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Leonel ~~~ I’m pacing. I try going outside to help with the wedding set-up like Riley, who dutifully yells at the table guy for bringing gold tables instead of silver ones, but I can’t. I can’t leave this house. I can’t be the man Ava needs me to be. And I absolutely cannot go outside and yell about golden chairs. Bella tried helping my nerves, repeating how it’s not my fault and I could never have known, but her sisterly love isn’t what I need right now. I need Ava here, certain that she wants to go through with this marriage because every wedding vendor seems to be sure. Bella finally leaves me alone when she gets a call from some lawyer she contacted to help deal with the Riley court situation, she shoots me an apologetic glance before leaving for my office. Finally, some space to think. “You have some nerve, Leonel.” A voice says behind me, the very voice I came into this house trying to avoid: Evelyn. Okay, maybe no space to think. Evelyn Delmore isn’t parti
Ava ~~~ I don’t even realise when I’m storming out of the office until I see Riley, Bella and Evie fix their eyes on me from different parts of the living room. All that plays in my head is “I have a son.” Not a car. Not another house. Not even a crush on a girl. Those can be taken away. But a son. “Of all the low-life, insulting, crazy…” I mumble, tossing as many insults as I can to myself about the situation, but not one feels fitting enough to describe the depth of anger and hurt brewing in me. Leonel’s warm hand clamps around my wrist, stopping me. “I’m sorry, Ava. I'm sorry my love. Please…” “Don’t ever fucking call me your love again!” I snatch my hand out of his and whirl around to face him. The weariness in his eyes only pisses me off more. “Don’t look at me like that Sinclair” I snarl, but really I feel a heaviness settling im my chest I’ve never felt before, “The paying people for my art thing I could kind of handle, inviting Madison over in jealousy I can someho
Leonel ~~~Ava and I retreat to my office, and I lock the door behind me in case anyone outside wants in on the conversation.This has to be between the two of us. I don’t want to give Evelyn a heart attack at the fact that her boyfriend ran after a car possibly harbouring a dangerous criminal or let anyone else know about Rafael. The moment we’re both in however, Bella’s soft voice causes me to jump. “Please don’t tell me you guys are here to have sex.” She says as casually as if we’re discussing the weather, but I swear there’s an undercurrent of worry in her voice. I turn to see her at the head of the long glass table, sifting through my files in the most organised search I’ve ever seen. I don’t think as I rush to hug her. It feels like years since I last saw my sister. “Mi Corazón, what are you doing in here?” I say just as I pull her into my chest. She sighs and wraps her arms around me.“Riley wants to go before the judge.” She mumbles into my shirt, but her voice is so m
Ava ~~~ As Lynette places my finished dress in a golden box, I twist my wedding ring anxiously, watching her. “I’m sure you’re so excited to see the finished product!” She squeals. Excited really isn’t the word that currently captures my state of mind, but I’m not going to tell Lynette that, not when she made me this dress and didn’t allow me to look in the mirror so I could be pleasantly surprised right before the wedding. She’s a million times more excited than I am. She holds the box under her armpit like it’s made of real gold and comes over to kiss my cheek. “You will be the most beautiful bride.” She tells me, and all it does is fill my eyes with tears. She thinks they’re happy tears because she squeezes my hand and says, “Leonel is a lucky man.” The question is am I a lucky woman? Lynette leaves, entering her van of curiosities and driving out merrily, unaware that her client is now more unsure of marriage than ever. It was one thing when I doubted it, but if Evie
Leonel ~~~ The tyres of the limo screech as Oliver and I are thrown to the side of the plush, velvet seats. “A limo is a really awful choice for a car chase!” Oliver cries, and for the first time, we are on the same fucking page. I raise myself back to the window to see our target, only to find a mass of cars blocking our view. Agitated honks are droned in our direction, with one driver sticking his head out the window and flipping us off. “I don't think they're happy with us.” Oliver hollers. “Yeah, no fucking shit,” I mutter. Narrowing my eyes, I'm able to make out a spot of blue trudging away in the distance, but there is no way our limo is making it to them with all these cars in our way. “Stop the car.” I bark, reaching for the car lock with my mind made up. I would rather risk chasing them on foot than let the car get away. “Count me in,” Oliver says excitedly. I already knew he’d come with me. There has never been a chase that hasn't reeled him in. The mome
Ava ~~~ “Ava, honey, you have to slow down.” Evie says, “Are you saying Leonel paid people to buy your art?” “Yes. No. I don’t know! Celeste came in and said that’s what he did!” She purses her lips, but whether in confusion or in contemplation, I’m not sure, and quite frankly I don't care. As long as I was able to divert her from the real reason for my tears, then I'm fine with whatever she thinks for now. I can't let her, Oliver, or anyone else know the doubts crippling my mind. And I certainly can't let Leonel find out. But Evie would never let me go back inside after seeing me cry without telling her what had happened, so I told her part of the truth: that I was upset about the fact that Leonel had possibly got people to buy my art. But I don't even think she believes it's true, because she answers slowly, “Okay, but we know Celeste doesn't like you so maybe she made it up?” “Ya, cause she thinks her slutty husband had some weird thing for me.” I mumur “He d








