Semua Bab The Billionaire's Canvas of Secret : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Still lost in my own thoughts, I barely noticed the figure that approached me from behind. “It's beautiful, right?” a voice asked from behind me. I was a little startled, and I turned around to see Sterling, my fiance, standing behind me with a glass of wine in his hand. His presence was unexpected and it surprised me. How did he even find me? I thought. “Sorry,” he apologized softly, looking at me with an apologetic expression. He must have noticed that I was shocked. “You surprised me,” I mentioned with a small frown on my face. Then I dropped my hand from my chest. “Sorry again,” he said again. And I simply nodded, averting my gaze back to the garden. “You're right. It's beautiful,” I answered his question after a couple of seconds of silence. “This garden belongs to my mother. She loved them just as much as she loved us,” Sterling stated. His voice has a hint of sadness and longing in it. And I had to turn to look at him. He was staring at the garden with a mix of regr

Sterling POV I shut my eyes and loosened my tie as I fell into my office seat. It has been a long day as I've been working from one meeting to the other. A heavy sigh escaped my lips and I leaned back on my seat, tiredly. I felt exhausted more than I should and I understood more than anyone why it was that way. That's why I need a solution as quickly as possible. I have barely taken a fifteen-minute break when my intercom rings. Groaning, I took the call and my secretary informed me that I had a visitor. Without asking who it was, I permitted her to let the person in and then ended the call. A few seconds later, my sister's cat walked into my office dressed in a fitted leather trouser, a chiffon blouse complimented with a black leather jacket and black boot shoes. In her hand, hung a new Chanel bag. I wasn't expecting her visit, but I don't remember the last time that Anna asked for my permission before coming over to the office. Most of the time, it was for my own good but i

Simply do what?” a voice asked from behind, and my heart skipped a beat at the now familiar voice of Sterling. As I and Kyle both turned around, Sterling was walking in with his usual confident and commanding stance, hands tucked inside his pocket and an impassive expression masking his face. I was both relieved to see him at the same time, scared of what he might do. Here was my fiance and my ex-boyfriend in the same room. I wasn't sure what would happen. Because now, Sterling had his gaze narrowed on Kyle. Even Kyle didn't fail to notice his expression. Also, Sterling had a towering height that seemed threatening to Kyle's average height. Kyle suddenly stood upright, the desperate and pleading expression suddenly wiped off his face the moment he locked eyes with Sterling. “Hello, Mr. Vanderbilt,” he greeted in a polite tone. “I've heard a lot about you. It's such an honor to meet you in person,” he said with a grin on his face. I was a little confused at the quick change of e

The room, once filled with tension and the echoes of our heated argument now seemed to hold its breath. The weight of our disagreement lingered in the air. My wedding dress was still draped elegantly around me, like a delicate veil. I turned away from Sterling towards the mirror. I decided to look at myself once more since I would be taking off the dress soon. Delicately, I gently touched the lace of the dress on me. I lifted my gaze from the dress and looked up at the mirror, but I caught Sterling staring at me. Our eyes locked on the mirror. And neither of us broke the eye contact. As our eyes met, I saw a myriad of emotions swirling in the depths of his gaze. The flicker of anger had dimmed, giving way to a mixture of regret, longing, and a hint of vulnerability. His lips, once tightly pursed, now carried a trace of softness, as if he yearned to reach out to me. In that fleeting connection, I caught a glimpse of the complexities buried beneath the facade of our arranged engag

As I stepped into the outside sun of my apartment, into the bustling city street, a smile curled up my face. And right then, my eyes fell on a figure standing amidst the chaos of everyday life. My fiance and groom-to-be, Sterling Vanderbilt. Immediately, my mouth fell wide agape. Oh, my God! I exclaimed inwardly. There he was standing, looking handsome as ever, his presence commanding attention. He looked totally different from the guy I knew who always wore a suit. This different Sterling was dressed in a burgundy short-sleeved shirt which accentuated his well-built physique and impeccably tucked into his black trousers. A mix of black and burgundy Italian dress shoes on his feet. He effortlessly exuded an air of confidence and sophistication. My gaze was drawn to his dark, lustrous hair, which was well gelled and combed which perfectly framed his attractive features. And then to his face. He wore black sunglasses which adorned his face, adding an air of mystery and intrigu