The house was empty, save for Irene, the housekeeper. She hummed as she busied herself with embroidery, something she did in her free time. There were fifteen minutes left until 1 p.m. and I was still debating with myself on whether to go on the lunch date or not. I hadn’t sent a response to his texts since the night before.
Rosemill restaurant was an hour away on a good day. Even if I left in that moment, I wouldn’t make it before he would give up on waiting and leave. If I told him I was on my way, though, he could wait.
I sighed and sent a text of confirmation.
Me: I’ll be right there.
I stood up and informed Irene of my destination, something I had gotten used to doing almost every time I went out alone. I didn’t change out of my white jumpsuit. It was decent enough. I put on a pair of silver heels and stood in front of the mirror, assessing my looks.
I brushed my chestnut, shoulder-length hair until I decided it was okay. I used a bit of foundation and concealer to hide my light brush of freckles. I used to like them until a former classmate in high school told me they made me look goofy. Ever since then, I always believed they did.
I got into my car and drove off, hoping to make it in time while pretending that it didn’t matter to me at the same time.
By the time I arrived at the restaurant, it was one thirty. I beat the record time. I made it into the restaurant, my eyebrows raising at how utterly empty it was.
Rosemill was the center of fine dining in California. It was either crowded or too crowded.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Bennett. I’ll show you to your table.” A young girl who looked about nineteen welcomed me, leading me up the stairs designed to look like there was an aquarium inside each step.
“Excuse me,” I called out to her, walking side-by-side with her. “Is there really nobody in the restaurant?”
“It’s reserved.” She gave me an excited smile.
I almost scoffed. Of course he would reserve an entire restaurant.
“Here.” She gestured at the table set in the middle of the space as we reached the second floor. “Enjoy your lunch.” She bowed and scurried off.
I sat in front of the insufferable Adrian Sinclair, who had a blank look on his face. “If it isn’t Ms. Bennett.”
“Stop calling me that. My name is Alexandra,” I corrected.
“I’ll call you that when we’re informal enough. Right now, we know nothing about each other.” He opened the menu board in front of him, his eyes skimming through.
“We’re literally engaged,” I muttered, mirroring his actions with the menu board.
His eyes shot up from the menu as he stared at me for the longest time. “What is it now?” I asked.
“You’re not wearing your ring.”
“I forgot it.” I didn’t know where it landed when I had thrown it last night.
“Good thing we’re living in times when it doesn’t really matter, isn’t it?” He smiled at me. It was a smile you could tell something was behind but couldn’t really put your finger in.
“Do you really not know why your family’s doing this?” I finally asked.
“My family?” He frowned. “From what I know, your family initiated it.”
Both families told completely different stories. Of course. I wouldn’t expect his parents to tell him what it was they were doing. If he was telling the truth.
“If you know something you think I should know, you have to tell me.” He encouraged.
How could I word it? Your family’s full of conniving snakes would annoy him, but so would your family is manipulating mine.
It wouldn’t be such a bad thing if he was the one who called off the wedding, would it? His family would not hold it against us, right?
“You know something,” he noted.
“I have a lot I have to think about,” I simply said. I couldn’t trust him. Not just yet. The whole lunch date was a scheme to mess with me, for all I knew.
“Alright.” He didn’t bother to get the information out of me. “Are you ready to place your order?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. I knew what I was going to order before I stepped into the restaurant. That was how familiar I was with their menu.
As a waiter came and left with his simple order of bread and caviar and mine of spaghetti bolognese, I made a face at him. “I can’t believe you eat caviar.”
“I will not have one more person talk bad about caviar. What’s so wrong about it?” He had the nerve to ask.
“I don’t know, everything?” I raised a brow.
“Let’s just move on to favorite colors. Mine is mint green, and you?” He changed the subject.
“Purple,” I replied.
“Favorite or lucky number?”
“Seven, you?”
“Five.”
I nodded. We sat there, staring at anything but each other. No other questions came forth until the waiter arrived to break the silence.
I couldn’t believe I was sitting at the same table as someone who was eating bread and caviar. What kind of a psychopath was he?
“Can you restrain yourself from giving me dirty looks?” He gave me a pointed look.
“Yeah, sure.” I gave him a tight smile, digging into my food.
“I don’t like being judged more than once. If you see something you don’t like and you mention it once, don’t draw attention to it again. I like caviar, you don’t. I’m not forcing you to eat it.” His voice was stiff, calm, controlled.
