Chapter 6— Wedding bells, Wedding bells.
Back to the present...
The murmurs began as whispers—soon the murmurs were as loud as vapour feeling the stillness of the grand auditorium. Jaxon Hawthorne, stood alone at the altar, clenching his jaw as the noise swelled, drowning out the organ's soft hum. He loathed weddings, especially this one.
From his position, he could see the restless guests shifting in their seats. There were not many family members seated. Even the ones seated were waiting for something—some scandal— to chew them off. It infuriated him that they were here at all, smug and entertained by the delay.
Friends? He had none of those. The people seated were mostly business associates his father had gone the extra length to invite. All of them vultures circling a spectacle. They all had one thing to say at that moment and he knew what it was, unfortunately.
The bride was late.
Seated at the front pew beside Benedict and Dorothea Jones’ empty seats, his parents remained composed—his father, Cillian Hawthorne, a statue, as he had always been, with his blank facial expression and dead eyes, while his mother, Naomi Hawthorne, draped in an opulent gold dress that nearly stole the attention meant for the absent bride. He could feel her gaze cutting through him like a blade as she whispered furiously to his father.
Jaxon checked his wristwatch. Another five minutes gone. Where is Penelope?
The grand door at the back creaked open, and the crowd collectively turned, anticipation thick in the air. A man in a black suit entered, shoulders squared, and briskly walked to his father. Not the bride. A guard.
The murmurs returned—with louder, malicious murmurs of speculation.
“She’s run away.” A woman at the front was saying.
“The Jones girl’s missing?” Another one said.
“Leaving him at the altar. Such a nasty thing to do.”
The words irritated Jaxon to no end, but his expression remained stoic. He would not let these vultures see him bleed. His bride could walk—or run—for all he cared. This arrangement had been born of convenience, not love.
His mother finally rose, gliding toward him like a queen surveying her kingdom. “Jaxon,” she whispered with that smooth, ever-patronizing tone she used anytime she was about to whine. Her jewel covered hand rose to smoothen his lapel, even though it needed no fixing. “I told you this was a bad idea. That girl’s family is unstable.” She tutted softly. “We’ll call it off. Move on to someone worthy of you.”
If she thought he was ready to fall back to her endless matchmaking. Then she thought wrong. Jaxon’s eyes narrowed, cutting through his mother’s condescension. Not now.
Naomi paused, her mouth half open, as the organists began to play louder than they had been playing. A slow, haunting melody poured out across the room, silencing the crowd. Naomi blinked in confusion before recovering, offering him a nervous smile. Even she didn’t know what was happening.
Jaxon turned toward the grand doors just as they groaned open.
A sharp hush fell over the room.
There, framed by the golden light spilling in, stood his bride. The air seemed to be still, trapping every breath in the room. Her dress was silver and elegant—crystal beadwork glinting under the chandeliers like frost kissed by the sun. The bodice hugged her slender form before cascading into a sea of fabric that trailed behind her.
But it wasn’t the dress that gripped Jaxon’s attention. It was her height. Her frame.
It wasn't right. It was wrong.
Penelope had always been taller, broader, with refined edges. The woman standing at the door now was delicate. The thick veil obscured her face completely, shrouding her identity in mystery, but Jaxon’s instincts flared like an alarm.
Who is this? He thought.
Benedict Jones—Penelope’s father—held her arm with a grip so tight it seemed like he feared she’d bolt. His expression, too, gave nothing away, save for the twitch at his jaw. As though he knew he was handing over a time bomb.
Jaxon’s suspicion hardened into a knot of anger. They were planning to humiliate him but he wouldn't let them win.
The congregation rose from their seats as the choir began to hum, and the bride stepped forward. Her steps and Benedict matched the rhythm of the music, slow and measured, but the faintest tremor of her body betrayed her nerves.
Step by step, she advanced—her dress trailing behind her like mist over the blood-red carpet.
Jaxon’s heart beat like a war drum in his chest, his gaze was fixed on her like she would vanish before his eyes.
By the time she reached him, the surrealness of her appearance had the entire room enraptured.
Benedict’s hand visibly shook as he handed the bride off to Jaxon. It took everything in Jaxon not to rip the veil off right then and there. Instead, he gripped her hand, noting the cold sweat against her palm. She was trembling.
The officiant cleared his throat. “Dearly beloved…”
Jaxon tuned him out, his mind whirling. This woman—whoever she was—had no place here. This was deception, a farce. And yet, he had no choice but to play along.
The ceremony dragged on, with them exchanging reluctant “I do’s” much to Benedict and Dorothea’s relief. When the officiant instructed Jaxon to lift the veil, his heart slowed.
The moment of truth.
