There weren't many things Marybeth feared. But being left behind and forgotten like she didn't matter was one of them. Another, she realised as she followed a Home Affairs official down a narrow, dimly lit hallway, was being early for a wedding she wasn't keen on. She wanted to kick herself when the clerk left her in a sparsely furnished room, explaining someone would be in shortly to speed things along. Now Austin Hawthorne would have one more reason to be smug when he found her waiting for him, like some desperate bride who couldn't wait to get hitched.
Marybeth gingerly sat in one of several dusty chairs arranged around the ancient square table. She spent the next few minutes shifting her gaze between the dreary metal filing cabinet on the opposite wall and the equally sorry-looking credenza next to it, as she mentally went over her lesson plans for the following week.She checked the time, sinking lower in her chair when her wristwatch nicely informed her only three minutes had passed since the clerk left her alone. It was true what they said. Time always seemed to grind to an excruciatingly slow pace when one was anxious. Marybeth twirled a lock of hair around her index finger while she sent Danica a text, checking where they were. 'In the front office.' Her stepmom texted back.'Why? Shouldn't you be here with me?''Clerk said it's not our time yet.'Marybeth reread the message, wondering what she meant. Why they'd separated them as soon as they arrived was still unclear to her. But she assumed it was for a last-minute marriage counselling session with her future husband. Did they even offer last-minute marriage counselling sessions?Measured footsteps echoed on the linoleum floor in the hallway. Marybeth looked up from her phone just in time to see the door fling open and a dark-haired guy strut in, smelling like the man of her dreams she'd long given up on. For a startling moment, she was mesmerised by his liquid brown eyes holding her in place, keeping her prisoner under his spell as he gawked back at her. They held such emotion…such sadness, she wanted to reach for him, hold him and ask him to tell her all the things he'd seen. He must have seen plenty. No one who hadn't lived through the horrors he had could hold so much sadness in their eyes.Aware she was staring, Marybeth averted her gaze. She glanced at Danica's shoes on her feet, and did a terrible job of ignoring the man's fluid movements as he sat down several spots from her. The metal legs scraping on the tiled floor as he adjusted his weight on the saggy chair demanded her attention again. She looked up, wishing she hadn't, when their gazes collided again, sending her tummy to her feet.He was handsome, in that cold, aloof kind of way—no, the right word was rugged and maybe dangerous, too…She could almost see the string of broken hearts left in his wake, of all the women who thought they'd heal him but couldn't. He had that love-them-leave-them vibe, and she wondered why a man like him would want to tie the knot in such a drab place."Getting hitched as well?" Marybeth asked, cringing at her own question. This part of the building was reserved for people like her, who didn't want bells and whistles on their wedding day. If he was here, he was most definitely getting hitched. She'd never win the prize for the best conversation starter, for sure. But, he rewarded her inane question with a nod anyway, a small smile forming on his lips as he leaned back in his chair and spread out his long legs like he owned the place. The sadness Marybeth had seen earlier was gone. She must have imagined it, because only an amused glint flashed in his eyes now."Are you excited?" she asked as she watched the beams of light trickling through the grimy clerestory windows dance over the different shades of brown in his tousled hair.He cocked his head to the side, the small smile stretching into a full-on smirk as he arched his brow. "Unbelievably so.""That's nice," Marybeth said. "Lucky you.""What about you?" She shook her head. "I'm not.""Why not?" His voice was familiar, like she'd heard it before, and it sent goosebumps up her sleeveless arms.Marybeth mentally shook herself, deciding it had to be the air-con in the room. There was no way this handsome devil's voice could spark such a reaction in her."Why aren't you excited?" he pressed. This time, it felt like he'd run a finger along her spine when he looked at her. She gulped at the sight of his Adam's apple and the way the white fabric of his shirt stretched over his broad chest when he crossed his arms. Focus, Marybeth scolded herself. The devil came in many forms. She couldn't