Mag-log inMeet Calliope Montague, a strikingly beautiful bohemian artist with a nasty but well-hidden past. When Calliope's father who has strictly forbidden her from pursuing her passion for art, signs a contract with a long lost friend that binds her in marriage to a mysterious billionaire, Calliope must decide what path to take—surrender or rebellion. As Calliope struggles to find healing from the hurts and bitterness of her past, she realises that she is fast falling in love with a man she is supposed to hate. Will Calliope conquer her fears and embrace love in its sacrificial fullness, or is the price too steep?
view more“You think I want to be with you too.”His statement felt like a slap to my face. Suddenly, I felt a rush of emotions as his words hit my ears. I must say that his statement did touch a nerve. I don't know why, but it hurt like hell. I felt tears pooled at the back of my eyes. His statement just confirmed my thoughts about the conversation which I overheard him having with his grandmother. Sterling continued, oblivious to my feelings. “I don't want to be here either. I hate that I had to lie to my grandparents. I hate the fact that I yelled at my grandmother just because of you. You mean nothing to me and you seem to be forgetting that. So you better watch what you say and stop acting up,” he warned. He seems mad. His jaw was clenched tightly and his brows furrowed deeply in the middle in exasperation. “I am acting up?” I asked as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. But I fought the urge to do so. “You think I am acting up.”“Then explain all this?” he said, gesturing with hi
“Grandpa, Callie, you are here,” Sterling's voice took our attention away from the paintings and we both turned around. Sterling was standing at the door post, a slightly worried expression marring his face. “Yes, son. What is wrong?” the older man asked, noticing the look on him. “You don't look good.”“We have a problem,” he deadpanned. “Problem? What problem?” the old man asked. “There is a heavy rainstorm all over town now. All roads are blocked. What are we going to do?” he gazed at me. “That's right. I didn't tell my parents that I won't be returning home.”“It's…”“You can just call them,” Grandma Ellen's familiar voice came from behind Sterling and then she appeared beside them. “I can't let my grandson drive back to town in this kind of weather.”“My wife is right. You should sleep over,” Grandpa Chris agreed with his wife. Sterling and I exchanged a look. He kept quiet, so angrily, I tore my gaze away. “There is enough room for the two of you.”“You can both take the
As I tried to find my way back to the living room, I found a room whose door was ajar and I got curious to know what was in it or if someone was inside. Slowly, I pushed the door wide open. And then took cautious steps inside. Suddenly, the light flickered on, illuminating the beauty in the room. My mouth suddenly turned wide agape in astonishment. Oh, my God! For a few seconds, I just stood close to the door, gazing round at the wonders in the room.I found myself surrounded by a captivating display of art. The space was adorned with paintings from renowned artists, each one a masterpiece in its own right.It was a private gallery. I would call it a mini art gallery. Was this how wealthy Sterling's grandparents were? Those were huge amounts of money. Wow! Families of Billionaires! I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. These rich people were such lucky people. I kept exclaiming as I gazed upon the vibrant strokes and intricate details. And in that moment, my worries see
After the brunch, I decided to take a break by looking around the house. The butler decided to be my tour guide since Sterling wanted to speak with his grandparents. I took a few minutes, admiring the beautiful house and the greeny scenery that surrounded it. After a while, I felt pressed, so I turned to the older man who was my guide. “Please, where can I find the restroom?”“Oh, just walk straight down the hallway, turn left and the fourth door by your right is the guest lavatory.”I repeated his instructions and he corrected me. I said the instructions again and when I got it right, he nodded with a warm smile. “Thank you,” I appreciated and then I went in search of the restroom, following his description. After relieving myself, I tried to find my way back, but I got lost. I was confused in the large maze of a house. I was hoping to find someone who would help me find my way back to the sitting room. But no one was in sight. Then, I heard voices coming from one of the rooms.
Simply do what?” a voice asked from behind, and my heart skipped a beat at the now familiar voice of Sterling. As I and Kyle both turned around, Sterling was walking in with his usual confident and commanding stance, hands tucked inside his pocket and an impassive expression masking his face. I was
Calliope POV“Ladies,” a familiar voice called from behind us. We turned around to see who just walked into the room. My eyebrows creased in the middle with mixed expressions at the sight of our unexpected visitor. To say I was surprised to see Kyle Larson was a big understatement. Kyle Larson was my
Sterling POV I shut my eyes and loosened my tie as I fell into my office seat. It has been a long day as I've been working from one meeting to the other. A heavy sigh escaped my lips and I leaned back on my seat, tiredly. I felt exhausted more than I should and I understood more than anyone why it w
I stared at my reflection in front of the long ornate mirror. Today, I was having my fitting with my groom-to-be, but he is yet to show himself. So I was alone at the fitting shop with my best friend, Dianne, and step-sister, Erica who decided to come along with me. At the moment, I was dressed in a












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