Isabelle twisted her fingers on her lap and cast another look past the seated guests to the entrance of the gardens where her wedding was taking place. Her brow furrowed slightly when there was no sign of Jacob Garcia or any of his family members.
The ceremony had been supposed to start two hours ago. All the guests from her side of the family were already there, but not one from the groom’s side.
Now, she was reduced to nerves as she sat and waited. Was he going to make it? She had never met him, but she had heard that he was an idler. What if he decided to not show up? To be forced into marrying a stranger only to have him ditch you at the altar…
All this not long after what happened with Raymond and her sister. The two were seated on the front row, and she was doing her best to ignore them. Naomi had been stuck to Raymond’s side since they arrived, and a few comments had been thrown around about what a beautiful couple they were.
Isabelle tried not to let it get to her. While it still hurt, she had accepted that she and Raymond were history. Even if she wasn’t marrying someone else for Ruth’s sake, she would never have forgiven him. To not only cheat but to do so with her sister? How had she not found out sooner?
Where did he get the guts to attend her wedding, anyway? Naomi probably dragged him along just to rub it in her face.
Naomi huffed loudly from her seat, interrupting Isabelle’s stream of thought. “I knew that man was nothing but worthless trash. How dare he keep us waiting? If he didn’t want to get married, he should have said so. What a coward!”
Isabelle closed her eyes momentarily, wishing her sister would shut up. Naomi was the reason she was in this predicament, to begin with. Now, she had to pretend to be the eldest daughter of her family to save their reputations.
A murmur rose around her as the guests reacted to Naomi’s accusation.
“Poor girl. I heard he’s joblessand a son already abandoned by the Garcia’s. Who wants such a husband?”
“She could do better.”
“He is an useless drunk.”
“I've also heard of many of his vices. He was sent abroad to study early, but never heard of him getting any degree, maybe he was expelled long ago so he couldn't even find a job.”
“So shameless. Who keeps the bride waiting?”
Isabelle focused on the altar ahead and tried to shut out the rumours. It didn’t matter. Whether Jacob was an idler, poor, drunk, or not, marrying him was the only way she would be able to pay for Ruth’s treatment. She would focus on that.
As the gossip deepened, Naomi spoke up again. “Seriously, our family can do so much better. It’s such an embarrassment to have to wed my sister to him. He is obviously alienated by his own family. Why should we accept him?”
Why was she complaining so much, Isabelle wondered. She wasn’t the one marrying him anymore, was she? Plus, it wasn’t as if she cared about Isabelle’s feelings, so why was she acting as if she did?
Naomi suddenly appeared in Isabelle’s face. “Let’s go, Isabelle. This is embarrassing.”
Isabelle shook her head and remained in her seat. She was going to wait as long as it took for Jacob to get there. If he got there. Surely, the Garcia family wasn’t going to back out of the agreement on the wedding day, were they?
Naomi reached forward to grab Isabelle’s arm, but Isabelle shot to her feet and stepped back. “Let it go, Naomi! There must be a good reason he’s late. Let’s just wait.”
Maybe he was caught in traffic. Or he had not been well-informed when the ceremony commenced.
Naomi scoffed, ready to get into a tirade. But then, the two sisters noticed that the crowd around them had gone silent. Isabelle turned to see what had captured their attention when she saw the man walking towards the reception area.
Her breath caught in her throat as the man stepped into clear sight. Tall, handsome, and well-dressed in a dark blue three-piece suit that properly outlined his broad shoulders, lean physique, and long legs. And his face…oh, his face. His angular jaw, prominent brow, those dark eyes that seemed to be looking right through her even from a distance…
Isabelle’s face flushed and she looked away momentarily as she realised that the man’s eyes were on her. Was this really Jacob Garcia? She hadn’t expected him to look so…put together. Idlers weren’t supposed to look like they had walked out of a men’s fashion magazine.
When she looked back up, she was taken aback to find Naomi had already left her side and was rushing towards the man, a big smile on her face.
“Hi! I’m Naomi.”
Isabelle held back her scoff. She wasn’t even surprised at her sister’s sudden warmth towards the man she was bad-mouthing just a minute ago. She wouldn’t be surprised if Naomi felt ready to marry him now that she saw he wasn’t as shabby as she thought. But that wasn’t possible now, was it? She was pregnant with Raymond’s baby…
Isabelle was expecting the man to entertain her sister, but instead, he brushed right past Naomi and came up to her. He stopped in front of her and caught her gaze before bowing his head slightly. “I’m so sorry to keep you waiting. It was not intentional.”
