"Miss Hamilton," Penelope called, walking briskly towards Signoral, who stood staring at her reflection in the mirror."I don't want to hear anything work-related, Penelope. It's my engagement tonight," she warned, dismissing the ladies helping her with her looks."Miss Calista is at the event," Penelope announced, standing a foot away from her boss. "We haven't been checking up on her lately, assuming she's okay, moving on with her life in California, but she's here.""What?" Signoral asked, standing up abruptly. "Why?""She's friends with Mr. Anthony, Mr. Windsor's younger brother, and I think he invited her to the party."Signoral clenched her fist, trying not to vent her resentment. "What in the universe is she doing back here when she can stick her ass back in Los Angeles?""Is she a threat?" Penelope asked, her hands rigidly clasped behind her back.Signoral smiled. "Vivian said she might be, but I'm very sure Ranya doesn't want her. If he did, he wouldn't have sent her away the
Calista slipped away, unable to bear the urge to be alone. Everything seemed out of place. How is Emily a Hamilton? How could she have been so oblivious to the truth about her best friend?Calista walked away, seeking refuge where she believed she could gather her thoughts without intrusion. Her footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway as she made her way to the house, following Anthonyโs directions. She soon located the visitorโs restroom and slipped inside, shutting the door gently behind her.Emily knew all along that he was her betrothed, yet she even helped her secure an appointment four years ago. Calista placed her hands on the basin, her eyes glued to her reflection. How on earth is she to face Emily, knowing fully well she had been sleeping with Ranya for the past three years they had been together?She needed to see Emily and explain. She needed to let her know she had no idea Ranya was the betrothed she had always talked about.โI love him,โ Emilyโs words echoed back to her. S
โMay I?โ Anthony asked, extending his hand toward Signoral for a dance. She smiled and accepted his hand, allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.โYou look really amazing tonight, Miss Hamilton,โ he complimented as they began to dance. โI understand couples usually have the first dance, but I guess my brother isnโt one to play by the rules.โSignoral nodded, her eyes scanning the vicinity for Ranya. He should be near his father or her grandfather, but he was nowhere to be found.โItโs my pleasure to share the dance floor with you too,โ she replied, turning gracefully and resting her fingers on the back of his head. โRanya and I already had our first dance.โAs they turned again, she searched the crowd for Ranya or Calista but saw no sign of either. โYour girlfriendโwasnโt she the lady you were standing with a while ago?โโOh,โ he blurted, bowing as the song ended. โWhat makes you think sheโs my girlfriend?โโYour mom,โ Signoral announced as they walked off the dance floor. She ne
โCalista?โ Emily pouted, causing her to nod in acceptance.โI need to tell my parents. I bet they will really love to attend your wedding with me. Willie sends her regards anyway,โ she replied, walking out of the garden with Emily as they approached the buzzing vicinity that held her engagement party.โYou wonโt ask me why I kept my real identity from you?โ Emily asked, slightly staring at Calista, whose face was more calm than the last time they were in the garden. Maybe sheโs not a threat yet, but thereโs no way she will let her guard down. Reason she invited her to the White House with her. She was going to watch them closely and have reasons to eliminate Calista for good, since Ranya by now knew she had been hiding in California.โI believe we have lots of time together to ask more of these questions because, Em, you have a lot of explaining to do,โ Calista replied. โI was shocked you were Ranyaโs betrothed, more shocked that he is Lewistonโs first son, and extremely shocked to kn
โWhat? Really?โ Anthony asked, shocked by her response. She rolled her eyes, nearly provoking an outburst from him.Unable to contain his joy, he grabbed her, lifted her off the dance floor, and spun her around, attracting stares from the other dancers, including Ranya.Calista laughed. It sounded genuine, but deep down, she hated having to say yes to Anthony just to get Ranya off her back. She hoped that, in time, she would learn to love Anthony as much as he loved her.โYouโre causing a scene, Anthony,โ she beamed, her smile radiant, while her insides churned with chaos and turmoil.โI donโt care, Cal. I donโt care,โ he said amidst laughter. His smile was capable of melting the coldest hearts, but only if she truly wanted to be with him.He dragged her down the stage, and for some reason, Calista was prompted to look back at Ranya, who wore a smug smile of โI told you so.โ She hissed and wished she had slapped him harder in the washroom earlier.She turned back and walked with Antho
