Chapter Ninety-Eight – Interest. It was the second wedding Arya was attending but the first she was feeling really excited about. It was Anna’s wedding. The reception had taken place immediately and ran out to look for Connor. He was with her phone and she needed to take lot’s of pictures of Anna. She has to show them to Winx who couldn’t attend the wedding due to her injury. Arya wished Jim could have taken it back so Winx would attend as a bridesmaid but the groom was in so much haste to marry his bride. One of the reasons being that he had to return to his base as soon as possible. Arya finally caught sight of Connor with some girls. Should she walk over to him or just let him be? She wasn’t sure. He once told her how he grew more popular at school after his issue with the reporters went viral. All she hoped was he didn’t repeat it again, it might take a different turn. Thankfully, Connor turned around to look at something and noticed her watching him. “My phone
Chapter One:The door of an apartment opened and closed shut immediately. A small lady sneaked in and was making her way up the stairs when the lights suddenly came on. “Father!” the lady shrieked, crashing on the stairs in surprise and fear. A mid forties man, holding a belt was standing akimbo, down the stairs. “This is ten in the night!” He pointed at the clock. “What excuse do you have for me now, Arya? You have been partying again, haven’t you?”Arya glanced at the clock and then back at her father, she rushed up the stairs, trying to get away from him. “I am sorry, I lost track of time.”She watched her father’s face redden and sprinted to her room quickly. She heard his heavy footsteps behind her and slammed her door shut, locking it.He would get to her by tomorrow and that belt would land heavily on her, giving her more scars. If she’s lucky, she could sneak out to school without him seeing her. So much for she being a nineteen year adult. Breathing in and out, she took ou
Chapter Two:The next morning, Arya tried to sneak out of the house early to catch the bus. She had to rush to university and get the details of the summit. She knew it’d be by evening.She had been missing so many class at university because of her father’s incessant calls to come home to meet one need or the other. Her boots were in her hands as she tiptoed down the stairs. Hearing no movements in the sitting room, she rushed to the door but on closing it, she made a loud sound, jolting the sleeping father. “Huh? Who’s there… come back here.” He grumbled and went back to sleep. A sigh of relief left her lips, she put on her boots and arranged her hair while looking at the mirror. Memories of her father’s talk with her aunt Jenna had tormented her sleep, much that she had eye bags.Her mother, while she was alive, never burrowed huge amount of money. It could actually be a lie and her father was just looking for a way to use her to earn money.As she finished with her hair, she re
Chapter Three:(At the Wade Mansion)A young man in his mid-twenties, sat, leg crossed on a leather couch, staring at the ceiling, where a massive chandelier hung.A glass of red wine was wrapped in his long fingers, his eyes were dark like he had a smoky makeup on.As he rested on the headrest, his dark curly hair spread on the couch, his eyes were a shade of gray and green. The door of the room opened and a middle aged man sauntered in, closing the door behind him. He walked nimbly and with high head to where the young man sat.“Sir Damien Wade, I had made the arrangements, everything is going as planned. Arya’s father, Mr. Stark, has bitten on the fish hook, he’d be dragged to the surface now.”The young man, Sir Damien, raised his eyes to the middle aged man. “Butler Jim, you speak like my plan is to marry her father and not Arya.” He placed his wine glass on the silver stool besides him.“Since everything is going as planned, start with the wedding preparations.”Butler Jim frow
Chapter Four:Arya gulped down saliva and decided to walk to the young man. He looked expensive, like the rich CEOs she imagined after reading romance books, that was her method of escapism.She stopped halfway when the man diverted his gaze from hers and took his phone. Maybe she should just leave? And how dare she try to have a conversation with such a hot guy, he might have come to pick his girlfriend up from school. She turned and headed home, ignoring the young man, who looked at her again. The young man was Sir Damien, he took a picture of Arya and sent it to Anna to confirm if she was the one he came for. He had never meet Anna since their middle school, where he was basically someone who caused fear in her. During his early teen years, he had been diagnosed with the yandere syndrome and had to stay away from her. He received a text from Anna. “She’s the one. Go get her bro!”He smiled, getting back into his car. The driver, noticing his smile, suggested in a low tone. “Sho
Chapter Five: Romance counselor.Outside the house, it was raining cats and dogs, she walked under it despite having low tolerance to cold. At worst she’d catch a cold, then overwork herself till she sweats out and gets better. Tears rolled down and she sucked it in.Remembering that she’d be the wife of a CEO, she ran out of the rain and inside a café.She shouldn’t look sickly for her wedding but look expensive and materialistic. She didn’t even know where to buy quality things. She indulged herself in hot coffee till she received two texts on her phone at the same time. One was her sister asking if she was accepting Sir Damien. The other was Winx also asking if Sir Damien was really getting married to her. Arya ignored all and switched of her phone.Across her table, in the café, a man in a simple suit was staring at her. He tilted his head, like he was thinking of where he knew her before getting up to walk to her. “Hello, Miss.”Arya dropped her cup and raised her head, seein
Chapter Six: Starting Over.Arya raised a brow, how’d he know if he was an amazing person? Or was he just speaking as a relationship counselor? “Well, I bet he is. He is my sister’s friend and also Mr. Dean’s friend so he’d be a nice guy, I hope.” She said. “Anyway, let’s assume he is, you’d need to be comfortable around him. Let your body gradually adopt the lifestyle. Be honest about your feelings.” He enumerated. Arya’s eyes were on his veiny hands as he took out a finger for each point he made. She pursed her lips and nodded. “I will take that part slow.” Mr. Wade paused but then shrugged. “You know anything about wedding dresses and clothes for rich people? I'll need a hint or two on it.” “I am very open to help you shop for it.” Mr. Wade offered. Arya’s eyes widened. He would shop for her? What if he met his girlfriend in the mall? Wouldn’t that give her a bad label? “I certainly can’t do that to you. Or is it part of your job description?” she asked, politely. “Personal
Chapter Seven: Cat amongst Tigers. Arya had never seen so many pretty things in one place before. She felt her card will go dangerously red soon but didn’t speak of it to Mr. Wade. She ran to a short red dress but when she stood in front of it, the mirror reflected her image on it and she saw it will be quite too short for her. “Do you want it?” Mr. Wade asked. She moved away, shaking her head. “It’s short.”With her disappointed tone, Wade looked back on the dress and without her seeing him, picked it up, along with it’s leggings she might not have viewed. Minutes later, they walked out of the mall, her hands full with bags. He noticed her little hops when she got outside and could tell she was excited about everything. Just when he was about dropping a taxi for her, he sighted a young girl who had been watching him while he shopped. He paused, keeping a distance from Arya. The girl came closer and bowed, before passing by. She peeked into his bag and frowned. He sighed. Yet