"Rory, is there something that you might want to tell me? One of these days? In the far future? On our wedding day?" He asked. Holding my breath it started to feel as if my body would soon collapse. I stared straight into his eyes faking the feeling of confusion.The corner of my lips stretched into an innocent smile. This is what I do best, to pretend as if I know nothing when I seriously know what's going on."None. Why? Is there something that you want to know about me?" I asked him back. His grip on the steering wheel tightens and when I look up to him I see him clenching his jaw.Why do I feel like Kairos knew something? Not the full story or the full-on details but he has his suspicion and he might be able to catch me and the Spencers with all these lies.Kairos stepped into the gas and started to drive faster than usual. It bothers me but I didn't want to say anything. Grasping on the seatbelt. I purse my lips in a thin line, bearing the silence between the two of us and soon en

"Sneak out and meet me at my suite." I discreetly look around before I crumple the piece of paper in my hand once I'm sure that no one is staring in my direction. It felt like Kairos gave me an ultimatum to come up at him and confess to him about the deal that I had made with the Spencers. If I did that, I think he would forgive me but he might cancel the wedding at the last minute and that's going to be my fault. Both Diana and Niklaus will blame and I might end up not getting anything from this deal of ours. They can't take back that half million that they had transferred to my bank account. I need that so I can sweetly start a new life. "What are you doing?" I immediately took a step to widen the distance between Niklaus and I. The double doors of the chapel are closed. It's just me and the Spencers standing outside for my entrance before I walk down the aisle. Nicholas glanced to where the head of the organizers was, telling me to be silent, but I couldn't. I don't want his fathe

A baguette in my tote bag and a roll of fresh flowers in my right hand is the right count that I need for me to replace the wilted one in my vase. Nicholas and I continued to walk down the streets towards my apartment, laughing with each other as if we had been friends with each other for a long time. We stopped in front of the three steps stairs that one must take to reach my front door. I turned to him and the curve on my lips slowly faded, not sure whether he wanted to get inside, if I should ask her to get inside, or drop a subtle hint that I didn't want him to get inside and fake a reason. Act like I am busy and there is something else that I need to do. "Do you want to come in?" I asked him in the end. Nicholas looked around, searching for a hint before he made up his mind, and just in time he answered that. Nika walked past BS, ignoring me completely. Thinking that I might have done something that might have completely upset her. My eyes followed her but while she was busily in

Nika licked her lower lip as she eyed me from head down to toe after I slipped on the party dress that she had chosen for me. It's a silver sparkly backless dress with a plunging neckline that ends right above my thigh. "What are you wearing underneath that dress you, lil slut?" She asked mischievously. Hearing the word little slut from Nika sounds like a compliment rather than an insult. I looked down at my chest, subtly telling her to eye it too. Because of my small nipples, I can walk around braless with no one being able to tell because it would be barely noticeable, especially with the type of fabric that this dress that I am wearing and on top of that. The party will be held in a club, no one would notice it unless someone stares at me the way Nika does now. "Nothing up and a lacey black thong under. Why?" I answered though confused as to why she cared about what I was wearing underneath this party dress of mine. Nika raised her hand in mid-air asking for a high five that I gav

Struggling to free myself from his hold of me. It feels like I lost it after he called me Mrs. Lancaster. I narrowed my eyes at him completely and soon cut the distance between the two of us with just one step. Did he just call me Mrs. Lancaster? His Misus Lancaster knows that I am not Rory. "What did you say?" "You are going home with me, Mrs. Lancaster," he said the same words and so there is no way that my head is playing with me right now. I looked around before whispering, "You know that I am just an imposter of your wife." I took a step away from him to keep the distance between the two of us. Kairos chuckled. "I married you, Isla. I married an imposter knowing that she is an impostor. That doesn't make you an impostor anymore. How sure are you that it's Rory's name written on the marriage certificate?" He asked me with that smile full of malice. It's his way of telling me that he did something and everyone is about to lose their mind if they found out what he had done. "You