Author's point of view...
I walked out of the room, my heart pounding with a helpless, quiet scream. The hall was just a few feet away and I wished it would never end as I laid my eyes beyond it, the car that would take me to my unwanted fate was waiting for me at the entrance. I wanted to turn and run away, to vanish before anyone could stop me, but there was no escape from this. As I neared the car, a pair of familiar eyes caught my attention, narrowed with resentment. Elvira was glaring daggers at me. She was my cousin, a year younger than me. Dad told me that they were invited to a family gathering with the Davis family. She might be here for that. I could almost feel her jealousy seething. And of course—this dress could make anyone turn green with envy. But did she have to give me that look? "You might be flying above cloud seven, aren't you?" she sneered with her voice dripping with disdain. I inhaled deeply. Elvira is my sister but we never have anything that could make us sisters. She had been hostile towards me since childhood, for a reason even I don't know. To say it simply, we weren't in good terms to begin with. I can't possibly expect any kind of emotional bonding with her, of course. With a resigned smile, I dismissed her taunt and walked forward. But as I was about to get closer to the car her resentful voice echoed in my ears again. "Don't think that you can show off just because you are engaged to a rich man, okay. It's just a matter of time when he would kick you out of his life when he sees a better option..." I paused and shot her a glance. A better option...! Did she mean her? Was I showing off just now? What is there to show off in a marriage full of hatred? Then suddenly, I thought of something as I saw her curse me under her breath. Elvira was surely interested in this marriage. A crooked smile tugged on my lips as I approached her and leaned closer. Lowering my voice to a whisper, I said in her ears. “Elvira, if you really want this, I’d be glad to give everything to you.” Her eyes flickered with surprise, but she rolled them quickly, looking away as if she couldn't be bothered. I pressed on, a bitter smile pulling at my lips. “Including this marriage…Including young master Logan Davis...” Her eyes lit up and she shot back to me, eyes wide, and I almost laughed at her expression, her disbelief was that thick. For a moment, I let myself savor the small, absurd thrill of it. “You’re just being rude,” she muttered, her voice lined with something raw, jealousy. Or was it longing? Envy? She didn't know what she was really wishing for, I thought bitterly. Poor thing. She had no clue what a nightmare this was. "You are so shameless..." she added and I enjoyed smiling at her shamelessly. I bent closer again, my voice just above a whisper. “I wasn't joking, Elvira. I'm dead serious.” She looked genuinely confused now, and I saw a flicker of something in her eyes that made me wonder if she'd take the bait. "If it were up to me, I’d give up this marriage in a heartbeat.” She let out a haughty little snort. “You don’t know how to appreciate your luck… you’re such an ungrateful little...” I cut her off with a bitter smirk. Her lips curved into a smug smile, her words dripping with disdain. “Young Master Logan is going to hate this arrangement. You think someone like him would really be happy with trash like you?” Yeah...I know...! I rolled my eyes away but something clicked inside my mind. I looked at her, from top to bottom. Just a little bit shorter than me but she looks good and have a beautiful figure. If only I can make him fall for her!! Wait... was that possible? My mind whirled as the beginnings of an idea took shape. I glanced at my dad, who was about to get into his car, looking almost triumphant in his excitement, as if he’d won something so big. "Dad," I called, and he turned, his face falling at the sight of me still standing outside the car. Maybe he thought I was going to beg him again. “What?” he snapped, impatience simmering in his voice. I forced a smile, the best I could muster. “You all go ahead. I just forgot my phone upstairs. I’ll grab it and join you in a minute.” His eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping into his gaze. “No. You’re coming with me, right now. I know you very well, Ericka." He smacked instantly. I sighed. He didn't trust me at all...! "Go get your phone, I’ll wait right here.” “Dad, come on, I’m not going to run away,” I pleaded, gesturing to Elvira. “She’ll come with me. And you wouldn’t want Mr. Dawis to be kept waiting, right?” He shot me a long, searching look, then glanced at his