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
“What do you mean by that?” Signoral asked as everyone turned to stare at Ranya.He shrugged, not wanting to cause further speculation that might implicate Calista. “Why share a room when there’s enough space to go around?” he asked, disliking the idea of Calista being in the same room with Anthony.Calista remained silent, unhappy with the arrangement of having to share a bed with Anthony.“Well...” Signoral started as they walked alongside Damian, Ranya, Anthony, and Valerie into the elevator.“The residence only has 16 rooms,” one of the workers said, walking alongside them and pressing the button. “It won’t be enough, considering the number of people attending.”“We can lodge at a hotel. Damian, Anthony, and I will,” Ranya suggested again, causing Signoral to frown slightly.“If that’s what you want, sir, we can actually place the men in separate rooms,” the worker repeated. She seemed too finely dressed to be a domestic worker, hinting at a different role.“Perfect,” Damian said
Her body surged with adrenaline as his lips met hers, leaving Calista stunned and motionless, her eyes wide with shock.He isn’t kissing her now, is he?She felt a rush of sweetness as he kissed her, a sensation she had never experienced with him before. Her legs trembled at the unexpected gesture.Ranya’s lips on hers felt like a shockwave. Calista’s mind went blank for a moment, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. As much as she wanted to resist, there was something magnetic about the way he held her—the heat of his body pressing against hers. But the reality of the situation crashed over her like an icy wave. She pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps.“Stop!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with anger and confusion. She stumbled back a few steps, her fingers brushing against her lips where his kiss still lingered. “What do you think you’re doing?”Ranya took a step towards her, his eyes softening with a mixture of victory and determin
“Ranya,” Damian called, walking briskly towards him. Ranya wore a displeased expression, glaring angrily at Damian for his untimely interruption.If he had known it was Damian, he wouldn’t have stopped, and now he had lost Calista. As much as he wanted to stop chasing after her, he couldn’t seem to breathe when she wasn’t near him.“Goodness, Ranya, you walk so fast I can hardly keep up with you.”“And what in the world is your problem?” Ranya asked, gritting his teeth as he marched angrily towards Damian.“My God, chill, man,” Damian said, raising his hands in defense while stepping backward, trying to escape Ranya’s hateful glare. “You’ve been acting so impulsively lately; I just had to call you to order.”Ranya stopped abruptly, raising an eyebrow at Damian’s comment. If chasing the woman he wanted so badly was impulsive, then he wouldn’t mind doing it over and over.“Whatever I do, Damian, is none of your business!”“Do you want to cause a rift between two friends?” Damian asked c
“The Oval Office is located on the outskirts of the building. It faces the Rose Garden, one of the most peaceful and beautiful gardens in the White House.”The tour guide’s voice seemed to fade with each passing minute as Signoral struggled to concentrate.Ranya was no longer with them, nor was Damian. Signoral’s phone beeped, indicating a message. She clicked on it.Penelope had sent her a file about the car she intended to gift Mr. Lewiston for his election success.Signoral stepped away from the group to a quieter area and placed a call. Penelope picked up on the first ring.“When will it be in Washington?” Signoral asked as soon as Penelope answered. “The ceremony is in two days, and I need him to have it that night. Everyone must know I’m not with Ranya for the money.”“Tomorrow, ma’am,” Penelope replied. “It will be on the move as soon as you sign the documents.”“Okay,” Signoral replied, walking further away. “Is there something else you wanted to say?” She knew Penelope wouldn
Her phone had beeped several times, and it had rung even more, but Calista’s thoughts were too crowded to bring herself to pick it up.She sat in the café, gazing at her half-empty cup of coffee. The noise of the bustling café filled the air, a stark contrast to the chaos in her mind. She absentmindedly stirred the coffee, mesmerized by the swirling patterns, but the warmth offered little comfort to her frayed nerves.Her mind kept drifting back to the events from a few hours ago. She was still in shock at the sheer intensity of Ranya’s anger. She had never seen him in such a state before, and it baffled her. The memory of how he had almost reached out to wipe her tears sent her heart racing again. Emily must be really sad right now, she thought.Calista sighed deeply. She had spent the last few days avoiding any direct contact with Ranya, trying to process the whirlwind of events that had thrown her life into chaos.Her phone vibrated on the table. This time, she reached for it, her
Ranya’s voice sliced through the tension, his eyes fixed on Calista as he approached. The hallway felt like it was closing in on them.As Anthony watched Ranya walk towards them, he couldn’t help but ponder the words Signoral had shared with him. Could it be true? He couldn’t believe that his brother would have such cruel intentions toward Calista. Now he understood why she had always been so edgy around Ranya.“Do you really believe that sharing a room with our partners will fix this situation?” Ranya’s voice was firm, clearly showing his disapproval.“Why?” Anthony found himself asking. He loved Calista with everything inside him. He had reshaped his entire life because of her. His past wasn’t something he ever wished for her to find out about. “Is solving a mess a good enough reason to want to be in close quarters with the person you claim to love?”His brother might be trying to take her away, but he wouldn’t let that happen.Ranya’s voice was sharp and angry as he walked closer t
When Anthony stepped out to answer his call, Signoral’s phone rang as well, leaving Calista and Ranya alone in the room.Calista immediately turned to go, not wanting to be in the same space with Ranya, but he grabbed her wrist, causing her to glare at him as she struggled to free herself.“Calista, wait,” Ranya ordered, holding her firmly. Her eyes darted around, checking to see if anyone was watching.“What do you want, Ranya?” she groaned, her voice laced with anger.“You know what I want,” he replied, pulling her closer.“You’re not doing this here, are you?” she asked, alarmed by his sudden move. “Your actions only make me suspect you more.”A slight grin appeared on his face. “If you don’t listen to me, I’ll continue to raise more suspicions.”She raised her eyes to meet him. Despite everything, his perfectly built face and his sweet scent invaded her senses.“Anthony and Emily could walk in on us any minute,” she breathed out, leaning back to avoid looking at his lips. It was h