Valentine's Vows; Love, Lies And A Fake Engagement のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

RUBBY'S POV It was the perfect ring. Gold, simple and not overpriced. Nolan would really like it. Tomorrow was going to be our third anniversary, and since he wasn't going to pop the question, I decided to do it myself. I mean, what could go wrong? I mean, I didn't see what was holding us back anyway. We were in love, both financially capable with very supportive parents. So everything added up. There wasn't any reason to hold off anymore. “I can't believe you're doing this,” Trisha, my best friend muttered. “Proposing to Nolan? That's crazy, girl!” “No, it's not,” I debunked immediately. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with a girl proposing to her man. We've been together for three years and I understand that Nolan is somewhat shy. Maybe he wants to do this but doesn't know how to go about it. It's Nolan after all.”“Unbelievable!” She huffed looking sulky as hell. Trish was no happy with the idea of me proposing and kept forbidding it but she had to know that nothing was goi

RUBBY'S POV The private lounge was beautifully decorated with lights and some Christmas decorations were left up but not so much. Tonight was supposed to be not only my third anniversary with Nolan but also our engagement night. It was all screwed up anyways but I couldn't bring myself to cancel. Since I already had Alexander, I decided to introduce him to my friends. At least he was someone worth introducing.Cynthia was holding court at the centre, swirling her wine and directing pointed questions at everyone. Becca was lounging in her chair with an amused smirk, waiting for something dramatic to unfold. Why she was always doing that, I don't know “I love New Year,’’ she grinned. “Look at all that cheer. I'm freaking going ice skating this year! I can't wait to have your mother's turkey, too, and go crazy with all the food and resolutions.”I chuckled lightly.“Rubby,” Cynthia said with an edge of impatience, “are you seriously going to keep us in suspense? Where is this man of yo

ALEXANDER'S POV The soft hum of the elevator was the only sound as I ascended to the penthouse, my thoughts were jumbled. The events of the evening replayed in my head: Rubby’s voice filled with desperation as she pleaded with me to spare the bastard who laid his hands on her. I didn't understand why I reacted that way. I wouldn't touch filth who laid his hands on a womanMy initial plan was to return the slap and warn him off her but when I saw his face, I just had a sudden change of heart. I wanted to see him beg. Still, I reminded myself of the plan. She was a means to an end. Nothing more. I just needed to keep myself from getting too involved with her. Besides, this happened yesterday, why was I still thinking about it?The doors opened, revealing the spacious living room glowing in city lights. Mirabelle was waiting, her pacing like a caged tiger betraying her mood. Her silk robe fluttered as she turned, her sharp gaze pinning me in place.“Alexander,” she snapped, her voice l

ALEXANDER'S POVMy chest rose and fell as I heaved a sigh of relief, though a pang of guilt remained, I had deeply hurt her.I waited for Mirabelle to leave, though, before calling, I couldn't risk causing a scene. Just as my parents thought, Mirabelle had a knack for theatrics; they thought she was crazy, and to be honest, they weren't wrong.I had just finished preparing for the office when I got another notification that Mirabelle had used my card again.I clenched my teeth in anger and yelled in frustration. Was there a limit to this reckless spending of hers? And here I was about to add another woman to the cart. "Don't use my card again," I warned when she took my call."But baby I needed that.""Mirabelle, do not use my card again; if you continue this way, I might go bankrupt before the end of the year.""Okay, fine, I will just get a Birkin bag, and that will be it for the day.""Mirabelle, you have more than ten birkin bags; what do you need another one for?""Oh baby, stop

ALEXANDER'S POV I stared at Rubby as she made to talk, ready to chip in something if the need arose. But before she could form a single word, Nolan quickly cut her short."Mom, Dad," he began, sounding hurt. "Don't be upset with Rubby; I think she's only been confused lately; the whole wedding plans are so overwhelming; it's my fault for putting so much pressure on her."I widened my eyes in shock, and so did Rubby."Nolan, you are pathetic....""I mean," he interrupted her again, his voice suddenly breaking as though he was about to cry."I understand how she is feeling. I haven't been around much lately because of work, and now someone else is gradually taking my place," he made the last sentence and pointed at me, much to my frustration.I stiffened in my chair as I fought hard to suppress the feeling of rage that kept rising in my chest. What a manipulative Narcissist!"I don't understand you, son," Mom asked, walking over to where he sat.Nolan shook his head as though reluctan