Bridgette's POV"Sweetheart, what do you think about this?" Margaret's voice cut through my train of thoughts and I looked at the iPad she held that had different wedding decoration ideas on the screen."They're all beautiful. Besides, it's your wedding. It will be cruel for me to choose for you." I replied with a smile."Have you spoken to the planner?" I asked and she nodded."She gave me these pictures to pick from since I didn't know what exactly I wanted," Margaret replied and I could see a hint of sadness on her face."Look, Mom, it's your special day. I understand that you didn't have the opportunity to experience all this in your first marriage, but this is nature giving you another chance at it, and this time around, I want you not to hold back for any reason whatsoever." I prodded."I mean, if you can defile your daughter for this man then you must really want this." She let out a chuckle at my words."Give it your all. No holding back." I leaned in and placed my forehead on
Rhysand's POVAfter seeing the pleased Italian representatives off, I returned to my office, about to celebrate the good news when I got a call from the board that an emergency meeting had been arranged.I strode to the meeting room with a sigh. They always found a way to stress me out."What's the matter that warranted an emergency meeting?" I asked, announcing my presence.We held a meeting not long ago, and another one has been arranged."The news of the contract the company signed with the Italians got to us now and we decided it's time for us to promote Ms. Bridgette. She outdid herself this time around. I'm sure you agree. And the position of a director had been left empty since the last director was let off work." Martin stated.His words made bile churn in my gut. "Since when did doing one's job as expected guarantee a promotion in my company?" I asked, trying to be as calm as I could be while reminding them that they were in my company and it was my rule.They all looked at
Bridgette's POV "You look so beautiful in your dress. You made a beautiful bride." I remarked as I stood before my mom, Margaret who was dressed and ready to be called to walk into the wedding hall."And you, my daughter, you are glowing in that dress. I bet you will look even more stunning than I do when it's time." She said with a smile and I nodded to that. Romance was the last thing on my mind. I want to climb up the ladder of success so high that I will be untouchable. Only then will I consider romance. But I couldn't tell her that. Otherwise, she would go livid or become sober. It was her big day, I didn't want to do any of the above so I just bobbed my head with a smile. We could hear the guests clatter at the other side of the door. "I guess the hall is filled to its brim." Margaret voiced her anxiety indirectly. I could see the worry on her face."No need to worry, it's mostly people from work. Aaron has few friends and you have a husband who is obsessed with you. He woul
Rhysand's POV Bridgette's words hit me hard, before I could reply, she had stormed off. The wedding was finally over.I hopped into my car so I could get the rest I needed at home but I sat up with vigilance as I noticed that my driver was taking another route."Are you drunk?" I asked to be certain that I was safe and he wasn't listening to the voices in his drunken mind. "No boss." He replied with that meekness "I'm taking you to your new home." He glanced at me through the rearview mirror.The side of my lips lifted in confusion. Dave was probably drunk and acting out of the alcohol's influence."What new home Dave? Take me home and stop playing around." I warned, frustrated that I had to deal with this after the relatively long day I had."I'm only doing my job, boss." He replied and stepped on the accelerator. I rubbed my temples. Unable to drag the steering wheel with him, I had to sit there and try to get him to pull over."Can you stop the car here? I'll drive tonight. I
Bridgette's POV "I'm getting married, Bridgette." My mother's sharp voice pierced the air as she walked into the room, her lips in a tight smile. The glass of scotch I’d been holding for a while slipped from my fingers as waves of shock spasmed through my body. That's impossible. “You don't mean it.” I chuckled, staring at the mess beneath my feet, the amber liquid slowly slipping away. “You can't tell me you're getting married.” Her tone softened. “I really am, Bridgette.” The brutal truth was like ice water splashed hard on my face. I shook my head, my eyes twitching as I refused to accept her words. “You're not getting married.”“Bridgette!” I pushed myself off the couch, almost bruising my feet with the broken shards of glass on the marble tiles. “I thought we already settled this.” I yelled harshly. “You promised me you were never doing this again. You made me believe you.” "Why do you have to be so selfish, Bridgette?” Her raspy voice made my throat tighten. “Haven't I su
Bridgette's POV The cold wind caressed my face as I stepped out, hugging my blazer around my frail body. My eyes brimmed with unshed tears as I watched a couple walk over with their daughter. Her face was brimming with smiles, but me? I rarely smiled when I was her age. "Ring..." The familiar sound snapped me out of my reverie and dragged me back to reality. Staring at the lit up screen of my phone, an exasperated sigh escaped my lips at the familiar name glaring back at me. I swiped up, and the frantic voice of my assistant filled the line almost immediately. "Hello Miss Bridgette, are you there?" "Yes, Jennie. What's the matter? It's past work hours.” I muttered, running my fingers through my hair as I sensed the urgency in her tone. "The CEO is in the office. His assistant seemed to have dropped a message to inform us about his presence, but—” "But? Stop acting like you're in a heist." I retorted, my patience thinning."We didn't get the notice.” She sighed. “Now, he's t
