Elena's POV "Here are your certificates." The clerk said after a while, handing Noah a red...book? We took it from his hand gently, as if it were some kind of treasure. It was. "You both are now legally married." The clerk said to us with a professional smile on his face. It was done. I returned his smile. "Thank you." "Thank you." Noah copied me. He held me in his hands as we walked out of the registry. He had so much joy... His face was bright and filled with smiles. My phone vibrated in the pocket of my gown; yes, I ensured the gown had a pocket... And I stopped walking. Noah turned to face me, puzzled at my sudden act. "What's wrong?" "I need to use the restroom," I answered with a pout. Noah thought for a second before nodding his head. "Alright, let's go then." I blinked. "Let's go where?" I refuted, surprised at his actions. "It's the lady's bathroom. You won't be allowed in there.""I don't want to go in. I'll just wait for you outside." Noah insisted surprising
Elena's POV How could she? How could she say that to me? Remind me of who I was. Who I was trying desperately to get away from... How could she?A tear fell from my eyes, then another, and another; before I knew it, I had fully begun to cry. It felt strange to have your best friend remind you of your worst fears...the person you were before. "Oh my..." The door to my room was suddenly barged open and I heard the familiar voices of Lithia and Paula. Bringing my hand to my face, I wiped off the tears instantly... But it was too late. They had already seen it. "Mrs Reynolds w...what happened?" Paula asked with concern coming to stand beside me. "Don't call me that," I muttered. That name wasn't mine. Layla made that clear enough. "Okay, I understand. You're not yet married to Mr. Reynolds and don't wish to be called Mrs Reynolds now, it's alright." Paula reasoned. It was better than the truth so..."Yeah." I nodded agreeing to her made-up reason. "Are you alright?" Lithia ask
Layla's POV I didn't want to say those things to her. But I couldn't help it. I just wanted Elena to remember her place and why the hell she was there... With Noah. The man that I should be getting married to today. Technically I was still the one getting married to him. It was my name, surname, ID... The only difference was that I wasn't the one writing it. I tossed my phone onto the bed and exhaled sharply.What the hell was that?'You're not the type of woman a person like Noah Reynolds would want to be with anyway.'I didn’t mean it. I swear I didn’t. But the words came out like venom...and maybe, just maybe, a part of me meant every single one of them.Aish! All this frustration of not knowing how today would go was eating at me. Elena was already doing her part; I had mine under control, too... I think. I stared at the wall in front of me, one of Alfonso’s temporary safe houses in the suburbs. Cheap white paint, wooden floors that creaked if you breathed too hard, and a T
Elena's POV The day had finally arrived. Some of us, like me, dreaded it. Others were happy I would be gone in less than a few hours...while the rest, in a few hours they would never know I even existed. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the fabric of my pale white dress for the tenth time, willing my reflection to look composed, calm... beautiful even, But no amount of effort could hide the storm twisting beneath my skin.It was the same dress I saw a few days ago at the boutique, only that... It's been Norafied...ha! That was what she said. Nora came over yesterday evening to deliver the gown and sincerely... I was shocked. It was different from before, way different. The sleeves were gone, replaced with thin straps with embroidery design. The neckline went a bit lower to show more cleavage and the length... Cut down to the knee just as I asked.Sincerely I was shocked. I didn't really expect a good job from her since she wasn't really my fan, but damn did the lady t
Elena's POV I sighed loudly so the girls would notice, and they did. All of them turned to look at me. "What if she does? It's not like it isn't true." Keisha released her grip on Kaila and stood up... giving me her full attention. "Look who the cat dragged in. The entitled fucking heiress who just appeared out of nowhere took her parent's name and Noah's hand." "Technically he asked for my hand, but yes... It is I." I retorted with a small smile on my face. "Are you ready to face us like a real lady... Or are you still going to hide behind your fiance." Keisha gloated with a smirk. Damn her pretty face. "If by us, you meant only you... Then bring it on. Honny I would beat you like your mother should have, but... If that..." I pointed at Sasha who was now also glaring at me. "If that is joining the fight. I'll stick with hiding behind my fiance." "You're a fucking coward." Keisha snorted giggling a bit. "A fucked up, overly entitled..." I stepped forward slowly... one more wor
Elena's POV Kaila must have told them a lot about me for them to be shocked about me bowing to them. But oh well... Keisha gave Kaila a look and she shrugged. "Mistresses... Is there anything you want?" A shop attendant walked in and interrupted the moment, drowning the building tension. The lady was dressed in a shirt and pants... A uniform, and she looked as if her idols just passed by. The truth was, although the first person was a mystery to me... I was a little familiar with the Cavill surname. Who wouldn't be? They were almost on par with the Reynolds. Maybe I was a bit dense when I heard Noah's surname, but I knew the Cavill's. I've also heard about Keisha Cavill. She was not only a graduate of the top college in the country, but she was also a model...had been since she was 5. That would explain the tall, straight legs, glowing skin, and long blond hair. If I hadn't met Layla, I would have said she was beautiful...but Layla could pull off that kind of beauty than an