โYouโll agree with me that Anthonyโs girlfriend is a beauty,โ Damian said from across Ranya, munching on the pizza they had brought to Ranyaโs home.He was already clad in Ranyaโs clothes. โWhy are you telling me that?โ Ranya asked, annoyed. This was why he didnโt want Damian around. Heโs a pain in the ass.โYou were ogling at her, too. I saw you continuously glaring at the pretty woman,โ Damian continued, ignoring Ranyaโs displeased snort.โGo to bed now and leave me to do my work,โ Ranya replied, picking up his laptop.โHer name is Calista; did you know that?โ Damian persisted. โHow can your brotherโs girlfriend have the same name as the young lady you were looking for, huh?โโI will not tell you again, Damian. Go to bed now, or I will be forced to push you out of my space tonight.โโIโm only trying to talk to you, seeing as you might need company.โโI donโt need your company. Go to bed now.โDamian sighed and stood up from the sofa, prepared to leave Ranya to his work, when his pho
Ranya couldnโt concentrate in court. The McCarthy case, a high-profile one he had taken on, seemed more challenging than usual as his thoughts kept drifting to Calista.Valerie walked behind him as he made his way out of the courtroom. โYou seemed distant today, Mr. Windsor,โ she noted, keeping pace with him. โDo you need anything?โโNo,โ Ranya responded simply. Aside from Damianโs incessant nagging disrupting his focus, he hadnโt been able to fully concentrate. It was past eleven, and Damian hadnโt checked in since they both left home early that morning.Auntie Maria had called, knowing Damian was with him, and asked him to drop by her place. She wanted to see him.โDo I have any other appointments today?โ he asked Valerie.She glanced at the work tablet in her hands. โYes. You have an appointment with Mr. Giordano.โโWhatโs his case?โ Ranya asked, waiting for Greg, who quickly opened the car door for him. He entered the car, and Valerie followed suit.โHis shares were unlawfully wit
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.โSo, Ranya, you got this place?โ Anthony started. He had never called Ranya โbrotherโ before. The thirty-one-year-old man seemed quite displeased with him until last night, when Ranya had asked him to dance with Signoral.โThatโs what I said when I got here, right?โ Ranya responded. โWhat are we having here? It would be good to celebrate.โCalista stared dismissively at Ranyaโs 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
The hospital buzzed with urgency as medics wheeled Calista into the emergency room. Tubes snaked across her fragile body, her face pale and lifeless. The doctor barked orders to his team, his voice sharp with authority.โSheโs in critical condition! We need to stabilize her heart!โRanya stood frozen in the hallway, his hands trembling as they clutched the edges of his blood-streaked jacket. His throat burned from inhaling smoke, but the agony in his chest far outweighed the physical pain. He paced, his eyes darting to the operating roomโs red light. Every second felt like an eternity.When the doctor emerged, his face grim, Ranya rushed toward him, gripping his coat. โSave her!โ His voice cracked, raw with desperation. โDo whatever it takes. Iโll pay any amount, give up anythingโjust save her!โThe doctor placed a firm hand on Ranyaโs shoulder. โWeโll do our best, but her heart is weak. Sheโs on life support now. The next 24 hours are critical.โRanya staggered back, the weight of th
Ranya gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with tension as he pushed the car to its limits. The tires screeched on the asphalt, leaving behind faint trails of smoke as the vehicle hurtled through the deserted road.His heart pounded violently against his ribcage, every beat a painful reminder of the urgency that gripped him. The image of Calistaโs face - her laughter, her warmth - flashed before him. He gritted his teeth, muttering to himself.โHold on, Calista. Hold on for me,โ he whispered, his voice a mix of desperation and determination.Lynnโs voice crackled in his earpiece, updating him on the location. โBoss, the building is fully engulfed. Be careful.โโCareful?โ Ranya barked back. โSheโs in there, Lynn! Do you understand what that means?โLynnโs silence was answer enough. Ranyaโs foot pressed harder on the gas pedal as he weaved through traffic. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios. Was she alive? Was she trapped, crying out for him? The thought of her s
The whole crowd stirred the moment the old man spoke up, his voice reverberating through the grand hall. Chairman Hamilton, with trembling hands, pointed toward Signoral, his face etched with desperation. โTell me now!โ he rasped, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. โWhat did you do to my Allen?โAllen had always come to him in dreams, begging him to remember. Yet he would wake up to find his mind a blank slateโunable to recall anything.The guests murmured among themselves; the atmosphere turning electric. Whispers of confusion, disbelief, and anticipation rippled through the sea of faces.Signoralโs face turned pale, but she forced herself to remain composed. Clutching Ranyaโs arm, her nails dug into his skin as she hissed under her breath, โIgnore him. Letโs finish this wedding. Now.โRanya shoved her hands away and turned to her with a smirk that didnโt reach his eyes. โAfraid to lose, Signoral?โ he asked mockingly, his lips twitching as he pressed a small button on his earpiece. โLy
