After Anderson's declaration, he wordlessly turned to me, ignoring the pointed stares everyone threw our way as he grabs my wrist and ushers me away from the set.“Anderson,” I called after him, almost tripping on my own feet as I struggled to keep up with his pace. But still, he doesn't stop, not even bothering to look my way.I looked around us, the whispers getting louder as we passed a few employees on our way out.This was bad; the news of our marriage was supposed to remain private. It would have served me better if everyone in the office didn't know I was the boss's wife, especially when I wasn't really his wife.Now I'm sure the news will soon spread like wildfire. I had caught sight of a few employees taking pictures and videos of the dramatic scene on sight. I predicted it would surface on the internet, gaining thousands of views and putting me in the hot spotlight.I internally cringed at the thought of my face appearing on blog posts. It was already hard coming to terms wit

“Never thought I would see the day this damn rascal would settle down.” The old man I now know as Mr. Dardan says as he looks between me and Anderson.He'd taken the pleasure of giving me a detailed narration of how Anderson always dropped by at his shop during his teenage years, emphasizing the part where he always came with a new girl at his side.Now we sat in a secluded section of the shop, although it was small, the ambiance of the building was homey and lively. The walls were adorned with colorful murals of ice cream cones, whimsical unicorns, and playful fairies, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of a wonderland. The shop was perfectly suited for children, so why would a man like Anderson come here of all places?Mr Dardan was a short man with a hunchback. His gray hair was cut short, and neatly combed, and his squinted eyes made it hard for me to see the color of his eyes. When he smiled, the corners of his eyes would crinkle like folded paper, but that was by far the only wr

I knew Laura Shield to be a woman of few words. Her commanding presence spoke volumes, and the way she carried herself effortlessly hinted at her expertise in the field of business. She was the type of woman men feared, intimidated by her power, beauty, and intelligence. But alas, one man remained immune to all of this, and that was her younger brother.“Not that I'm not glad to see you..” Anderson entered the living room, Celine trailing behind him. He took a seat beside me on the sofa, giving way for Celine who silently served us freshly brewed chamomile tea. “But would you give a little heads up when next you come over?”I was the only one who bothered to thank Celine, and she appreciated me with a small nod.I glanced at Anderson, noting that he was now wearing a plain t-shirt. I shift my attention to the tray of tea on the center table, tracing the intricate design of vines and petals that decorated the tea cups. I didn't even ask her to prepare refreshments, trust Celine to alwa

Briana didn’t know how to feel about Daniel’s appearance, especially when everyone else was fawning over him. After his brief introduction, he announced that he’d arranged a breakfast buffet for the staff and the workers on set, instantly winning their favor.“He’s so thoughtful.” Elise let out a dreamy sigh, her hands resting on her chest as she looked over to where Daniel stood, engaged in a hearty conversation with the director. “And handsome too. Very handsome.” This was the third time Elise had complimented his looks in the last five minutes.“He could pass for an actor or a supermodel,” she continued. Briana acknowledged her with a small nod, busy sorting out the clothes for the opening scene. She paused, taking a cursory glance at Daniel. Without a doubt, he was a sight for sore eyes, possessing a magnetic charm that added to his good looks. But as Briana eyed him silently, she couldn’t help but think that he was nowhere as handsome as Anderson.Startled by her thoughts, she wo

Briana woke up with a splitting headache, cracking her eyes open and wincing as the morning sunlight kissed her face. She stirred, not fully awake, but her body felt heavier than a boulder, almost as if something was weighing her down. Exhausted, she decided to stay in bed, her arms tightening around her pillow. Briana sank her face into the soft material, her eyes fluttering closed. She inhaled, the faint yet alluring scent of lavender tingling her nostrils. Did Celine change the detergent used for the pillowcase? It usually smelled of lemon.And did her pillow always have a heartbeat?Briana’s brows furrowed as her hands groped the pillow.“That tickles.”She stilled as a familiar voice reached her ears. Her eyes shot open, her heart skipping a beat. Slowly, she glanced up, meeting the gaze of her husband.“Sleeping beauty awakes.” His voice was light and playful, sporting his signature amused smirk as he looked down at her. “Kinda disappointed that I didn’t get to kiss you first th