get distracted by this temptation wrapped in a suit that looked like it was made just for him. It could very well be, judging by the gleaming cufflinks peeking through the sleeves of his jacket and the matching pin keeping the black tie in place.No, this was one temptation she didn't need. Not when Austin Hawthorne, with his receding hairline and pot belly, would walk in any moment now.The mere thought of her future husband was enough to leave a bitter taste in her mouth. Sighing heavily, Marybeth ran a hand over her hair, making sure her ears were still covered. She had a thing about her ears. They were too big, and she never showed them off. Ever. "So why are you miserable on your wedding day?""Because this isn't how I imagined it would be," she blurted out. "It's crazy, considering this was dropped on my lap this morning. My folks left it off until the last minute. Who does that? I don't even know the man! Anyway, I phoned him this morning, hoping we could reach an agreement and call this thing off. You know what he said?"He shrugged, shaking his head. "But I'm sure you'll tell me?""He barked at me like I'm one of his casino employees and told me to be here at nine. Here I am, but he's nowhere to be found. He's probably trying to hide his damn receding hairline just to make himself look ten years younger. I don't know what he'll do with that pot belly, though.""What do you mean? What receding hairline? What pot belly?" Her new friend looked downright perplexed, the sadness back in his cognac eyes. He looked darn cute, like a lost puppy, and if he wasn't a grown-ass hulk of a man, she would have adopted him. She smiled reassuringly, feeling bad for spewing all her pent-up frustration at him. "I'm sorry for dumping on you. But I'm so angry right now! I mean, what kind of decent-looking man would want to marry a woman he's never met? He's got to be desperate, and honestly, with the company my father keeps, I really think he's a dirty old bastard. I won't be surprised if he's also a swindler like him. He's got to be if he owns a casino, right?""Dirty old bastard? Swindler?""I've put my foot in it again, didn't I? I'm sorry. Rant over, I promise," she said as she held out her hand. They should exchange names, since he knew so much about her now. "I'm Marybeth, by the way.""It's a pleasure to meet you, Marybeth," he took her hand and grasped it firmly in his manly calloused palm, instant awareness shooting all the way from her fingertips up her arm and to her face when their fingers touched."The pleasure is all mine," she whispered, baffled by her intense reaction to a man she didn't even know existed until fifteen minutes ago when he pranced in, looking sinfully tempting.She blinked away her unholy thoughts and shrugged off her reaction, chalking it down to her mad anxiety and the vodka shots she had earlier."What about you? Where's your future spouse? Is she running late? And what is this place? Is it like a pre-marriage counselling waiting room? I'm babbling, aren't I? Sorry—" she said, wondering if her breath reeked of alcohol. Maybe that dash of liquid courage before such a momentous occasion wasn't a good idea, considering she was about to sign her life away. The man's rich laugh at her absurd rambling, bouncing off the drab slate walls, made the room a whole lot brighter and less cold, and she didn't feel like such an alcoholic now. "I don't mind. You can babble away, and as for your future spouse, I'm sure he'll be here. There's still time.""That's not the point." Marybeth twirled a strand of hair on her finger, winding it tightly the more she thought about Austin Hawthorne. "The point is he's a creep who preys on young women. And since he wanted this sham of a marriage, the least he could have done was to be early. Now I'm sitting here, looking like a desperate bride!""A creep who preys on young women? Whoa! Isn't that a little harsh? He's going to be your husband, after all.""If you were marrying someone you've never met, you'd probably feel the same way," Marybeth retorted, refusing to let go of her impressions of the man she'd despised from the moment she knew of his existence. "You're probably marrying the love of your life. That's why you're sitting there all excited.""Hardly," he said. "What?""She's hardly the love of my life." "I see," Marybeth shrugged dismissively as she stood up and paced the room, glaring at her phone every two seconds. "So why are you marrying her if she's not the love of your life?""Out of duty," he said, cracking his knuckles.As vague as his response was, Marybeth got it. She wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her