MasukChapter 173~Niklaus~I stood at the altar, my hands clasped in front of me. Fred stood behind me, acting as my best man. Well, not like he is not anyways. He was the only one I had in my corner. He was as silent as a statue, but I could feel his gaze on the side of my head. "You look different, sir," Fred said, his voice so low that only I could hear it."I’m wearing a tuxedo, Fred. I always look like this," I replied, not moving an inch."No, not just that. You are acting different.” Fred whispered. "Your hands aren't twitching. You aren't checking your watch. You’re actually here. I think, for the first time since I’ve known you, you are nervous."I didn't argue with him. He was right. I wasn't thinking about the CEO position, I was thinking about her. I was just waiting for a door to open.She always brought out this side of me.Then, the music changed. The soft violin notes shifted into the familiar rhythm of the wedding march. The guests stood up. Then the door opened.Everythi
Chapter 172~Kesley~The days passed by in a blur and it was finally the wedding day.The morning of my wedding made me feel excited and anxious. Everywhere I looked, there was something happening. My mother sat gracefully, she looked happy, too happy. Taraji was panicking, holding her third cup of coffee that has in her words “helping her calm down.”"Where is she? If that makeup artist isn't here in five minutes, I am going to find her and crush her!" Taraji shouted, checking her watch for the tenth time."Taraji, breathe," I said, sitting calmly in my chair. "She’ll be here. The wedding isn't for hours.""Hours? Kesley, hours are just minutes in 'wedding time'!" Taraji retorted, pacing the floor. On the outside, I looked like the calmest person in the room. I sat still, sipping my tea and watching the chaos. But on the inside? I couldn't stop thinking about our phone call from last night. I couldn't stop thinking about the way we did not talk like we had a business deal..What if
Chapter 171~Niklaus~I didn't want a bachelor party. The idea of loud music, expensive drinks, and people pretending to be happy for me felt like something. I was getting married in three days for a contract, not for love, or so I kept telling myself. But Grandfather had other plans. He insisted on taking me out for dinner, just the two of us.We sat in a quiet corner of a very old, very private club. The walls were covered in dark wood, and the only sound was the crackling of the fireplace. "You look like you're going to a funeral, Niklaus," Grandfather said, swirling the ice in his glass. "It’s a wedding. Lighten up.""I have a lot on my mind, Grandfather. The CEO position, the merger, the press...""Forget the company for one night," he interrupted, leaning forward. His eyes were sharp, even though his voice was kind. "I want to tell you about your grandmother. You know we were together for fifty years, but do you know how I knew she was the one?"I shook my head. "I assumed it w
Chapter 170~Kesley~Today is one of those memorable days. I was going to ft for my wedding dress. The bridal shop was heavenly. Everywhere I looked, there was white silk, sparkling crystals, and golden mirrors.Taraji was beaming. As my chief bridesmaid, she had taken over the entire store. She was marching around the stylist, pointing at my dress as if she were a stylist which I do think fits her personality."No, no, no," Taraji said, waving her hands in the air. "The train needs to flow like a river! This is a Specter wedding, not a backyard party. It needs to look like she’s floating."The stylist, a very thin woman, just nodded quickly. "Of course, Miss. I will fix the lace right away.""And the veil!" Taraji added, her eyes wide with excitement. "It needs to be long enough to be dramatic, but not so long that she trips and falls down while walking down the aisle. Do we understand the mission?"I sighed, trying to stay still while the woman pinned the fabric around my waist. My
Chapter 169~Kesley~My head was buzzing. Niklaus was standing over me in the living room, looking far too clean and far too happy for someone who was dealing with a girl who had drunk too much Soju."Up you get, Kesley," Niklaus said. He didn't sound annoyed. He sounded like he was enjoying this. "We have lunch to attend. Your mother is waiting, and my grandfather doesn't like to be kept standing.""I can't," I groaned, pulling a pillow over my face. "The world is spinning. Tell them I caught a very sudden, very dramatic flu.""Nice try," Niklaus laughed. He pulled the pillow away. "Your mum is waiting at the hospital. You have ten minutes to look like a future Mrs. Specter, or I’m carrying you to the car just like this."I looked down at my wrinkled clothes. "You wouldn't.""Try me," he whispered with a smirk.I scrambled up, stumbling toward the bathroom. With Niklaus literally standing outside the door shouting the time every two minutes, I managed to wash my face and put on the e
Chapter 168~Fred~The apartment was quiet, but it was a messy too. Empty green bottles of Soju were scattered across the coffee table. The air still smelled like the spicy snacks the girls had been eating and the faint scent of Taraji’s perfume. Niklaus had already taken a very dizzy, very sleepy Kesley away to prepare for the dinner meeting with the families. That left me here. In this new, half-unpacked apartment. With Taraji.She was currently slumped on the sofa, her head resting against a cushion that was slightly crooked. She wasn't fully asleep, but she wasn't fully awake either. Her eyes were half-closed, and she was mumbling something about "men in suits" being "too tall for their own good."I sighed and began to pick up the bottles. I am a man of order. I like clean things. I like things to make sense. Watching Taraji, who was carefree, feels different. But for some reason, my heart didn't seem to mind."You're doing it again," she mumbled.I stopped with three bottles in
Chapter 36 ~ Kesley ~"I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY!"Whitney Houston blasted through my apartment speakers as I sang along at the top of my lungs, wielding my mop like a microphone.This was exactly what I needed. A perfect Saturday morning. No work. No stress. No billionaire CEOs ambushing me at
Chapter 37 ~ Kesley ~I stood outside 1142 Harbor Boulevard, staring up at the sleek glass building that screamed "expensive" and "exclusive" in every architectural line.The ground floor had luxury boutiques with window displays featuring single handbags. A high-end restaurant with a name in Fre
Chapter 28 ~ Kesley ~My landlord, Mr. Todd, stood in the hallway.Which was... weird. Mr. Todd never came to my door. Usually he just left passive-aggressive notes about late rent payments slipped under the door or sent terse text messages demanding money with multiple exclamation points and unne
Chapter 31 ~ Niklaus ~I watched her squirm in her seat, her eyes darting everywhere except at my face, her hands twisting nervously in her lap.She was trying to find words. Any words. Some explanation for why comparing me to a small African rodent had seemed like a reasonable course of action.B