Jaxon’s hands were steady as he reached for the delicate fabric. A hush descended over the room as if the very walls were holding their breath. He lifted the veil, the silk whispering against his fingers, and revealed—
Her.
Her.
Kallista Jones.
The woman who had bumped into him weeks ago spilled coffee down his custom coat and shirt. The woman who’d lashed out when he’d pushed her away. The same fiery glare he remembered was now staring back at him—her lips pressed into a tight, anxious line.
Kallista Jones. His fiancée’s younger sister.
Jaxon’s expression darkened, his voice low and lethal, meant for her ears alone.
“You.”
Her eyes widened, her breath hitching as she stumbled backward just slightly, the force of the venom in his voice had her freezing on the spot.
The guests clapped politely, oblivious to the storm raging at the altar.
Jaxon didn’t move, his fists clenching at his sides. This wasn’t just a mistake—it was an insult. And Kallista, standing in front of him, looked even more lost than he felt.
The choir began to sing again, but all Kallista could hear was roaring in her ears.
Chapter 7 — To A Cold HusbandKallista swallowed hard as Jaxon’s eyes narrowed in on her.“You,” he growled.The venom in his voice made her stomach churn. She nearly stepped off the altar from the sheer force of it, but the grip her shoes had on the carpet that covered the altar kept her rooted. For the first time in what felt like hours, she remembered to breathe, though it came out in shaky waves.The guests were still clapping, oblivious to the storm brewing between the them. Kallista’s cheeks flushed as she became painfully aware of Jaxon’s hand gripping hers, his fingers digging into her flesh.“You—” He cut himself off, straightening as if reining in whatever anger threatened to spill over. His jaw ticked, and the look in his eyes promised that this wasn’t over.She tried to speak, her lips trembling as the words refused to form, but the officiant stepped in before she could manage even a whisper.“Now, as tradition calls for, the groom may kiss the bride.”Kallista froze.Her h
Chapter 8- Bride AloneKallista remained rooted to the spot, the cold wind biting at her exposed arms. The muffled sounds of laughter and conversations spilled out from the wedding hall behind her, a cruel reminder of the spectacle she'd just endured. Her family had played their cards, and now the consequences of their gamble were crashing down on her."Kallista!" Her mother's voice snapped her out of her haze. She turned to see her mother rushing toward her, her face tight with worry. "Why are you just standing here? Get in the car before someone sees you like this!""Like what?" Kallista's voice was sharper than she intended, her emotions were burnt to the very end of the line and unraveling. "Like the stand-in bride who's just been ditched by her brand-new husband? That about sums it up, doesn't it?"Dorothea grabbed her arm, her grip firm. "Lower your voice," she hissed, glancing around. "Do you want to embarrass us all even further?"Kallista wrenched her arm free. "Embarrass you
Chapter 9— From A Groom's Point Of View Jaxon sat in the back seat of the sleek black car, his hands resting on his knees as the driver sped through the city streets. His jaw was clenched so tightly it ached, but the burn of anger in his chest drowned out any discomfort.They really thought they could fool him.His mind replayed the scene at the altar—the way Kallista’s face had gone pale when their eyes met, the flicker of sadness in her wide eyes. She had known exactly what was going on and she played along. Her silence only added fuel to the fire already blazing inside him.Penelope’s family had been bold, he’d give them that. Their desperation to save face was almost impressive. Almost. But they’d miscalculated.He should’ve walked away right then and there. Called off the farce, humiliated them all in front of their glittering audience. But something about Kallista’s expression had stopped him—her trembling lips, the faint glimmer of defiance in her eyes even as she stood frozen
Chapter 10 — The HawthornesHer mind was still frazzled from the conversation with her parents as she watched their limo leave the chapel grounds when she felt a hand wrap around her arm. She turned sharply and was met face to face with the woman she had seen inside at the front pews where Jaxon’s family was seated.A woman she realized was Naomi Hawthorne. World-renowned philanthropist, former Miss World, Miss USA, and famous pageant who once walked a runway with even more famous runway models just to raise money for a charity course.They made a whooping sum of 30 billion dollars and guess the model most voted for. Yes, Penelope’s yapping the few days to the wedding had paid off.Wife of billionaire business mogul, Cillian Van Hawthorne and mother of her now cold husband.It felt very weird, she now had a husband. One who hated her guts but a husband regardles
CHAPTER 11 — Cold & WarmA younger woman appeared at the top of the grand staircase. Her hair was loose, and she wore a casual yet expensive matching blouse and skirt that made her look effortlessly beautiful.With familiar brown eyes and facial structure, Kallista thought she must be a Hawthorne.“You must be the new bride,” the woman said, descending the stairs with an intimidating grace.“Lila,” Evelyn said sharply.“What?” Lila shrugged, her sharp blue eyes raking over Kallista. “I’m just introducing myself. Lila Hawthorne, Jaxon’s cousin.”“Kallista,” she said softly, feeling out of place under Lila’s scrutinizing gaze.Lila smirked, her expression playful yet mocking as she circled Kallista. “So you’re the one they