misplaced sense of duty. So she nodded, her eyes soft with sympathy. "Where is she? Is she also running late?"He brushed his fuck-me-hair away from his face, showing off a smooth forehead. "No, she's around. She was actually very early.""That's nice. At least you'll be out of here soon," Marybeth nodded, looping another strand on her finger. "So, is she dolling herself up then?""If you pull any harder, you'll rip off your scalp.""Right!" she smiled guiltily. "I tend to do that when I'm nervous. Childhood habit I can't seem to shake off."His phone buzzed on the table, a dark shadow falling across his face as he glanced at the screen flashing up at him. "Everything okay?" she asked when he pushed the phone away."Just a small irritant, but I'll live."She nodded and walked back to her starting point. "Seriously, if he's not here at nine on the dot, I'm out of this joint. I have lesson plans to work on and guitar classes to prepare for.""Why are you marrying this guy again, since you hate him so much?"She stopped mid-stride and looked at him, heat scalding her cheeks at his intent stare gliding over her body. For a man who was 'unbelievably excited' to be getting married, he sure had a roving eye. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide from his gaze as she mumbled under her breath. "Like you, it's out of duty...and guilt." "Ah…"Before Marybeth could ask if it was sarcasm she detected in his voice, the door burst to life. She turned, expecting to see her future husband, with his receding hairline and potbelly. But a clergyman stepped in, draining all colour from her face when he opened his arms in a warm greeting. "This was a hell of a surprise, Austin!""Thank you for availing yourself at such short notice, Friar John." Austin returned the hug, patting the clergyman on his back. Turning to Marybeth, he held out his hand, "This is my soon-to-be wife, Marybeth Tyson. You have no idea how thrilled I was when she finally agreed to make me the happiest man in Clifton Bay. I tell you, Friar, for a second there, it didn't look good. But thank heavens we managed to iron out all our issues this morning. Isn't that right, Beth?"Marybeth slowly nodded her head, wishing the floor would open and suck her down several levels below hell, because up here on earth, there was no way she'd be able to live down this humiliation.Nothing about the last three minutes made sense.Where was her Austin Hawthorne with his receding hairline and wife-beater vest? Where the hell was the filthy, middle-aged man she planned to hate for the entire twelve months she was bound to him?"Beth?" The smug smile she'd sensed during their call earlier lit up Austin's hand
A little over three months ago, without her knowledge or consent, her father—the one person she loved the most even when he didn't deserve her love—had sold her off to a casino owner like she was nothing. Like she meant nothing to him. It was her mother abandoning her all over again. But this time, Marybeth wasn't a terrified little girl. She was twenty-eight and could make her own decisions.She was such an idiot for making it this far, dressing up in someone's borrowed dress and driving across town. And for what? To give her father more time so he could pay off his debt? A debt that had nothing to do with her."I'm going to the police!" she announced, but her butt remained glued to the seat, her legs refusing to cooperate with her plan of action.Austin laughed, his amusement doing nothing but rile her up even more. "I own the police minister, Beth. In fact, I own part of the government too. So stop overthinking this. I'm not looking for romance. But I do need a companion for my dau
Marybeth's uneasiness must have shown through despite the dazzling smile she wore the whole time Austin's people hovered around her because he came to her rescue before the only other woman in the room could pounce on her."The Home Affairs official is waiting for us," he said as he firmly took her hand and led her out of the room. She was taken aback to see four other men waiting outside the room when they stepped into the hallway."Who are all these people?" she asked Austin."You'll meet them all later. Right now, we have to finish this thing."She nodded. "Right! Let's finish it."When they entered the office, one floor up, Marybeth didn't know what to make of the woman behind the desk, kitted out in Nike gear from head to toe.Sure, her union with Austin wasn't real, not in the traditional sense, at least. But as the marriage officer, couldn't this woman take her job more seriously and dress appropriately like the rest of them? Marybeth, herself, didn't want to be there, but she'
