All Chapters of Heir Of Deception : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The flashing cameras found me before I even stepped out of the building. “Ari! Is it true you're in a relationship with Derek now?” One reporter yelled. “This is the third man this month. Do you enjoy using men and discarding them whenever you want?” What the hell? What are they on about this time? I lowered my sunglasses and kept walking, my heels striking the pavement with practiced confidence. Years in the spotlight had taught me never to let them see me crack. “Ari! Say something!” Someone yelled again. Say what? I don't even know what you're talking about! “Move,” one of my security guards barked, creating a path through the crowd and escorting me to my car; with my assistant, Stella, close behind. I slid into the seat, my heart still racing. “So,” I said, trying to catch my breath, “who am fucking this time?” Stella didn't answer immediately, her eyes glued to her tablet, her nose scrunched slightly. That couldn't be good. “Dave Montigo,” she s

For a second, I couldn’t breathe and I could feel the ground shake beneath my feet. My phone slipped from my hand as panic took over. I started dressing frantically, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. “I don’t know what you just heard,” He said, stopping me at the door, “but let my driver take you. Youlook out of it.” I barely managed to say a “thank you” before rushing out. The hospital smelled like antiseptic and something else I can't pinpoint. Dread sat heavy in my chest as I rushed inside. Seeing my Dad motionless in the hospital bed, with tubes, wires, machines barely keeping him alive broke something deep inside me. I knelt beside him, tears streaming down my face and soaking thesheets. I can’t lose my Dad like this. I refuse to lose him at all.A knock on the door jolted me up; I turned towards the door and saw Victor making his way to me. I stood up and met him halfway, launching myself into his arms; I broke down the second time today. “Th

I always imagined my wedding would be beautiful. I would be marrying the love of my life, at the beach or the garden, surrounded by family and friends. Instead, I was standing in the City Hall wearing an ivory dress Stella had picked out for me the day before. Life was funny that way. “You’re frowning.” I looked up and saw Micah before me looking annoyingly handsome in a tailored black suit. Damn! Why does he have to be so hot? I rolled my eyes. “I’m getting married. What am I supposed to be doing?” “I mean, most brides smile.” I scoffed, “Most brides are not marrying strangers.” “Fair point.” He said raising his hand while smirking. The infuriating thing about Micah was how easy he made everything seem. The last two weeks had been a nightmare. My Dad still hasn’t woken up, the doctors said his vitals are strong and he should wake up any moment. I’ve been occupied with meetings, board approvals, legal contracts, wedding arrangement and through all t