The wedding took place in the sprawling outdoors of a luxurious estate in Texas. Guests from across the globe - politicians, business moguls, and celebrities - graced the event. Despite the short notice, the wedding was a spectacle of grandeur. Ornate decorations, pristine floral arrangements, and the soft hum of a live orchestra created an enchanting ambiance. Ranya stood at the altar, his tailored suit exuding elegance, but beneath the surface, a storm of emotions churned. Worry for Calista tightened his chest with every passing moment. He fought to maintain his stoic facade, yet memories of his promises, and the potential consequences of this unionโhaunted him. Thoughts of Calista filled his mind: her smile, her trust, and the despair she must have felt. His hands, clasped tightly in front of him, trembled imperceptibly, a stark contrast to the composed image he projected. With every glance toward the arriving guests, the whispers of his conscience grew louder, questioning h
Signoral stood in front of the full-length mirror, her reflection a striking vision of elegance. Her white gown, meticulously crafted with intricate lace and shimmering beads, hugged her figure as though it had been made for her alone. Penelope and a small team of stylists hovered around her, making final adjustments to her veil and train. The air felt stiff, not just from the preparations, but from Signoral's brewing thoughts. She couldn't help but feel something was wrong. But she had made Penelope check over and over for any sign of leakage whatsoever. Charlotte, too, had seemed to be in good health, but she hadn't wanted to take any chances. That was why she had wired a lot of money to her, with stern warnings that she had to disappear for good this time. Her phone buzzed on the vanity table, drawing her attention. She picked it up, glanced at the caller ID, and swiped to answer. Charlotte's voice came through, sharp and accusatory. Talk of the devil. "Signoral," Charlott
The following morning, preparations for the wedding were in full swing. All of America buzzed with shock at the whirlwind announcement of Ranya and Signoral's wedding. Speculations ran wild, and everyone had an opinion about the sudden turn of events. Some believed Ranya was erratic, incapable of making rational decisions. Others celebrated, claiming that Signoral had finally secured her rightful place by his side. Meanwhile, a considerable number expressed disappointment, having grown fond of Calista and rooting for her relationship with Ranya. The media frenzy was unparalleled. Paparazzi and journalists flocked to both the Lewiston Estate and Signoral's residence, hoping for an exclusive statement from either of them. As expected, Signoral basked in the attention, offering vague yet tantalizing comments to reporters. Ranya, however, maintained a strict low profile, refusing to entertain any questions. Five hours before the open-air weddingโthe most talked about in Americaโthe
Washington, D.C."Did you do as I instructed?" Mr. Lewiston's voice emerged quietly, his hands working diligently on his laptop as he screened through the files the caller had sent him. "Yes, sir," came the composed reply of a woman from the other end of the call. "I sent you every single detail, including the supplements injected into his system. I had one of my men verify the dataโitโs accurate." "And the real heiress?" Mr. Lewiston asked, his tone dropping lower. There was a brief pause before she responded. "She was spotted in China, sir, with your sister," she said, hesitating slightly. "But the authorities were already looking for her. I was about to make provisions to get her out, but they're out already... Mr. Windsor used his jet to take them out. They're on their way to Texas as we speak." "Good work, Rena," he said, leaning back in his chair as he moved his fingers away from the keyboard. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk while he processed the inform
Calista sat in the dimly lit room, her arms wrapped around the chair as the evening deepened into night. Anthony sat across from her, his expression torn between guilt and frustration as they both stared at nothing in silence. Signoral's guards loomed near the door, their presence a constant reminder of her captivity. Calista glanced at Anthony, her annoyance simmering beneath the surface. "Why?" she asked, her voice low and angry. Anthony raised his head and turned to her. Bruises marred his body from the beating. "Why what?" Calista turned away, her chest tightening. She couldn't shake her growing resentment toward Ranya. He hadn't even tried to reach out or threaten Signoral on her behalf. Did he even care if she was okay? He had told her the night before that he couldnโt breathe if she wasnโt nearโฆ but he sounded like someone who had enough oxygen to last him forever, even without her by his side. Her mind drifted to Signoralโs earlier words after she had ended Ranyaโs
โThe wedding wouldn't be held in Washington as I promised. We will have it here." Ranya ended the call with Signoral, his jaw tightening as the anger he had bottled up turned into weariness. The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes on him. Damian, Valerie, Lena, and Lynn exchanged wary glances, their expressions a mixture of concern and disbelief. "You didn't ask if she was doing okayโฆ" Mr. MacQuoid's voice broke the silence. He couldn't help himself. His daughter was being held captive by someone who used to be her best friend. Ranya glanced at Mr. MacQuoid, knowing the man felt guilty and was beating himself up over Calista's kidnapping. Perhaps if he hadn't called her to talk about leaving Ranya, things wouldn't have escalated the way they had. "No," Ranya replied curtly, shoving the anger and worry aside. "Hearing her voice will only make me do nasty things I'd definitely regret." And that was the truth. He wouldn't be able to bear it if her voice betrayed any uneasin