Isabelle felt her heart swell at his politeness and gesture. The nervousness that had built during the long wait evaporated as she nodded. If this was truly his real nature, the idea of marrying a strange man didn’t seem as daunting as it had before. “It’s alright. I’m happy you made it.”
“May I?” he asked, offering her his arm.
“Sure,” she replied, hooking her hand on his arm and letting him walk her to the front for the ceremony to begin.
As the couple made their way to the altar, Naomi watched, simmering with anger. Was this man really Jacob Garcia? He didn’t look like a jobless idler at all. She had lied about being pregnant to get out of the marriage agreement because she had thought he was worthless. And now here he was, looking like a prince? She clenched her teeth together, her anger doubling as she saw how he looked down at Isabelle. That bitch!
But, she decided, him dressing well didn’t mean anything. He probably borrowed the suit he was wearing. Or hired it.
A man with so much vanity! Naomi was even more sure that he must be a liar!
As they came to the front and stood next to each other, Isabelle was aware of the many surprised gazes directed at Jacob. And how many of the guests leaned towards each other in gossip. She could bet everything she had that the tune of the gossip had now changed.
But, whether or not the gossip was in a positive light, she didn’t want to spend more time there. She wanted to be done with the ceremony as fast as possible. It wasn’t as if this was her dream wedding. Her fantasies about her wedding had usually involved a man she was deeply in love with. A man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Instead, she was getting hitched to a stranger whose name she didn’t even know. And the man she had dreamt of walking down the aisle to? He was now standing beside her sister.
It was time to let go of her silly fantasies. Her life had never been a fairytale, and it looked like it wasn’t about to get any better.
Isabelle’s eyes went back to her groom, purposely avoiding his eyes. The man was handsome, way more than Raymond, she found herself thinking. But then again, maybe that was her broken heart trying to soothe the ache.
She shook her head. His looks shouldn’t matter. After her father made the payment for Ruth’s treatment, she would remain married to the man. Rather than his looks, she should be more worried about whether he truly was a drunk and womaniser. She could give up marrying for love, but that didn't mean she would be happy playing house with a man like that.
As her eyes appraised him, they landed on the brooch on his suit jacket. She frowned a little as she recognized the piece. She remembered it was the work of a master she had seen in an exclusive TV interview and the last piece he had painstakingly worked on before retiring. She was impressed by its design and exquisiteness.
Such a piece is not something that can be purchased with a price. How could Jacob get it?
Jacob noticed the moment Isabelle noticed his brooch and frowned. He looked down at the pricey jewellery and smiled. “Do you like it?” He leaned in, getting closer to her ear. Lowering his voice, he whispered, “It’s actually a replica of an artifact. One of my friends presented it to me.” She nodded and pulled back, her face flushing. “Yeah, uh, it looks real,” she said, pulling her hand from his arm and stepping away. He was happy his little lie had worked–otherwise, how would he explain wearing a priceless master-designed brooch when he was trying to pass off as a nobody? But he was also confused as his bride withdrew from him, as if suddenly shy of their closeness. Mh. Was she putting up a show? According to his source, the eldest daughter of the Cruz family was anything but demure. He had expected to meet a bold seductress. But his bride seemed to be doing her best to avoid his gaze, and now, she was putting physical distance between them. Before he could think of a way to dr
A shower? Isabelle looked towards the bathroom. It was the only private place in the house. It at least solved one of her problems. She would never have to change in his presence. She wished he did her the same courtesy and stopped undressing in front of her. “Yes,” she said, nodding. Still keeping her gaze from him, she walked towards where her suitcases were sitting. Opening one, she looked for a towel and a change of clothes. Then, without another word to him or a glance towards his side, she hurried towards the bathroom, opened the door, and disappeared inside. The bathroom was not as spacious as the one back home, but it had enough space for a shower, the toilet, and counter space. There was no bathtub, but that was fine. She could live without those relaxing herbal baths she had gotten used to at her family home. A small price to pay, she decided. Looking at herself in the mirror, she cursed softly. Her face was still covered in all the makeup she had worn for the wedding.