Bridgette’s POv"Bridgette.” A low, raspy voice shook me out of my core, mercilessly dragging me back to reality. "I suppose you know you're staring at me like a prey you can't wait to hunt.” Rhysand said, making me ruffle my hands through my hair."Bold of you to think that I'd even look in your way, Mr Rhysand.” I muttered in a barely audible voice, but from the look on his face, he heard my statement. “I'm still your boss, Bridgette.” He said firmly, his lips stretching into smirk. “ And I can fire you at my whim and want.” "You've said that so many times, Mr. CEO, and I'd be an idiot if I didn't know that cliche line of yours to the end.” I cut in, staring lazily at the document I picked up."After this, I'll make sure the termination letter is what you get on that table of yours." He refuted, and I shrugged, getting up slowly. “If you're going to do that after this meeting, why don't I do it first? I'm quitting Mr. Rhysand.” I slammed the document in my hand on the table. Rh
RHYSAND'S POVMy jaw tightened as Bridgette walked away, reveling in the complement of the presentation that she had just done."Mr. Rhysand," My secretary called, turning to me with her head still bowed down."What is the matter?" I asked, glaring at her.“I came to tell you that the meeting you've scheduled with your father is in fifteen minutes, the car is ready, and...""You're fired.” I coldly cut her words short."S—sir?" She stuttered, her lips trembling at my words."You heard me, you are fired." I repeated, walking away to the elevator."I'm really sorry, Mr. Rhys, but...""Rhysand." I corrected."Yes, Mr. Rhysand, but you cannot fire me. I need this job.” She blurted out, her sharp heels striking the tiles brutally. God, I hate that sound. "Is that supposed to be a request or an order?" I said, turning back to her already pale face."It—it is not what you think.” She shook her head repeatedly, her face blank. “ I'm just saying I'm the only daughter of my mother, and we...
Rhysand's POV Bridgette's words hit me hard, before I could reply, she had stormed off. The wedding was finally over.I hopped into my car so I could get the rest I needed at home but I sat up with vigilance as I noticed that my driver was taking another route."Are you drunk?" I asked to be certain that I was safe and he wasn't listening to the voices in his drunken mind. "No boss." He replied with that meekness "I'm taking you to your new home." He glanced at me through the rearview mirror.The side of my lips lifted in confusion. Dave was probably drunk and acting out of the alcohol's influence."What new home Dave? Take me home and stop playing around." I warned, frustrated that I had to deal with this after the relatively long day I had."I'm only doing my job, boss." He replied and stepped on the accelerator. I rubbed my temples. Unable to drag the steering wheel with him, I had to sit there and try to get him to pull over."Can you stop the car here? I'll drive tonight. I
Bridgette's POV "You look so beautiful in your dress. You made a beautiful bride." I remarked as I stood before my mom, Margaret who was dressed and ready to be called to walk into the wedding hall."And you, my daughter, you are glowing in that dress. I bet you will look even more stunning than I do when it's time." She said with a smile and I nodded to that. Romance was the last thing on my mind. I want to climb up the ladder of success so high that I will be untouchable. Only then will I consider romance. But I couldn't tell her that. Otherwise, she would go livid or become sober. It was her big day, I didn't want to do any of the above so I just bobbed my head with a smile. We could hear the guests clatter at the other side of the door. "I guess the hall is filled to its brim." Margaret voiced her anxiety indirectly. I could see the worry on her face."No need to worry, it's mostly people from work. Aaron has few friends and you have a husband who is obsessed with you. He woul
Rhysand's POVAfter seeing the pleased Italian representatives off, I returned to my office, about to celebrate the good news when I got a call from the board that an emergency meeting had been arranged.I strode to the meeting room with a sigh. They always found a way to stress me out."What's the matter that warranted an emergency meeting?" I asked, announcing my presence.We held a meeting not long ago, and another one has been arranged."The news of the contract the company signed with the Italians got to us now and we decided it's time for us to promote Ms. Bridgette. She outdid herself this time around. I'm sure you agree. And the position of a director had been left empty since the last director was let off work." Martin stated.His words made bile churn in my gut. "Since when did doing one's job as expected guarantee a promotion in my company?" I asked, trying to be as calm as I could be while reminding them that they were in my company and it was my rule.They all looked at