Chapter 12— The Jaxon Hawthorne WayThe private jet touched down at Narita International Airport, Tokyo just after dusk, but Jaxon wasn’t met with the usual relief that came with escaping the chaos of New York.The weather mirrored his mood. Invigorating sharpness and cold. He looked down at the coat in his hand. He might be too angry to even need it for warm-up.He didn’t regret leaving Kallista by the curb. Regret was for the weak. What gnawed at him was the chaos he’d left behind—the tabloids would surely be having a field day already and he tried to shut his last image of his bride’s distraught face when he left her by the curb. The image had carried him through his flight.Fourteen hours was long enough, but spending most of those hours thinking about what he would do with the woman he had left behind with no plan for her. The w
Chapter 13— TechnicallyHawthorne Tech Headquarters – Tokyo Division — 7 a.m.Executive Boardroom – 27th Floor.The skyscraper rose like an obelisk against the Tokyo skyline, glass panels reflecting the pale morning light. Jaxon stepped into the lobby, already on a call with Nolan Reece, his COO back in New York whenever Gabriel was absent."Cancel the acquisition with Valtrex Systems," Jaxon ordered, his tone clipped. "Their numbers are bloated, and the tech isn’t proprietary. I won’t pay for smoke and mirrors.""Already done," Nolan replied, unfazed by Jaxon’s familiar ruthlessness. "But the board’s pushing for an update on the Helix Project. They want to know if the Tokyo division can handle the next phase without pulling resources from New York."Jaxon’s jaw ticked. "They’ll handle it. Or I
Chapter 14 — Totally FooledMeanwhile back at the Hawthorne estate hours before the text:It didn't take a genius to know that her new maid—add that this felt weird to say—disliked her. For some reason.It wasn't like she could walk up to her and ask what her problem with her was. That was so not her style. She was always one to talk back but never the one to start the altercation.Marie appeared from one end of the massive walk-in closet to the large mirror Kallista had been staring back at.“How about this one?” She asked, her eyes taking in her new mistress's body language.Kallista stared blankly at the dress. It was a plain blue dress with even plainer white pearl beads along the neck. If anything, she was going to look like an abandoned mannequin walking around the estate, especially after that dinner from hell.
Chapter 16— Dark ZanderSeated comfortably in the Hawthorne family estate main garden Delia had shown her, a few days later, in a deep blue colored boyfriend Jean and a tank top that had come with a tag, a very expensive tag among the expensive tagged clothes she had gotten. Now she was sitting in clothes she knew she would never have bought in her right senses. Her pay at Brio’s had been good but not good enough. It covered the payment for her rent and other things she felt were important but splurging on herself was something she only engaged in at Christmas because of the discounts.It was sad but it was her reality. She flipped the pages of the book she had been pretending to read for the last hour. She didn't get how someone could read under such intense concentration of sunlight. Those ladies on her Pinterest board she spent hours on when she wasn't busy had deceived her.She slammed the book shut with an exaggerated sigh. She was going to die of heatstroke if she kept this up.
Chapter 15— Once Upon A Bastard Kallista had not predicted what would happen when she told Naomi her preferences. Now, she was staring at ten racks of clothes—clothes that had a wider range of "casual" than she ever could have imagined. Tank tops, mini skirts—she knew she would never wear, trousers, jeans, dresses for casual outings, and even loungewear. Then there were the undergarments.Naomi had spared no expense.She reached for a tag on a delicate lace brasserie, her brows drawing together as she turned it over.Hawthorne Fashion.Of course. She thought. Her lips twisted wryly as she searched for the price and promptly dropped the brasserie as if it burned her."Jesus," she muttered.The price was a joke. And she had a bra joke. A really bad joke. She had no one to share it with, though, so she chuckled dryly to herself and moved on.After browsing, she settled on a free-flowing pale-colored dress adorned with soft floral patterns all over. The bust fit snugly, almost corset-like
Chapter 14 — Totally FooledMeanwhile back at the Hawthorne estate hours before the text:It didn't take a genius to know that her new maid—add that this felt weird to say—disliked her. For some reason.It wasn't like she could walk up to her and ask what her problem with her was. That was so not her style. She was always one to talk back but never the one to start the altercation.Marie appeared from one end of the massive walk-in closet to the large mirror Kallista had been staring back at.“How about this one?” She asked, her eyes taking in her new mistress's body language.Kallista stared blankly at the dress. It was a plain blue dress with even plainer white pearl beads along the neck. If anything, she was going to look like an abandoned mannequin walking around the estate, especially after that dinner from hell.