“Oh, okay. Got it.” I nodded. “Great bonding.”
He sighed. “And you? What ticks you off?”
“Lots of things.” Getting married to you, for one.
“Nothing specific that you just don’t like?” He raised a brow.
I gave it a good thought and found something I always got worked up about. “Being pestered over something over and over. If I gave a response to something, I wouldn’t like to be asked about it again.”
“It’s about me asking you to come on this lunch date, isn’t it?” He smiled.
“Slightly, yeah.” I chuckled. “And a bunch of other things.”
“Great bonding,” he repeated my words.
“I’m overwhelmed with this much information.” I joked. He didn’t look amused. “You know, it irks me when people don’t laugh at my jokes, too.”
“Ha-ha,” he responded dryly.
“Screw you.” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You’ll have to wait until our wedding night, love.”
“I’m not doing that with you!” My voice came out louder than. I would have liked. If there were people around, they would probably think he was suggesting something way vile and unhinged. Then again, sleeping with him was, at our positions.
“Relax, I didn’t mean it.” He chuckled. ‘What’s your favorite cake flavor?”
“Victorian sponge.” I smiled.
“Classic,” he noted.
“And yours?”
“I thought you would know that. It’s red velvet.” I almost rolled my eyes. Of course it was.
“Fair enough.” I shrugged.
A text from an unknown caller ID caught my attention.
Enjoying your lunch date? You have to enjoy it while it lasts.
I didn’t know I was frowning until Adrian asked if everything was okay.
“It’s…fine.” It had to be a prank or something. I was not ready for another major event. All I wanted was to finish my spaghetti and—
Another text from the same number came and I slowly picked up the phone.
I know what your grandfather did :)
I was out of my seat before I knew it. My hands were shaking and water had spilled out of a glass onto the table.
“What’s wrong?” Adrian asked, standing up with a look of alarm on his face.
Another text came in. I was sure my heart was on the outside of my chest. It could only take so much.
It was a jpg file this time. I downloaded it and the moment I clicked on it, I was hurrying out of the restaurant.
Someone had taken a picture of my grandfather from his house. Someone was in his house with him, and it wasn’t his nurse.
Alexandra's pov 'Who are you?' I completely Ignored Adrian who was hovering around me as I texted the stranger, feeling my heart pounding in my chest, my breath growing raspier by the second. Okay I know I said I was beginning to hate Grandpa, but there was still this part of me that loved him greatly. I was neglected as a child by my parents who were workaholics, always striving to beat the Sinclairs and build an empire which was capable of taking them down, thus I was always with Grandpa. He would play with me and even go through all the trouble of picking me up from school, visiting with gifts- I even preferred living with him than my parents and would always run there when my parents yelled at me or when they forgot my birthday, you know, they were jerks. And it seems like they would never change. I was shaking as I waited for a reply. Grandpa was sick and had been responding to treatment from a nurse named Aisha. If someone had really infiltrated the mansion, he was in t
Alexandra's pov The sound of him hanging up echoed in the car for a few seconds before I finally let the phone slowly slide down my ear, staring into space. Penelope. That name sounded so familiar yet so foreign in my ears. It's like I've heard about it before. But had it really been my name? The same sick feeling rose up in my stomach and before I could stop myself, I pushed my car door wide open and threw my head out, puking so hard my stomach hurt and tears grew in my eyes. As I was wiping my lips, I turned on my ignition and began speeding to my grandpa's place. Mum was yet to call, so I called back and the fake, high pitched laughter of those fake bitches she called her friends caused me to roll my eyes. "Oh sweetheart. Is something wrong?" "We literally spoke a few minutes ago." I reminded her, growing angry by the second. She wasn't even taking this seriously. I badly wanted to lash out at her, but she could hang up on me and I didn't want that because I really neede
Alexandra's pov The siren of the police cars littered around my grandpa's - late grandpa's compound drowned down the sound of the ambulance siren leading my grandpa's headless body to the morgue. I was just standing there, my clothes covered in blood from when I had dropped to my knees earlier on seeing my beheaded grandpa from the ceiling, my hair was pulled back from my face in a rough ponytail and I had a blank expression on my face as I stared at the stretcher which the medical staff pulled out with the dead guards and workers lying on every one of them, a white sheet spread atop their corpse. The cops were presently interrogating Nurse Aisha who looked a bit intimidated as they kept demanding one question or the other. Without a doubt, I knew she would still be taken for questioning at the station. She was the only witness to the murder of one of the largest, popular, well known tycoon and ex-owner of Liss Real Estate- so It was a big deal. An hour ago, when I was certai