watch. Rayan, bless him, revved the engine, practically shoving my dad into the car with his impatience. Dad finally sighed, exasperated. “Fine. But be quick.” “I promise!” I called as he climbed into the car, and then grabbed Elvira’s arm, pulling her back toward the house. "What the heck..." “Ericka! Are you crazy? Let go!” She tried to jerk me away, but I kept a firm grip on her arm, leading her inside. “Don’t you want a closer look at those designer dresses the Davis family sent over?” I offered, keeping my tone casual. Her eyes lit up, excitement briefly overriding her annoyance. “Really? I can?” “Of course!” I forced a cheerful smile as I pulled her down the hall. “You can even try one on if you want. It’s not like I have a monopoly on them.” She blinked, astonished, practically bouncing with excitement. It might be hard for her to believe as our relationship was not so good to begin with. “Wait—are you serious?” Her voice climbed with disbelief. “Of course, Elvira,” I assured her with a grin. “You’re my sister, after all. Why shouldn’t you get to enjoy a little of the luxury?” When we reached my room, her eyes widened at the sight of the gowns lined up in perfect rows. She practically lunged toward one of the more beautiful ones, her hands skimming over the fabric reverently as she looked at me, still in disbelief. I nodded, and she clutched it to her chest, beaming. “Go, try it on!” I said, barely containing a wicked grin. This was perfect—if she wore one of these dresses and flaunted herself, maybe the Davis family would see her and start having second thoughts about me. Maybe they'd decide she would suit Logan better. It was a long shot, but it was something to hope for. Mrs. Davis, Logan's mom never liked me, like son like mother. I can't help it. She like innocent and timid girls like Elvira and my personality is a bit different, completely opposite to what she wants. This family gathering can be my last chance to escape. Elvira disappeared into my bathroom to get changed and I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart. All I needed now was for her to dazzle them more than I could. Just within few minutes, the bathroom door opened and a beautiful Elvira stepped out, proudly. "You look good" I said with a thumbs up as a compliment but she smirked rolling her eyes, smugly. "I know...you don't have to state the obvious..." she scoffed. What an arrogant lass...! I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. "Okay, We are getting late, just complete your touch up and we'll get going" Before I could finish my words, she was already sitting on my dressing table, touching the lavish makeup enviously. "Make it fast" I said hurrying her. "You don't have to worry about that. I am not a sloth like you..." she muttered, disdainfully. And for the first time, I felt that my decision to put her in my shoes felt right. Isn't she a perfect match for that asshole...! Ruthless bastard and his arrogant princess...! She elegantly applied her makeup and we were ready to go. As we stepped out of the house, the driver, sent by the Davis family stared at us, a bit confused but didn't utter a word. "Ma'am, who is miss Johnson?" he asked and we both pointed to eachother. "We both" I retorted and he raised his eyebrows, flustered. What is his deal, by the way? We both are indeed Johnsons...! We sat inside and he drove away reluctantly. ***************Author’s Point of View… It had taken years. Years of waiting, of planning, of bleeding in silence. But on a crisp autumn morning, under the golden light of the boardroom chandelier, Nathan Dawis, finally held the final piece of his revenge in his palm. He had already taken down Michael and his empire effortlessly and now it's time for the snakes in his sleeve. “Fifty-two percent of the shares,” the legal advisor announced, sliding the final signed document across the table. “Congratulations, Mr. Dawis. You now own the Dawis Empire.” Nathan smirked. He had already bought forty seven percent of the company shares secretly and with the five percent shares, his grandma, Amanda Dawis gifted him, now he owns fifty two percent of the shares of the Dawis group , making him the biggest share holder and indirectly the owner of the company. There was no thunderous applause. No dramatic music. Just a quiet click as Nathan signed the last page. He stood slowly, slipping his pen into