Chapter 13— TechnicallyHawthorne Tech Headquarters – Tokyo Division — 7 a.m.Executive Boardroom – 27th Floor.The skyscraper rose like an obelisk against the Tokyo skyline, glass panels reflecting the pale morning light. Jaxon stepped into the lobby, already on a call with Nolan Reece, his COO back in New York whenever Gabriel was absent."Cancel the acquisition with Valtrex Systems," Jaxon ordered, his tone clipped. "Their numbers are bloated, and the tech isn’t proprietary. I won’t pay for smoke and mirrors.""Already done," Nolan replied, unfazed by Jaxon’s familiar ruthlessness. "But the board’s pushing for an update on the Helix Project. They want to know if the Tokyo division can handle the next phase without pulling resources from New York."Jaxon’s jaw ticked. "They’ll handle it. Or I
Chapter 12— The Jaxon Hawthorne WayThe private jet touched down at Narita International Airport, Tokyo just after dusk, but Jaxon wasn’t met with the usual relief that came with escaping the chaos of New York.The weather mirrored his mood. Invigorating sharpness and cold. He looked down at the coat in his hand. He might be too angry to even need it for warm-up.He didn’t regret leaving Kallista by the curb. Regret was for the weak. What gnawed at him was the chaos he’d left behind—the tabloids would surely be having a field day already and he tried to shut his last image of his bride’s distraught face when he left her by the curb. The image had carried him through his flight.Fourteen hours was long enough, but spending most of those hours thinking about what he would do with the woman he had left behind with no plan for her. The w
CHAPTER 11 — Cold & WarmA younger woman appeared at the top of the grand staircase. Her hair was loose, and she wore a casual yet expensive matching blouse and skirt that made her look effortlessly beautiful.With familiar brown eyes and facial structure, Kallista thought she must be a Hawthorne.“You must be the new bride,” the woman said, descending the stairs with an intimidating grace.“Lila,” Evelyn said sharply.“What?” Lila shrugged, her sharp blue eyes raking over Kallista. “I’m just introducing myself. Lila Hawthorne, Jaxon’s cousin.”“Kallista,” she said softly, feeling out of place under Lila’s scrutinizing gaze.Lila smirked, her expression playful yet mocking as she circled Kallista. “So you’re the one they
Chapter 10 — The HawthornesHer mind was still frazzled from the conversation with her parents as she watched their limo leave the chapel grounds when she felt a hand wrap around her arm. She turned sharply and was met face to face with the woman she had seen inside at the front pews where Jaxon’s family was seated.A woman she realized was Naomi Hawthorne. World-renowned philanthropist, former Miss World, Miss USA, and famous pageant who once walked a runway with even more famous runway models just to raise money for a charity course.They made a whooping sum of 30 billion dollars and guess the model most voted for. Yes, Penelope’s yapping the few days to the wedding had paid off.Wife of billionaire business mogul, Cillian Van Hawthorne and mother of her now cold husband.It felt very weird, she now had a husband. One who hated her guts but a husband regardles
Chapter 9— From A Groom's Point Of View Jaxon sat in the back seat of the sleek black car, his hands resting on his knees as the driver sped through the city streets. His jaw was clenched so tightly it ached, but the burn of anger in his chest drowned out any discomfort.They really thought they could fool him.His mind replayed the scene at the altar—the way Kallista’s face had gone pale when their eyes met, the flicker of sadness in her wide eyes. She had known exactly what was going on and she played along. Her silence only added fuel to the fire already blazing inside him.Penelope’s family had been bold, he’d give them that. Their desperation to save face was almost impressive. Almost. But they’d miscalculated.He should’ve walked away right then and there. Called off the farce, humiliated them all in front of their glittering audience. But something about Kallista’s expression had stopped him—her trembling lips, the faint glimmer of defiance in her eyes even as she stood frozen
Chapter 8- Bride AloneKallista remained rooted to the spot, the cold wind biting at her exposed arms. The muffled sounds of laughter and conversations spilled out from the wedding hall behind her, a cruel reminder of the spectacle she'd just endured. Her family had played their cards, and now the consequences of their gamble were crashing down on her."Kallista!" Her mother's voice snapped her out of her haze. She turned to see her mother rushing toward her, her face tight with worry. "Why are you just standing here? Get in the car before someone sees you like this!""Like what?" Kallista's voice was sharper than she intended, her emotions were burnt to the very end of the line and unraveling. "Like the stand-in bride who's just been ditched by her brand-new husband? That about sums it up, doesn't it?"Dorothea grabbed her arm, her grip firm. "Lower your voice," she hissed, glancing around. "Do you want to embarrass us all even further?"Kallista wrenched her arm free. "Embarrass you