HAPPILY EVER AFTER TIARA I was a nervous wreck. “Stand still, girl, so I can fix this veil” Mara screamed as I was literally fidgeting in my chair. “I am trying so you stop nagging me!” “How is my little beautiful daughter?” My mother poked her head through the door with a smile that seemed bigger than her face. “How can she be, Mrs. A, a bag of nerves and she’s got me all worked up too?” “Oh, my baby, you are so beautiful!” My mother’s words softened my heart. When I looked in the mirror, I found she was right. I never thought of myself as a beautiful woman, but now I could say that with certainty. And the thought that Vincent was waiting for me at the altar filled my heart with the kind of love and happiness I never thought could exist. We had the ceremony and the party in the garden of his house. It was the best choice. I could see everything from the balcony. Even though it wasn’t yet their season, Vincent ordered hundreds of white roses to adorn ever
STUPID GAME OF DESTINY TIARA “Out of the way!” I yelled frantically at the man who was heading in my direction since I knew I wouldn’t be able to dodge him in time. I missed my opportunity to break when I finally saw him. Instead, my bike went into an unavoidable swing and I could hardly keep it under control. I didn’t manage it . As I got closer, I realized I was going to hit him.? To my great astonishment, the bastard suddenly noticed me and backed away. Enough for me to lose my balance and smack him in the arm with the handlebars. The fall I took had my thoughts and my insides all mixed up. “Watch where you’re going, you moron”! I snapped at him and was quite justified in my rage. I became even angrier when I noticed he was silent. “God, my canvas!” My best paintings got scattered and covered in the asshole’s coffee as they lay on the sidewalk. I could only watch them helplessly. I struggled to get to my feet and lifted the paintings while my eyes were on the verge o
TIME IS PRECIOUS TIARA I froze, speechless, and took a step back so he could finally pass the threshold.? “What do you mean?”? He shook his head, incapable of speaking, and took several deep breaths.? “There’s no more money,” he finally spoke. “It’s all... gone.”? All gone. My mouth went dry. My father was richer than the fucking Rockefeller himself, and now he was telling me he was broke? What made him think I believed him? Suddenly, I burst out laughing frantically and threw myself on the couch. My father followed me with a puzzled look on his face at my reaction. “Tiara, I’m not joking. I sold everything out. Everything. I’m in debt up to my ears.” The shock numbed me.? “You... is it the company or you?” “Both...” “You overdid it? How was that even possible? The corporation should have had enough assets to fund any endeavor, no matter how foolish. Isn’t it?”? “On paper it should be so, in reality it is not so at all”? “What the hell did you do? How did you
VINCENT “This is Vincent Baker. Put me through to Ryan,” I ordered to the female voice on the other side of the line.? My mind wandered to the bike-riding girl from this morning as I awaited Ryan’s response. Her presence drew me in and piqued my curiosity at the same time. I took a chance and got her paintings, though. They were here under my eyes. As a reminder of her clumsiness. I found myself grinning slightly in the corner of my mouth.? “Vince, my man! What the hell are you doing these days?” Ryan greeted me, sensing his mocking smile on his face. “Forgot about me and the foundation?”? “Cut the crap! We need to talk. I did it!” I told him shortly and then hung up the phone. He would not resist and would come here. This business was profitable for him, too.? I knew Steven Glare from my teenage years and I knew what a loser he always was. My father was always pleading with him and watching everything he did. The bastard refused to give him the money, despite his dire nee
WIFE MATERIAL TIARA I burst out in hysterical fits of laughter. “Oh, my God. Oh, Lord. You always were such a zero-humor jerk. I thought you were dead serious for a minute!” It still wasn’t very funny listening to him and watching him with no grimace on his face.? “It’s not a joke, Tiara. I wish it was, but it’s not,” he said in all seriousness, and I stopped laughing.? “Who is this, Vincent Baker? I mean, I know who he is. All fucking universe does, but what’s your business with him?” I asked in astonishment as my father pulled a document out of the briefcase, he had brought with him. He was one hell of a... “Is that?”? “This is the contract you have to sign,” my father replied nonchalantly and calmly considering the situation he was in and the situation he was putting me, his daughter, in.? “The contract? Who said there was going to be a contract?” I suddenly snapped, placing my hands on my waist in protest. “He did! You will stay married to him for as long as your m
MY FIRST MOVETIARAI left the apartment without even looking back or saying goodbye to my father. He was the one who destroyed my mother’s life, but I won’t let him destroy mine. I wasn’t my mother.?My target was obvious. Vincent Baker’s lair. And if he thought he could buy someone as an object, he had another thing coming.?Business Forum Empire, perhaps the most imposing building in the center of London. It looked like a mausoleum on the outside, so it surprised me when I entered the reception and everything looked so modern and fresh.Still, I admired the beautiful columns and stylish design of the hall. But it infuriated me to think that someone had been paid to do everything to please this mogul.?Everything here was at an absolute superlative, but I decided then and there that Vincent Baker was an idiot. I knew that before I got here, but now it’s just been confirmed.?I was right in front of the reception desk, watching every move of the secretary behind the counter. The pris
KNOWING MR RIGHTSTIARAIt was at that point that I wished I had sat down. His voice was as if born of sin. I cursed the seconds when I lowered my eyes to his lips at that very moment. It was the kind of voice that kept you stunned, paralyzed, amazed. Deep and masculine in the sexiest possible way.My hand trembled holding my purse where I had hastily clutched the contract.I shook myself for a few seconds, trying to concentrate and not give myself away from everything this man was making me feel inside.To be able to do that, I had to take my eyes off him and somehow look at something else. So, with hard but sustained effort, I looked at the big coffee stain on his shirt. He was still wearing his morning shirt. I wondered why he hadn’t changed it?Judging by the kind of store he came out of, I could hardly believe he didn’t have a spare one.?Another huge mistake without considering that the place I was watching was rock hard. I could see the shape of his pecs through his shirt, a
IN THE LION'S DENTIARAIf there was ever a time to get freaking out of my mind, then this was definitely it.I didn’t even feel it when my mouth literally dropped open and my hand simply clutched on to the contract I had already taken out of my purse. I would not give him the chance. Suddenly, I threw the piece of paper that seemed so useless in his face.“So, this is it, huh? A deprivation of liberty contract? Of slavery?” I burst out in a gasp.“If you want to call it that, then I have nothing against it. So be it!”?I was already shooting flames out of my nostrils like an angry dragon. I almost wanted to laugh at the comparison, but I kept my posture.?There was that faint smile curling his face again as he turned away, resting one arm on the back of the chair overly intimately, and bent his head again. I literally wanted to strangle him. “But actually, it is a contract marriage, love. I thought your father told you about it.”?As soon as he said that, he circled the desk again