Bridgette's POV"Sweetheart, what do you think about this?" Margaret's voice cut through my train of thoughts and I looked at the iPad she held that had different wedding decoration ideas on the screen."They're all beautiful. Besides, it's your wedding. It will be cruel for me to choose for you." I replied with a smile."Have you spoken to the planner?" I asked and she nodded."She gave me these pictures to pick from since I didn't know what exactly I wanted," Margaret replied and I could see a hint of sadness on her face."Look, Mom, it's your special day. I understand that you didn't have the opportunity to experience all this in your first marriage, but this is nature giving you another chance at it, and this time around, I want you not to hold back for any reason whatsoever." I prodded."I mean, if you can defile your daughter for this man then you must really want this." She let out a chuckle at my words."Give it your all. No holding back." I leaned in and placed my forehead on
Rhysand's POV The wedding preparations were in place and my skin crawled whenever I was called to participate in one thing or the other regarding it.That was only one of the things that made my skin crawl. Aaron announced his wedding and the whole company and its employees couldn't keep shut when they heard that our parents were getting married. I found it hard to keep my head up whenever I heard the whispers. Just what has that old man gotten me into? How could he choose to get married to her mother amongst all the influential widows in the city who would add value to the company?He picked someone who I hadn't heard of or known except her hard-headed daughter who had constantly been a pain in the arse.I was a man of perfection. Always wanting more and nothing less and so far, Bridgette had managed to keep up to my taste, even higher, but her guts were revolting.She was almost... untouchable and it made me enraged that she prided herself as such."Mr. Rhys-- Rhysand." My new sec
Rhysand's POVMy first instinct was to ignore the message and continue with whatever I was doing, but Bridgette's words rang in my ears.'If you care about him like you claim then you won't leave him with two strangers by himself.' "Shit! Just perfect!" I exclaimed and grabbed my suit from the arm of my chair before walking out.The driver opened the door for me just in time to slip into the comfort of the car."Where to sir?" He asked with a meek voice and I showed him the picture Aaron attached to the message of him and his wife to be in a boutique. All it took was a glance at the picture I flushed at his face and he nodded and started the car. He was the only driver that had managed to stay with me for so long. I'd sacked the others before him for their incompetence and slowness. Dave, however, was so vast with the city that he knew the places with just a glance at their interior pictures and he kept to himself. Even when he spoke, he spoke with so much meekness one would think
Bridgette's POVI glanced at the pile of documents on my desk with a frown. The amount of work I met was ginormous and I had only one person to blame for it; Rhysand Warner.I got to work, checking the hard-copy documents and matching their information with the one on my computer. It was not my work to do, but my secretary informed me that Rhys had his secretary bring them in and he specified that he wanted me to do it."That piece of... shit." I exclaimed when I discovered that he'd given me the files of all the other departments to vet. "Is he out of his mind? He thinks I have nothing to do with my time?" I voiced to myself, visibly pissed by the treatment. Just then, my secretary walked into my office."Miss Bridgette, Mr. Rhys is asking for you. He's in his office." I sighed as I breathed to calm myself so I don't lose my mind."Did he say why?" I asked my secretary who had a sorry expression on her face."He said something about messing up some documents." I nodded to her words
Rhysand's POVThe couple's happiness was palpable, but I couldn't let it get to me. Not when my supposed stepsister was the same person who had refused to crawl out of my skin since the first day she managed to crawl in.I knew I looked like a dickhead who didn't want his father's happiness but I wouldn't let him make a mistake. "Playing hard to get I see." The annoyingly familiar voice called from behind.I turned around, took her in but didn't acknowledge her presence. "Look, I just came to tell you that you're being childish. Our parents need this. They really seem to be in love with each other. The least we can do is support them." She spoke with a soft tone that made me cringe. She always gave off confidence and an unbreakable spirit. Seeing her vulnerable was alien to me, and it almost made me cringe."If you're doing this to get my father's money or have him help your career, it will not work. I must tell you, my father is smart and calculated…" she exhaled loudly before I c
BRIDGETTE'S POV “This is truly unbecoming of you!” Aaron continued, his voice leaving no room for arguments, “You are the CEO of ARW…”For one brief second, I felt a wicked sense of satisfaction, dripping down my spine, as I watched Aaron scold his oh-so-perfect son like a child. It felt so good, almost poetic. I took great joy in his clenched jaw and flushed face, as he stood there not being able to retaliate. How I wished I could take a picture, maybe ten, so I never forgot this moment. My wicked thoughts were cut short.“Bridgette,” my mother’s voice sliced through, sharp and disappointing “That’s enough from you two.”I blinked. “What?” glancing back, I caught sight of Ryhsand's vicious gaze soaked in smugness, and I stepped towards my mother unwilling to let him hear her scold me. “This isn't my—”“I don't care whose fault it was, your actions were uncalled for.” she interrupted, her voice sharp and I shuffled on my feet.From the corner of my eyes, I watched Aaron walk toward