Author's point of view... "Ericka...!!" A voice rang out in disbelief, cutting through the soft silence in the car like a whip. Ericka’s heart jolted. She turned her head just in time to see Anna, standing in the rain-drenched street, her eyes wide with shock—and rage. “What the hell are you doing?!” Anna screamed, her voice trembling. The first thing that Anna thought was that Nathan taking advantage of her friend. She thought Ericka was being forced into something. Before Ericka could even react, Anna stormed toward the car in a fury. Nathan instinctively reached for Ericka’s hand, pulling her closer protectively. Anna reached the car and slammed her palm on the hood, startling them both. Then, with a sharp glare at Nathan, she grabbed a loose stone lying near the sidewalk and then, Thund...! The passenger side mirror shattered in a violent clatter. “Anna!!” Ericka flung open the door and rushed out, grabbing her friend’s hand before she could strike again. “Stop i
Author's point of view... Ericka stepped out of the café, her head down, her thoughts spinning like a whirlwind inside her. Though she tried to smack it out of her head, she couldn't completely. At that time, she was ignoring him, she hated him and she thought he was so angry with her. She even thought he would kill her but in reality, he was always good to her. All he wanted was her to come find him. She gasped and covered her forehead. "How idioty I was!" she muttered to none particular, "He saved Ryan…he saved me...! Yet he never even told me…" "He had always been there for me...!!" Her feet moved on their own, aimless and slow, as if waiting for her heart to catch up. The late afternoon sky had darkened unexpectedly, casting a shadow across the pavement. She didn't realize it. Her mind was somewhere deep. Thunder rolled in the distance, and the wind started to whip around the trees lining the street. Still, Ericka didn’t stop. She was lost in the memory of Rya
Author's point of view... Ericka stood up from her seat, her chair scraping back abruptly as Ryan limped into the café. Her heart dropped. He looked like he’d walked through a warzone, his lip split, a dark bruise under his left eye, his arm in a sling, and several small cuts which were now brownish in color, peeking out from under the collar of his hoodie. “Ryan…! What happened to you?!" she exclaimed, rushing to him. She thought he might have gotten into a fight at the college. He raised a hand quickly, attempting a smile despite the pain. “Don’t panic, sis… It looks worse than it is.” Ericka was both furious and concerned at the same time. How could she not panic! “Worse than it is?” she repeated in disbelief, helping him settle into the seat across from her. “You look like you were thrown into a boxing ring and left there overnight!” “I’m okay,” he said, waving off her concern. “Just… let me breathe for a sec.” Ericka stared at him, her mind spinning. The last tim
Author's point of view... The warm morning light continued to spill into the room, and Ericka lay still beneath Nathan, her heart beating louder than the birds chirping outside. He hadn’t moved, and neither let her walk out. His forehead was still touching hers, as they lay there, tired. And the million dollar smile on his lips was lazy, amused, and far too confident for someone who just stole something so precious from her. Ericka pouted. “You said you wouldn’t do anything until I was ready…” Nathan raised a brow, eyes still locked with hers. “You nodded.” “You are so cunning!! I was under a spell!” “I’ll gladly cast it again,” he murmured, nuzzling the tip of her nose with his. Ericka huffed and turned her face away, her cheeks turning redder. Is this the same man she knew before? “You’re unbelievable.” she mumbled. Nathan smirked. “You’re unbelievably cute when flustered.” She tried to push him off. “Let me go. I need to shower.” But instead of letting her
Author's point of view... The morning sun slipped in through the half-open curtains, casting warm stripes across the silky white sheets. Birds chirped faintly outside the window, but inside the room, everything was still. Ericka stirred slightly, her lashes fluttering open. Her head ached faintly, her body heavy as if she’d just come out of a dream. She blinked several times, trying to register where she was. "Soft sheets… expensive scent… wait… silk robe?" Her eyes widened as she slowly sat up, finding herself wrapped in nothing but a man’s black silk robe that hung loosely around her shoulders. "What the—?!" before she could realise, the words slipped out of her mouth. She stared at her arms, at her bare legs peeking from beneath the robe. No clothes…! A drop of cold sweat dripped down her forehead. As she tried to remember, her head spun but still... no memory of changing into these by herself… Her mind raced, still foggy from the night before. Then she turned her head.