A thin film of sweat covered Marybeth's palms as she gulped back her anxiety. When Austin said she'd meet everyone later, she assumed it would be more like two weeks or even a month from today later.She didn't think it would be so soon. She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready for his life. She hadn't even begun to wrap her head around being married to him, let alone the possibility of his involvement in illicit activities.She wasn't an idiot. After their ritual-like ceremony with Friar John, she'd figured Austin belonged to some kind of crime family. But what they dabbled in, or how deep his involvement with the family business was, was still a huge mystery to her. If she had to be honest, though, she wasn't so sure she wanted to know, and she was a little relieved when Google spat out a 'no results' at her when she surreptitiously ran an internet search on him.The only results from her 'Hawthorne family' search were website links to the Hawthorne Foundation and Hawthorne Group
The two men in the front blinked several times in Marybeth's direction when she jumped in beside Austin, giving her appreciative smiles in the rear-view mirror. But they knew better than to speak out of turn, especially in their boss' presence.Nothing would stop Austin from sharing his unnecessary and unwanted opinion, though. "You are beautiful, žena!""Flattery is wasted on me," she muttered, annoyed by the warmth surging through her veins when his appreciative gaze roamed over her form from head to toe, lingering a little too long at the hint of cleavage peeking over her dress.She crossed her arms, huffing as she stared out of her window.Austin laughed, the sound of his amusement rattling the car as he handed her a file. "Here. Read it and familiarise yourself with its contents."Marybeth glanced at the file. "What's this?""Your biggest assignment yet," he announced. "My father will likely ask you all sorts of questions to make sure our relationship is real. You have to pass hi
"Well, well! Who do we have here?" said the elderly gentleman in a low, gravelly voice when Marybeth finally stood before him."Marybeth Tyson," she replied with a nervous smile."Lukas Hawthorne, Blake and Austin's father," the man introduced himself as he pulled her in his embrace and kissed both her cheeks.Old Spice—or some other old man cologne—and a whiff of Cuban cigars and bourbon fumes enveloped Marybeth as soon as he swathed her in his arms. It was an oddly comforting scent on him, but she would have found it downright disgusting on any other man.His eyes, too, as dark as the sky on an overcast day, when he held her away from him to take her in, had a softness—no—a sadness she'd seen in Austin's when he first walked into the waiting room at Home Affairs.It was a look that made Marybeth want to trust him. To like him even.But a man like him, who was clearly the head of what she was now certain was a crime family, couldn't exactly be trusted—"They are the greatest loves of
Marybeth had no idea why they kept calling her 'кума,' and when it came up again, she had to ask the sullen brunette beauty beside her dripping in Swarovski diamonds."It's godmother in Serbian," she said waspishly, malice glistening in her stunning hazel eyes. "I suppose I should congratulate you on the title. But, sweetie, you'll never have Austin's heart. Iris beat you to it. And well, his body… Let's just say I know what makes him tick.""Excuse me?" Marybeth said, baffled by her needless hostility. "Who are you?"Before the woman could reply, Austin waltzed over and drew her to his side, nuzzling her neck. "Žena, I see you've met Hadley.""We were just getting acquainted." Hadley smiled sweetly, batting her long lashes like Tweety, and Marybeth barfed a little in her mouth. She didn't care what their relationship was, but she wanted no part of this drama. If Austin wanted to screw around, so be it. After all, they were married in name only."Come on, a few people are dying to mee
The lunch ended much sooner than Marybeth wanted, and Austin pulled her aside long enough to update her on his plans for the afternoon."I'm heading into a meeting, and I'm not sure how long it will take," he said, rubbing her arm lightly. "Benji and Arno will drop you off at your place if I'm not done by five."Marybeth didn't understand why he was carrying on with his charade of a doting couple in the throes of a whirlwind romance. Half the people in the room may have bought it hook, line and sinker, but judging by the shrewd way old man Hawthorne kept looking at her throughout their meal, he hadn't."Beth?" Austin shook her a little to get some reaction from her.She sighed, her voice heavy with irritation when she spoke, "Seriously, there's no need to report every little aspect of your day to me; after all, my job is to look after your daughter. Where is she, by the way? When will I meet her?""For as long as we're in company, žená, you will act like a glowing bride, so quit your
