Semua Bab Loving The Wrong Bride : Bab 11 - Bab 19

Rowan's POV I sat in the backseat of my sedan the next morning as my driver drove me to work. I held onto my phone tightly, patiently waiting for the private investigator's call, as my other hand drummed against my thigh. Paul, the private investigator had gone silent for the past 12 hours, promising an update...soon. I mean how hard can it be to confirm an information? The word soon meant nothing to me anymore as all I have been doing was wait. I hated waiting, I hated the feeling of not knowing and I think I have gotten to the point where I'd burst out because I was only holding on to the last piece of thread at this point.My driverwas weaving through the morning traffic when my phone finally rang. I immediately snatched up my phone and narrowed my eyes....but it wasn't Paul. It was Samson Black, my closest friend.After letting out a disappointing sigh, I answered the call." Tell me you didn't forget me already Sinclair and I might consider forgiving you" His deep voice teas

Rowan's POV I sat at the meeting with the finance department but I just couldn't concentrate. My mind was on one person alone, .....the woman at the restaurant this morning.Right now, the conference room felt like a prison as voices droned around. I watched as the head of account displayed his charts but all I could think about was the woman. The woman I had thought was Celine.Could it have been her? But then, the hair was different. I know I didn't have a person relationship with Celine but I could fish her out in a room full of women with my eyes closed. Why then am I having this conflicting thoughts? Why then am I finding it difficult to concentrate on the meeting I had looked forward to attending? Her hair was different....softer and shorter. It wasn't the deep blonde that I remembered. In addition, the clothes were a different style from what Celine was into..... they were bright colours. Definitely not what my wife would wear.But then, there had been something about the wa

Celine's POV I stared out of the window silently as Maryjane drove me home. My hands clenched in my lap as I replayed the sound over and over again. The sound of the camera.... click.The snap of the camera shutter. Even though I wanted to stay positive, but deep down I knew that I hadn't imagined it. I couldn't have, just as the same way that I couldn't have mistaken Rowan for the man I saw at the restaurant. And even if Maryjane didn't witness it, the black SUV parked in the far corner of the restaurant wasn't a coincidence.....or was it? I am certain that someone was watching me. I could feel it.But then who could it be? And why would anyone be watching me? I didn't have any enemies, infant the only person that might have something to do with me is Rowan but I highly doubt that he is behind this. There was absolutely no reason for him to watch me this way, if he wants to see me he would have found me already, I mean he isn't Rowan Sinclair just for nothing.Unfortunately Rowa

Celine's POV As we pulled up to the old three story hotel, a slight wave of anxiety gripped me. I was with Maryjane and two other members of the team for this project. I had spoken with Matteo 2 days ago and he had agreed for us to come inspect the place before finalizing the contract. It was all about evaluating the space we were expected to renovate and transform in six months." Are you sure this is the place?" Maryjane asked as she scanned the entire building from head to toe." I'm pretty sure it is.......see it has the name Kings Hotel written boldly on it." I replied her as I gestured to the bold sign above us." Perhaps there is another Kings Hotel " she continued as she gripped the stirring will tightly." This is the place Maryjane" I replied her as calmly as possible. I knew that she had been skeptical about Matteo ever since she met him but I wasn't going to allow that single meeting with him determine how we would run the project.So without wasting anymore time, I opene

Rowan's POV " Good morning Mr Sinclair" One of the company staffs greeted me as I walked out of the elevator towards the exit of the building with Matt, my assistant following behind." Good morning Mr Sinclair" Another greeted again.All I did was respond with a slight nod." Is the car ready?" I asked Matt " Yes sir...I informed the driver already" He replied and as if on cue, the car was parked in front of the building." What time are they expecting us?" I asked Matt after getting into the backseat while he sat in front with my driver." In 2 hours sir" he replied as he scrolled through his iPad.Good. I mentally noted as I glanced out of the window. We were 20 minutes into the road when Matt faced me. " Sir, you might want to see this" he said as he handed me the iPad.Without thinking much about it, I collected it and then read through. The name at the top right of the report hit me first.... EldreenaDesigns. And then it began to sink in.Celine, My wife. An entrepreneur." Wh