RYAN'S POV I was seething with rage internally as I tried to see Kaia off. "Ryan you have to reconsider your decision." She reached out a hand and stopped me by the arm the moment we arrived at the in-house lobby at the ground floor. Through the large top to bottom glass windows, it was easy to stare outside and clearly see the activities going on in the large, well structured yard. I inhaled sharply and she sighed softly before she continued. "You know, you can't avoid it forever. Not when the Rivers' bloodline runs through your veins." "I thought I already made my decision clear enough, Kaia. You should know me by now. I'm not welcomed there, so why should I bother?" I said through gritted teeth and clenched fists. If not because it's Kaia, my only dearest cousin and only real family to me now, as far as I'm concerned _ my kids aside of course_ I would have long thrown her out of my house. "Of course, I know all of that. But you have to endure this much for the sa
ANITA'S POV "Thank you," I muttered to the waitress as she served my third glass of Pimm's cup. She was looking at me curiously and I had to stylishly adjust my huge dark sunglasses and pull the baggie hoodie over my head even more. I couldn't afford to let her discover my identity. I took a sip from my drink and impatiently glanced at my wristwatch for the umpteenth time. I needed to see this person and be out of here as soon as possible. I couldn't sit still, and he was running really late. Another episode with those god-damned reporters was certainly not a welcomed idea to me at the moment. This was the only café in the city I knew would be difficult for them to find me. It was unpopular even though it was located downtown and Kristen had insisted I could have a smooth meeting with Mr. Rivers here. He seemed like the only one who might be able to rescue my falling career and stop me from reaching rock bottom permanently. In Kristen's words; 'Ms. Richardson,
*Few days ago* RYAN'S POV I sighed as I stared at the divorce document on my desk once again. *Divorce agreement between Yun Blake and Ryan Rivers.* My fingers caressed the part of the paper where her name was, while her words to me few days ago after I had signed the documents, reoccurred to me. "Ryan, it's important I leave. But as you've pleaded, I would stay a little while until you've accomplished the task you must carry out as your father's son. Afterwards, I would leave." Yun had said to me. We were married for six years, she was only twenty one at that time, and her career as an actress had only just began. We'd met at a gala seven years ago, fallen in love and had gotten married one year after. However, our relationship and marriage had been a private one only known to our close friends and family, because Yun wanted it that way. Because she was married to me, Yun had given up a part of her dream just to be with me. She had gotten pregnant few months after w
*Few days ago.*RYAN'S POV "So you checked and she had really left by herself?" Milton, my friend asked, as he poured me another glass of beer. I was at his hotel, Atlantis Hotel, a five-star hotel in New York City. And we were in a private bar at the top floor. "Yes," I muttered groggily, downing the content of my glass. My attempts to meet up with Yun at the airport proved futile. Her flight had just took off the moment I had arrived. On my way to the airport, Jose had sent me the CCTV footage which proved that she indeed left our home on her own. With tears in my eyes, I had driven down to see my friend. I had to talk to someone or I might really lose my mind. And Milton was the one friend I could trust with any personal information about myself. "This is serious." He sighed. "What are you going to do now concerning the chairman's will?" "Mil, I really...I really don't know. I just want Yun back to me. I k-know I...I shouldn't hold her back against her wish. That's
*Present day*ANITA'S POV "You can pull down your hood and take off your glasses if you want. We are alone now." Mr. Rivers said. I stared around the vicinity we were now in. It was a grand, private cafe, located at the top floor of Opulence Entertainment building. Perhaps just him and a few of his top celebrities have access to it. Or maybe, just him. Aside from the lady at the counter, who had also just walked out, we were all alone truly, with zero reporters in sight. One thing I'm extremely grateful for. "Alright," I said before taking off my sunshade and pulling down my hood, letting my long wavy brunette hair fall freely down my back. After the commotion at the cafe downtown the city, when Mr. Rivers had declared that I was his wife - which was a very ridiculous thing to say by the way - he had informed the reporters that he was the one who had been with me that night and had urged the reporters to stop trolling me and disregard all previous misinformations about
RYAN'S POV I sighed as I stood up from the floor and stared after her retreating figure. I almost couldn't believe I had knelt down to beg her to be my substitute. Well, considering what I already found out about her, it would be crazy of me to think she would easily accept this deal. A few moments after she was gone, I walked out of the private cafe and into the hallway that led to my office. Several employees greeted me as I walked past and some made comments as well. "Mr. Rivers, congratulations on announcing your marriage with Ms. Richardson." "Yes. We your employees always assumed you were married but we never knew who your wife was. It is amazing that you have allowed the public know about her now." "You guys look good together." "Of course. Anita Richardson is a beautiful and top model. She fits perfectly with Mr. Rivers' image." "Thank you everyone." I said, faking a smile at them. "This doesn't mean we should slack off our respective duties, alright?
ANITA'S POV "So, you turned down his offer." Kristen said as she lowered the steamy pot of ramen she had just made on my dining table. "Yeah, I did." I sighed and packed my hair up in a bun, pulling out a chair afterwards and sitting down as she began to serve mine from the pot. "Don't you also think it was ridiculous of him to request that?" I asked. "It really was," she pushed a strand of her short black hair from her face and slurped ramen into her mouth from her own bowl. Five years ago, when I returned to New York City, Kristen had found me, got me signed with her agency; Starlight Entertainment, and turned me into the famous, successful model I was today. Over the years, we had bonded well. I became fond of her and she of me. And our relationship exceeded that of just a manager and an artist, into something sort of a friendship and sisterhood alliance. There was nothing about me she wasn't aware of. "Right?" I said between mouthful and she nodded. "Of cours
ANITA'S POV It was late at night already as I tried to sneak a peak at the intercom to see if the reporters were still out front. They had camped at the entrance of my apartment all day. By now, it's possible that they would be tired and retired for the day at least. It was already past 10pm now. Someone had rang the doorbell outside so I went to take a look, hoping it wasn't the reporters again. I mean, they had been relentless in ringing my doorbell all day. I couldn't even sleep or do anything without the sound of the doorbell interrupting me. At a point, I had to put on my soundproof earphones while I stuffed my face with ramen all day and watched some movies as well. However, I haven't heard anything from Opulence Entertainment all day. At least, unlike I had assumed, Ryan wasn't using this to pester me to become a substitute wife for him. Still, I couldn't help but wonder, how could he have been quiet all day? I don't have his contact but he definitely knew