Rock Castle was a breath of fresh air in many ways for Austin and Marybeth. Once they'd put down their roots, they embraced their new life, immersing themselves in the community and the social scene.When they were not entertaining or attending various social events, Austin focused all his energy on growing Stardust Inc. while fulfilling his duties as a board member of De Jager Inc. and Orlando's proxy.Marybeth, too, kept herself busy with various home improvement projects, including setting up the baby's nursery. She also joined the PTA at Green Meadows Primary, championing a few fundraisers. As if she wasn't already busy enough, Lukas low-key began sending her Foundation documents to review, mostly company policies and NPO funding applications. Never mind that she'd had zero orientation since she was only supposed to start the following year.She was so busy embracing her new life as a stay-at-home mom and the Foundation's silent CEO she didn't have time to miss her old job. And tim
Austin left Clifton Bay under a heavy cloud of complex family dynamics, his departure shrouded in controversy. But Rock Castle welcomed him with open arms. The people close to him didn't care at all about the drama and scandals he'd been embroiled in over the past few months. They were just happy to have him in the same city with them, and it didn't take long at all for Eden and Natalie to reach out to Marybeth and take her under their wing, acting as her free tour guides, pregnancy encyclopedias or sounding boards.Completely sold by their raving reviews of Dr Emily Waylon, they set up an appointment, immediately falling in love with her bedside manner on their first check-up. She was attentive, not to mention patient, answering their endless questions with a comforting calmness.Orlando and Adeline couldn't contain their joy when they broke the news about the baby that evening. Marybeth's tummy had gotten so big they could no longer hold off on telling them."Is it a boy or a girl?"
The whole time Austin scoffed down his food, he noticed Marybeth wasn't eating, absently toying with her salad. His heart shattered all over again because he knew he was responsible for her lack of appetite and dramatic weight loss."Mr Hawthorne, can we talk, please?" Elizabeth appeared beside him, stealing his attention away from his wife."Sure, let's chat inside," he replied, leading her into his study."Long time no see," he said with a smile as he sat on the edge of his desk. "You look happy and younger, too.""Traveling will do that to you," she replied, flashing a brief smile that Austin found a tad unsettling because it was so unlike her. She was always stoic."So that's what you've been up to since I left the Group?"She nodded. "The place wasn't the same without you, so I left. And that's why I'm here. I want my old job back. If you'll have me, that is.""You'll have to take a pay cut," Austin said. "I'm starting from scratch, Elizabeth, so I don't have a ton of cash flow—"
Barry De Villiers was at Sea Point Police Station at 9:00 AM for Austin's release, and after completing a ton of paperwork, they were finally out of there by 11:00 AM.Austin didn't talk much on their way to Pelican Surf, lost in thought and the scenery. It was like he was seeing everything for the first time. The sun on his skin, the wind in his hair, the light glaring in his eyes…it all felt different, somehow."So, what's the first thing you'll do when you get home?" Barry asked."Hug my wife and kids until they get annoyed with me," Austin replied with the biggest smile. "Maybe eat a nice home-cooked meal...Don't get me wrong, I appreciate all the takeaways you got me, but nothing beats my wife's cooking!"Barry guffawed, throwing his head back. "Okay. What else?""Mhh, I think a nice long shower is in order, too," Austin said, sniffing himself, making sure he didn't smell like something out of a garbage can."You don't stink," Barry assured him."I know," Austin chuckled. "Just ma
