Watching him glaring and smiling at the same time made Calista extremely uncomfortable. Whatever Ranya was doing here felt so planned and intentional. The familiar secretary sat across from her, her gaze fixed on Calista as well. She nodded a greeting, which Calista returned.A few minutes passed in silence, with Ranya enjoying himself between Anthony and Calista. Damian then walked into the suite and gladly sat beside Valerie, who had a slight smile on her cheeks.“So, Ranya, you got this place?” Anthony started. He had never called Ranya “brother” before. The thirty-one-year-old man seemed quite displeased with him until last night, when Ranya had asked him to dance with Signoral.“That’s what I said when I got here, right?” Ranya responded. “What are we having here? It would be good to celebrate.”Calista stared dismissively at Ranya’s sudden witty attitude. What in the universe had happened to the quiet man who barely said a word? Had Emily influenced him so much that he now talke
Calista picked up the glass of wine, staring at it for a while, deliberating whether she should let go of her ego and admit she wasn’t drinking, giving Ranya the satisfaction of feeling like the winner he wasn’t.“Calista?” Signoral called, watching her keenly. “We are waiting for you.”She ducked her head slightly, then shut her eyes and pushed the cup to her lips. With a gulp, she swallowed the contents and dropped the cup back onto the table.“Are you okay?” Anthony asked, bending to her level. Calista nodded and carried her gaze to Ranya, whose face bore a mocking smile.“Okay, I’m next,” Anthony said, picking up the empty bottle and rolling it. It turned to Signoral, who let out a slight chuckle.“Would you rather—”“I think the game is boring,” Calista cut in, causing everyone to stare as she coughed, trying to clear her hoarse voice.“I think so too,” Anthony supported, not liking that Calista was made to go through such a hard time all for a game.Ever since he met Ranya, he n
“You don’t mean that, Calista, do you?” her mother’s eager voice exclaimed over the call. “Emily is finally getting married? I thought she would have been married, seeing how you haven’t been able to reach her.”“Well, Mama, she’s getting married,” Calista replied, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying hard to focus on the conversation with her mother instead of thinking about Ranya.The conversation from last night refused to leave her head. No matter how much she tried to stop herself, her heart kept replaying his words.Could Ranya really want her back? Why? What about Emily? Why is he suddenly being loving?“I’m so glad you went on this journey with Anthony; you wouldn’t have known your best friend was to get married to Anthony’s brother. What a small world,” Mrs. MacQuoid said.“Well...” Calista murmured. “There are a lot of plot twists in this story, Mum.”There’s indeed a very big plot twist. Anthony is Mr. Lewiston’s son. How is she ever going to let that out of her mouth?Sh
“I’m sorry, Anthony,” Calista apologized, maintaining her distance. She shouldn’t have leaped out of bed like that, but she couldn’t help it. He kissed her when she wasn’t expecting it, and she had to react because of her conflicting feelings.“Calista, is there something wrong?” Anthony asked, puzzled, finally recovering from the shock. “You’re always so distant, and I can’t help wondering if I’ve offended you in any way.”“I’m sorry, Tony,” she pleaded again, keeping her distance. “I’m so sorry.”He stared at her for a while before finally getting up from the bed. After a moment of contemplation, he walked toward her. Calista tried everything within her to stay rooted to the spot, resisting the urge to step back as he approached.“It’s fine,” he said, noticing her struggles. “Are you intimidated by my brother’s hostile attitude toward you?”“Intimidated?” Calista scoffed, her expression changing to displeasure. “Ranya is the last person I would feel intimidated by.”Anthony furrowed
“On my way,” Ranya replied, walking out of his apartment.“Everyone is waiting, Ranya,” Damian said before ending the call.It was Wednesday night, the night his father had organized a final dinner for his send-off. It was the last day in Texas before moving fully to the White House in Washington. Damian had just called to remind him of the dinner party.The press had been publishing nothing but stories about his engagement. Sometimes he had to battle his way into his office through numerous paparazzi, trying to avoid any questions.As he closed his apartment door, a tiny piece of paper slipped to the ground.He furrowed his brow as he picked it up. Ranya might be the richest bachelor in Texas, but he led a very simple life. The only people with access to his room after Vivian left were Madam Danielle and two other domestic staff he hired to keep the apartment clean.He owned a large estate where he would need to hire many people to keep the house in order, but he loved his privacy, e
“I’m glad we get to travel like this again,” Emily said, walking with Calista to the terminal. She was wearing a slinky white dress and sunglasses.Calista smiled, pushing her little box of clothes. This time, she decided not to spend Anthony’s money since she had no intention of going out with him.Calista wore a sophisticated, flowy maxi dress, gracefully navigating the airport line as they stood in the not-so-long line for their papers to be verified.“Why did you choose to travel by plane when you could use the private jet?” Calista asked as she stood beside Emily in line.“Because I can’t now,” Emily replied. “It’s under maintenance, and we really can’t afford one at the moment. The company is going through a lot of crises as we speak.”“Really?” Calista asked, shocked. “I’m so sorry, dear. I had no idea.”“It’s fine. No one knows except you and my grandfather,” she replied, taking a step closer to the attendant. Calista followed suit, dragging her luggage with her.“You did not
“The aircraft is available, sir,” Greg announced the moment Ranya stepped out of his office into the reception area. Valerie followed closely, holding a work tablet.For a moment, Valerie stared at Mr. Windsor, shocked. Were they going somewhere far enough to warrant using his private jet? How come she wasn’t informed?“I don’t need it, Greg. Get the car ready,” Ranya replied.“But sir...” Greg tried to say, surprised that Ranya intended to go to Washington without the private jet.“Is the car ready?” he asked, interrupting Greg.“It is always available, sir,” Greg responded, and Ranya nodded, signifying that he could leave.Valerie finally found the time to talk to her boss. “Sir, where are we heading?”“Washington,” Ranya said, turning to her and smiling.“What for, sir?” Valerie asked, baffled.“What do you mean, Valerie?” he asked, furrowing his brow. “My wedding is happening in Washington.”“Okay, sir,” she replied, unable to understand her boss any longer. Ever since the lady re
Calista’s mouth fell open at the words she heard. Her heart stopped, and she felt a rush of conflicting emotions—shock, disbelief, and a pang of guilt. She stared at him, wide-eyed. “How can you say that?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You’re getting married to my best friend!”“I know it sounds impossible, but it’s the truth,” he said, pushing his hands closer to her. “I can’t explain it all right now, but I need you to believe me.”“Believe you?” she questioned, still finding it hard to grasp the words he was saying. “Believe you, Ranya?” She shook her head, disbelief overtaking her as she watched him mumble. “Ranya, this isn’t fair. To me, to Signoral, to anyone. You can’t just drop this on me and expect me to—”“I had to tell you,” he interrupted gently. “I couldn’t keep lying to myself. I love you, and I want to be with you.”“Shut up!” she roared, glaring at him. If he thinks he can buy his way into her heart with his words, then he better take a full course on being a jo