away.He pulled out a chair and stared at her; this left Hazel confused. What was she supposed to do?"Have a seat," he stated, and her eyes bulged. He was Coyle Anderson, so how could he be pulling out a chair for her? She had been with Max, and he never found it necessary to make such small gestures."Thanks" Hazel sat before Coyle did the same and scanned the meal on the table. A smile curled on his lips when he realized hi

It was 6 p.m. when Hazel returned home with Josh after she went grocery shopping after work; she was still at the entrance when the maid hurried to her."Mrs. Anderson" Sharon stopped her from going in while Josh walked in with the bag of groceries."What happened?" Hazel could sense something was wrong."I am sorry, but I let a lady in; she claimed to be your sister." Sharon apologized, and Hazel's face darkened. Why did Nady have to show up here?Hazel was so angry right now and was boiling with rage, but she knew she couldn't let it out on the poor maid. "It's okay, thanks," she smiled at Sharon and went to the sitting room, where she found Nady on the couch, her right leg crossed on the left as she gently swirled her coffee."Hazel," Nady called out happily. She knew Hazel ended work at 5 p.m., so she showed up at 5:30 p.m.Hazel clenched her fist tightly and glared at Nady. "What are you doing here?" she asked, and Nady rolled her eyes."Chill, okay, look at how big this house is

After the Anderson family was done with dinner, they moved to the patio per Muna's order.She just wanted to see her family happy before the heavens finally call upon her.A maid walked towards them with glasses and a bottle of wine. "Did you get water or soft drinks for my dear cousin?" Arthur's son, who was two years older than Coyle, asked, and the maid shook her head."Sorry, sir, I will go get it now.""No need" Coyle chimed in; he didn't want to toast to whatever they were about to toast to."You see Hazel, Coyle is allergic to wine." Arthur's son, Damon, added, and Hazel couldn't believe it. Can someone even be allergic to wine?She stared at Coyle, who didn't confirm what Damon said: "So whenever you feel like going out for a drink, then hit me up. I will make sure to take good care of you." Damon added, and Coyle glared at him before Damon burst out in laughter."What's that look, brother? I am just kidding," he laughed, and Arthur pointed at the bottle of wine."You should p