Isabelle’s heart hammered away in her chest. Why was he suddenly asking that? Had she said something to give herself away? If he found out the truth and cancelled the marriage… No! She couldn’t let that happen. If he discovered her family’s deceit, her parents would no longer cater for Hannah’s treatment. “Of course I am,” she replied, crossing her arms across her chest. “Why would you ask that?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his eyes narrowed as he continued to stare at her. It made her even more uneasy. “You are the Garcias' eldest son, right?” she asked, attempting to shift the attention from her to him. Jacob shoved his hands in his trouser pockets and rocked on his feet. “I am.” She nodded. “Well then, it’s all good, right?” Was it? Jacob wondered as he studied Isabelle. Knowing that he was going to marry a strange woman to fulfil his mother’s wish, he sent someone to investigate the eldest daughter of the Cruzes. He had needed to know about her so he could figur
Isabelle’s face burned red at Jacob’s words and proximity. Why was he suddenly acting this way? She had already made it clear she wasn’t going to share the bed with him, let alone sleep with him! He must be teasing her!His lips so close to her ear, he whispered, “What do you think?”What did she think? She couldn’t think, for one. The only thing she knew was that she needed to get out of that situation…Quickly, she ducked under one of his arms and sprinted across the room to the bathroom. She didn’t care how she looked like running away. She would deal with the embarrassment the next day. Now, all she had to do was remain in the bathroom until he went to sleep and she could slip back into the room.Heaving a sigh, she walked to the mirror and took in her appearance. Her face was a raw shade of red, and when she touched her fingers to it, she felt how hot it was. Whenever was she going to stop having such a reaction to him?When Jacob woke up the next day, the first thing that regist
When Jacob got to his new in-laws house, he didn’t expect to be welcomed by the sight of his wife all but being thrown out of the house.As Isabelle stumbled onto the porch, he reached forward quickly and caught her arms, steadying her. “What’s going on?” he demanded, taking in her face. Her face was flushed, her lips pursed, while her eyes were teary and red.“Nothing,” she muttered, turning her face away from him and freeing herself from his grip. “What are you doing here?”Jacob looked towards the open door, where Isabelle’s sister had been standing a few seconds ago. Turning around, he spotted Kevin who was carrying several shopping bags. “Kevin, bring them into the house,” he told him.“Okay, boss,” Kevin agreed and walked past the couple into the house.“What is that?” Isabelle asked as she looked closely at the bags Kevin was carrying.“Gifts for my new in-laws,” Jacob answered, and then reached for her hand. “Come on, let’s go inside.”As Isabelle went back into the house in J
Isabelle was taking in the spectacle unfolding before her when Jacob took her hand and led her towards the front door. Of all the ways she had expected Jacob’s visit to go, that was definitely not one of them. She could still hear her mother and sister’s grumbling as the door closed behind them.Jacob kept his hold on her hand all the way to the front of the house. When he let go, he came to a stop and regarded her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to your parents’ house?”She looked towards the door, half-expecting her mother to appear with more flattering words for Jacob. While she did, she jogged her brain for an excuse to give Jacob. It wasn’t as if she could tell him that she came to collect money that her parents had promised on account that she married him…“Isabelle?” Jacob’s voice urged.Looking away from the door, she faced him and said, “I’m sorry about that. When I left the house, I got a call from my father asking me to come by immediately. I didn’t have time to te
After settling in her new home, Isabelle had one more thing to do: find a job. The sooner, the better. She was no longer getting any money from her parents, and Jacob’s financial situation wasn’t the best.So the sooner she got a job, the better it would be for all of them. Once she found a job, maybe she could look for a new apartment to rent. While the house they were living in wasn’t exactly the worst, it was practical at best. Living with Jacob in the same room when they were only pretending to be a couple had its own share of challenges she wished to fix soon.With a good job, she could be able to afford to rent a good apartment where they could each have their own rooms. Also, once she found a job, she would have fewer things to worry about and finally focus on finding ways to raise funds for Ruth’s medical bill.She had high hopes of finding a job quickly. Just the other day, she had received a call for an interview from Larson Group, a famous design company that was renowned i
“Yeah, please do tell us,” the man sitting next to her encouraged.Ann crossed her arms across her chest and pursed her lips before saying, “I just don’t have a good feeling about her, that’s all.”“That cannot be a good reason to not hire her,” someone pointed out. “It sounds as if you have a personal grudge against her. You need to give a good reason why you don’t recommend her for the position.”“I do not have a personal grudge against her,” Ann claimed firmly. “But yes, I know her from school. We were classmates. That’s why I know she might not be the kind of person we want in this company.”“What kind of student was she?”“The kind that cheats on exams,” Ann said. “Look, I didn’t want to bring this up because I’m not sure it’s relevant now, but who knows? Maybe she hasn’t changed at all. Back then, she copied a classmate’s design and won an award with it. The other student was disqualified. I have no idea how she managed to convince the professor that she was the original design