Alexandra's pov The maids all stared at me like I was crazy as I stepped out of my car like a hysterical mad woman after I had sped into Adrian's compound. "Isn't that Miss Bennett?" "What is she doing here?" "Does she realize she's at Adrian Sinclair's house?" "Are you dunce or didn't you hear they were engaged few days ago?" "She's so shameless. It's barely been a week and I'm sure she already wants to consumate the relationship." Whispers and murmurs of the maids who couldn't mind their business travelled around, but they all kept hush when I approached them. I looked frantic like I was running from someone. "Where is he? Which hospital is he in?" They all looked at me with contempt and confusion. I could see they didn't like me. "Can't you hear me? What hospital was he admitted in? He informed me he was dying, so I would like to know where Mr. Sinclair was admitted?" "Miss Bennett what are you talking about?" One of the maids mustered up to ask me. I could fe
"You have the size of a pea for a brain, you wouldn't understand even If I broke it down. I'm not surprised you could even stoop that low Adrian. You're truly a Sinclair. Like why would even about something as serious as dying? Do you think it's something you can play around with?" I was so angry right now, and he could clearly see It when he turned. Some seconds passed before he finally sighed. "I'm sorry." I was taken aback. It was brief and I could tell he half heartedly didn't mean it but I didn't expect he'd even apologize in the first place. "I heard about your grandpa and I really wanted us to talk because of you were behavior strange earlier and then I knew you weren't going to listen to me If I told you I wanted us to see, so I had to… " "Tell me you were dying? That was the best solution possible? You knew my grandpa died and you had the audacity to lie to me about dying?" Before he could say a word, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and tried to calm downz but all
Alexandra’s POVI visibly froze as blood quickly rose up to my cheeks.Great. He noticed it and almost immediately, a smirk appeared on his face.“You’re going to need more than that to seduce me, Alexandra. But A for effort, I-“ Adrian started to tease but I slammed the door in his face before he could finish his bullshit.“Great job Alexandra, you’ve successfully embarrassed yourself…” I softly groaned while shuffling towards my bed. I could hear Adrian’s obnoxious chuckles from behind the door.In a second, I was under the covers cuddling with my pillow, firmly determined to stay there. Ear pods in and I was back to my soothing music. Too much was happening and I was slowly starting to feel overwhelmed. I had already slept for a few hours but I still didn’t feel well-rested. I stared into space for a moment before I closed my eyes.Penelope.A name I had long forgotten but now couldn’t think of anything else than it. Questions swerved in my head as the music couldn’t distract me f
Alexandra’s POV“When he had placed me in here, I bit him hard…”Nurse Aisha said she bit the culprit, which meant that all I had to do was find a man with teeth marks on his hand at my wedding.I stared at Adrian’s hand, a bad feeling swelling up. Why is he suddenly wearing a glove? I don’t remember him ever wearing one before. After my grandpa’s death he suddenly...He seemed to have noticed my mood and stopped his previous attempt. After seeing my attention was on his gloved hand, he frowned lightly. “You…Why are you wearing a glove?” I asked, pushing him away, well, I tried too. I pushed but he didn’t budge. This man and his gorilla strength.“Move.”He didn’t respond, only staring at me. The mood was already ruined and I just wanted him far away from me.“Mr. Sinclair, please move,” I growled. Adrian was momentarily stunned but he quickly regained his continence. His frown deepened and he moved away. He stood from my bed. I quickly gathered my covers to my chest and I stared a
Alexandra’s POVAnna is my father’s younger brother’s child. The only child, just like me. We both basically grew up together. Both our parents were busy with work, so we usually spent time together at grandpa’s place. We looked a lot alike, only, I was a little shorter and slimmer than she was. And I had my freckles. We often fought as children, usually for my grandpa’s attention but I always won. My grandpa loved me the most and Anna was obviously jealous of me.Our little feud stopped being little when we got up. This time Anna started to steal things from me. I had all I needed, what could she possibly take? The answer was, My friends. She always found a way to steal my friends. She’d integrate into my circle and throw me out of it. Not just friends, lovers too, and even jobs. I’ve only ever had one boyfriend before and she stole him from me. Who knows how she pulled it off. My relationship with the boy didn’t even last a week.The case of jobs was even more ridiculous because my