The familiar scent of leather wafted through her nostrils, Ella had been in that particular room many a time and everything that had been said here was unpleasant; and so was the woman sitting on the Sheraton chair behind the large rosewood desk with piles of books and papers on one side, a laptop in front of her, the other side was empty except for an almost empty glass of her signature red wine.     Doña Bianca leaned languidly against the chair studying an almost bored Ella, frowning at the fact that everything seemed to be working against her and the situation seemed out of her hands. She was used to being in control but right now she felt out of place and frustrated.     She leaned forward, resting her arm on the desk and intertwined her long manicured fingers, her gaze intensely fixated on Ell

 His cologne was far too strong tonight it made her nostrils flare and filled her senses too. Impulsively, she felt herself relax in his arm, an inaudible sigh escaped her half-parted lips and her lids drooped automatically.    They suddenly stopped dancing and Ella’s eyes flew open almost immediately, she could see a number of couples on the dance floor swaying to the soft music playing…but why had they stopped? She wondered.    Ella glanced up to see Dylan looking over her shoulder, following his gaze, she saw a young man about Dylan’s age with black hair and blue eyes. He smiled and Dylan nodded in approval.     ‘’Who’s he?’’ she queried.   &nb

   ‘’What do you want to talk about?’’ Dylan queried with little interest, striding across the huge posh spacious office to the desk and pouring himself a glass of scotch not bothering to offer Bryan one.     ‘’What was that about?’’ Bryan asked suddenly.Dylan turned to face him while perching on the edge of the desk sipping his drink leisurely. His face a blank mask.    ‘’What? You didn’t tell me you wanted one.’’ He replied, evading the question.     ‘’You know that’s not what I’m talking about Dylan, you two looked like you were about to rip each other’s throat.’’ &n

        ‘’Ready?’’    Ella looked at her father with a forced smile and offered a curt nod. She couldn’t say a word because the lump in her throat was quite gigantic she couldn’t seem to breathe through it properly.      Placing her hand in the crook of her father’s arm, she inhaled deeply before the huge double doors of the church flew open to an insanely expectant faces. She released a shaky breath, all of them strangers to her except Lani, her mother and Kristina and then there was the heirs; Bryan, Dominic, Jason, and of course Ethan whose eyes pierced into hers in disapproval. She could never guess why he’s against her, they only met at the engagement party.    &nb

  Ella sat fuming in her seat on the private jet that Dylan had all but shoved her into along with Idad. Dylan hadn’t spoken to her after he told her to get changed and meet him downstairs and afterwards he had made a spectacle of them by kissing her in front of the entire guests as if to prove a point. Ella was furious at him but was more furious at her own body for betraying her at that moment, blatantly arching into him and wanting more than just the ravishment of her mouth.The guests hooted and oohed. Dylan who had seemed oblivious of everything led her out of the house amidst the cheering crowd. She could already see the headlines: Dylan Vergara eager to Whisk his new bride to their secret honey moon destination. He had carefully placed his hand at the base of her spine as he stowed her towards the waiting corvette.‘’Are you alright, you seem awfully quiet?’’ he asked a moment later but Ella ignored him and gazed out of the window. He had the galls to ask h