(Anastasia's POV)I entered the building with a gloomy feeling and low energy. My eyes were still hurt and swollen from crying last night. As my grandfather said, he wanted me to get married to that jerk Charles within this month, which is incredulous and unbelievable.His demands were still echoing inside my head, and it made me frustrated just by visualizing being the wife of that womanizer. How can I deal with these things? The elevator stopped and I drag my feet inside my office, throwing my bag and slumping on the couch while letting out a sigh, continuously."Oh, God!"I ran my hands through my countenance, planning what should I do to prevent the wedding from occurring.My thoughts were disturbed when a knock on the door resonated inside my office.I sigh and fix myself, striding towards my table before I yelled to the person behind the door to come inside. I look up and saw my secretary Mina, walking towards my table while carrying a bunch of documents."Good Morning, Miss."

(Caleb's POV)After Anastasia pushed me inside the huge cabinet but it was really narrower and smaller inside of it, the room became quiet. I can't see through the doors of the cabinet as it does not have any holes to peek through it.I don't understand why I have to hide from her grandfather. I did not even do wrong to him. We never met in the past. Even though we were in the same elite groups in the business world, I never had a conversation with him, not even a quick chat with him. Maybe because I have never usually been attending an elite VIP party circuit.I have these thoughts that he might have hated me for hurting his granddaughter, Anastasia. I can't blame him for putting hatred towards me. I deserve all of those hatreds.It's been more than 30 minutes, and Anastasia hasn't back. It must be safe now to exit from this cabinet. As I was about to open the cabinet door when the main office door suddenly opened. I was startled by the sudden door creek open, I shut and closed the c

(Anastasia's POV)Hearing Charles's side, makes me wonder if his father is cruel than my grandfather. I was terrified that my grandfather would do the same to Caleb if I insisted to be with him. Grandfather could get easily ruin Caleb's reputation but I know that Caleb won't back off, especially, if it involves ruining his business. He is more powerful than Laverde, he is capable of doing something but he has its limit. He would not abuse his power for his agenda.That's how I know Caleb Carter, by the time when I'm with him.Here it goes again... Thinking about him, makes my heart feel a pang.I wanted to see him every day but he should not. I'm trying to avoid him from seeing my grandfather. In that way, Grandfather would not put all his anger on Caleb. Adam explains it to me during my first few days here in Italy. Grandfather despises Caleb that much. I sighed as I strode inside the Walton's Group building. Today, the Laverde had a meeting with the Walton's so I would be meeting C

(Anastasia's POV)I woke up the next morning to a feeling of warmth. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw a handsome man sleeping next to me.My hand was lying on his chest and his arm wrapped around my waist. Our faces were only inches apart, a slight move and our lips would meet.I stared at his perfectly carved face for a while until realization hit me. Suddenly, I jerked away and sat up straight. My eyes wandered around the room and then they fell upon him. My eyes widened in shock and quickly got off the bed and put on my clothes.I ran my fingers through my hair and groaned in frustration."No..." I whispered. "What had just happened?" I took a glance at Caleb, sleeping soundly on the bed. My heart pounded furiously as I bite my nail. "Goddamn, it! Why did I give in so easily?" I mumbled with gritted teeth. Right, Anastasia. He is my weakness. I can't decline his touch which makes my heart elated. Before he woke up, I left the room in a hurry without looking back at him. Pressing

(Anastasia's POV)Still debating with my inner self whether to attend that wedding gown fitting or not. I might be a lunatic, debating with my inner self, where in fact I was already at the office for an emergency meeting.Mom said the appointment is at 9:00 which is the same appointed schedule of the emergency meeting. I'm not even bothered a bit though.I reached for my coffee and take a sip while sitting comfortably in my swivel chair. I actually arrived here at the company at 5:30 in the early morning. I've never been an early bird, but I have to, just to avoid Mom's presence. I heard Grandfather will come back today. I was hoping that he would stay in France for weeks, for me to just have a little bit of peace. One day and one night are not enough for my inner peace.Letting out a sigh, my phone rang. I reached for my phone on the table and saw Mom's number on the screen. I counted 10 seconds before I answered the call."Hey, Mom. I'm busy right now. Call you later." the pressed