Austin's altercation with another prisoner was the last straw for Marybeth, the thing that pushed her beyond her limit and sent her over the cliff.He'd asked her to hang in there for a few more days, but the thought of him getting into another fight or possibly getting killed terrified her. The stalemate with his father would only get deadlier the longer he remained in custody. Something had to be done to bring him home, and it had to be done fast. So she called Lukas, begging him to end all the madness. But, he wasn't interested in hearing her out, telling her coldly that he was too busy picking up Austin's slack—running the family and The Corporation—to worry about her fears.Marybeth's desperation got so bad that she reached out to the one person she swore she'd never ask for help. Her mom.They met at a sleepy coffee shop in Virginia after Anna and Willem's joint funeral.As usual, Vivienne was dressed to the nines, dripping head to toe in designer labels despite the sombre occasi
That night, Austin couldn't bring himself to eat the takeaway Barry had brought him. How could he when his heart was in pieces?A thousand kilometres away, Willem Dejager had no appetite issues. In fact, after Maryke's death and his fallout with The Corporation, his appetite had improved, and the insomnia that had plagued him for years since Iris died had miraculously vanished. If he'd known revenge would cure all his ailments, he would have joined forces with Austin much sooner.He was still furious with him for going back on his word on Maryke. But seeing Lukas so broken, now that he didn't have an heir, more than made up for Austin's betrayal.Yes, things had gotten messy over the past few weeks, but they would only get even more chaotic once he sent the ledger to the cops. He just hadn't found someone he could trust yet. His old contact at the station—the man who'd finally given him the unredacted file on his daughter—had been recently placed on administrative leave, and Willem was
Swarms of reporters were waiting outside Sea Point's police station when Austin was dragged out of Gordon and Peterson's car. They mobbed him as soon as they saw him, pushing their cameras and microphones in his face, screaming for answers. The whole thing reeked of a badly organised PR stunt, and when Gordon and Peterson made no attempt to protect Austin from the crowd, even though it was their job, he began to think one or both of them had tipped the media off. Why wouldn't they, when they had finally taken down a member of the Hawthorne crime family? Never mind that Austin didn't belong to said crime family anymore. Never mind that they didn't have evidence to back up their charges. But who needed evidence? As far as they were concerned, this was huge, and if they miraculously managed to get the charges to stick, sending him away for twenty-five to life would be a huge career move for both of them. So parading him in front of the vultures was totally in their best interest, walking
"I'm fine. Vivienne was just leaving," Marybeth nodded, grateful for the interruption; she couldn't handle any more threats from her mom."Yep, I'm on my way out," Vivienne affirmed, spinning around and making her grand exit. She turned back, calling over her shoulder, "Beautiful service, by the way. But I'm not sure if Lionel was worthy of it!""You!" Marybeth shook her fist at her, ready to go after her, but Austin pulled her back by her waist, reminding her people were watching."She's not worth your energy," he said, rubbing her back to soothe her. "What did she want anyway?""To see if there's anything she could do for me," Marybeth replied, shooting daggers at Vivienne's back as she vanished into the crowd of mourners. "And to warn you.""Warn me?" Austin asked, massaging her nape. "What for?""She said to tell you to 'wake the fuck up and fix things with your father'; her words, not mine. Apparently, there's chatter.""What kind of chatter?""I don't know," Marybeth admitted. "B
Nothing good ever happens after 1:00 AM.And no one ever calls with good news after 1:00 AM.But it was her father. Marybeth couldn't ignore him. So she hit answer and braced herself for the worst."Sweet Pea," he said, sounding awfully cheerful, considering how late it was."Daddy, what's going on?""I know it's late," he said, pausing briefly before he got to the heart of his call. "And I know we planned a road trip to Still Bay in a few weeks. But is there a way we can move it forward?""Forward?" Marybeth asked, confused by the proposal."Yeah, can we go today? I suddenly have this urge to see the sunrise. And you know how beautiful Still Bay's sunrises are."Understanding what her heart refused to accept, Marybeth's mind made all the decisions for her from that moment onward."Of course, Daddy. Let me grab a few things, and I'll be there in an hour," she told him before hanging up.She shot out of bed like a lightning bolt, threw on a lightweight tracksuit and sneakers, grabbed a