Semua Bab STONE HEARTED C.E.O : Bab 1 - Bab 10

I nervously tug at the beautiful dress that I was wearing. It gave me Cinderella vibes. It was the first time I wore anything pretty and put on some real make-up. I never got the point of dressing up for high school when what should we be doing was studying hard. My step-sister Heidi will never agree with me since she would rather lather up her face for hours than study for a few minutes. I was tall for a girl and I sometimes towered over short boys. But Heidi on the other hand was a curvy type. My best friend Charlie once referred to Heidi as Kim Kardashian and me as Zendaya. Though Kim has a big booty it's Zendaya one would call cute. Zendaya is much cuter than me and looked nothing like plain looking me. The only common thing between us was we shared African heritage from my mom's side but my dad was white. I don't remember my mom much I was a small child when she died. My father married Ella a few months later. He said it was to look after me. But it was me who looked after my da

I walked towards the crowd my knees were practically knocking together. I was never a crowd person. I always dreamt about my wedding. I used to always see myself wearing pretty gowns and walking towards the love of my life with a smile. But that day is today except I'm getting married to the love of my sister's life. It was she who should have been in my place I had no idea what had forced her to take off. But seeing the face of my future husband was giving me some ideas. He is not ugly don't mistake me. He is a very handsome man. He can go to a Vogue photo shoot and land himself a modelling gig if he wanted. But he won't because his worth is much more than vogue. He rarely graces any interviews no one knows about him much. He was adopted and his adoptive family was poor too. Whatever he had become it was by his blood and sweat. His adoptive parents are here by the way but I have no complaints against them. They are the sweetest in-laws that Heidi could ask for. But I once heard that

I had a peaceful and quiet life except for some of Heidi's meltdowns. I remember once she denied that I shouldn't get to celebrate my birthday since it is a week before hers. She was afraid that I will steal her thunder. I didn't care. I was never one for crowded parties. I celebrated them quietly with Charlie and Jeff. Jeff thinking about him is slicing my heart into two. He will know the truth soon. I had no explanation to give him. He loved me so much and I dreamt of being his wife. I had never asked for anything but a small family for me and Jeff. "It is time for the wedding feast", said Tom my father-in-law. I walked with them. I noticed that Dane was not there. I wondered where he had gone. He was kind of concerned about appearances and he was missing the biggest one. "Emm where is Dane?", I asked curiously. "You know how he is. He is taking some calls probably from his office. You have to regulate him dear. He does not care about his health at all. He is always working", said

Home is not what I would call his place. It is big and beautiful. It is grand like a palace. I wanted to hate the place so bad. But it's beauty is be witching me."Breathtaking isn't it?", asked him as if echoing my thoughts."It is OK", I admitted with a grudge."Atleast you won't have a complaint about the place you are about to live", he pointed out cheerfully."This is not my home", I said."Then you better start change your mind", he replied with a shrug.I wanted to answer him. I wanted to scathe him with my words. But I couldn't think of anything to say to that. The reality is that I had lost my home. Going back to the place was not even an option for me anymore. I will be thrown out of my ear by Ella. Not to mention it will be the breach of the contract I signed with my husband. I still remember with clarity how I signed the agreement before marriage. It was like signing a divorce paper even before getting married. I will not fully cooperate with him. No matter what he says. B

I have used the intercom against my better judgement. Fathima came and helped me find the guest bedroom. It was furnished better than I could imagine. But still it lacked the personal touch. I was a mere accountant but I could tell that it lacked a few things. But it was not my home. It is a temporary place to stay. There is no need for me to retouch it in anyway. I was thinking a little too much about the decor to block out the other images. I lost for a second and the images came flooding back. His lips on mine. The hardness of his mouth against my softness. I touched my lips. It is swollen from his kisses. I shudder to think what might have happened if I hadn't stopped him. If he kisses me like that every night I'm gone. There is no redemption for me. I'm in the danger of being seduced by a devil. But I guess bringing Jeff right after the kiss might have caused caused him to abandon his plans of bedding me at least temporarily. I knew that should have made me happy but instead it