“ Do you, Sandra Rakes take this man to be your husband, to live
together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep
him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"
"I do." Sandra Rakes replied in a shaky voice. Although smiling, Marie rolled her eyes inwardly. Why Sandra kept acting like this was a real marriage was beyond her. God knows that she had tried to help her friend understand that her boss wasn't looking for love. He was looking for a wife for seven weeks.
"Repeat after me," the Notary was saying now as Marie tried to focus on the ceremony before her. Even though she knew the wedding was a sham, she wished desperately it was her in the white dress. That it was her getting married to Steven Kings. She wished she was the one who any moment from now would be kissed by Stevie.
She should be happy for her friend, Sandra. At least now Sandra would be able to get a studio apartment and set up her small business. When Marie has asked her why she was so desperate to marry Steven King, the billionaire in a super secret marriage, Sandra had laughed and said,
“ Duh, for the money!” And though Marie had laughed with her, she couldn't help feeling bad that her boss was being forced to get married. If she was being honest, she felt sorry for Sandra as well.
Marie didn't think anyone would willingly give up marrying for love.
“Earth to Marie.” Sandra said, coming to stand beside her and smiling.
“ You know, for someone who's married in name only, you look ecstatic.” Marie said, shooting her friend an amused glance.
“ Well, I'm thinking of all the money I've just made. And that little place that's about to become mine!”
“Congratulations, darling.” Marie hugged her friend tightly and stepped aside as Steven King approached.
Steven King was the Chief Executive Officer of Alden Kings Group.
It was one of the biggest advertising agencies operating in New York and had subsidiaries in seven states in the US, London and South Africa.
“Shall we go?” Steven said when he approached and Marie immediately understood and started to move outside the Notary office to the car. She shot an apologetic look at her friend Sandra who had thought her newlywed husband would at least ask her to lunch.
The drive back to the office was long and tensely quiet. Not that Steven ever had anything to say to Marie or that Marie was allowed to chatter in his presence either. Sometimes, Marie looked at Steven and feared that her secret was plastered all over her head.
The truth was that Marie loved working for him. He had high expectations of her, and didn't get in her way. With Steven King, once he paid you to do a job, he got out of the way. No micromanaging but there was no space for slack offs either. Although when Marie had first started to work for him, she had made tons of mistakes.
Ten years later, they had fallen into that easy rhythm of a couple who knew each other’s thoughts and completed each other’s sentences. Except they weren't a couple. No matter how much Marie wished he would look at her, Steven had never. And there was something she was hiding from him worse than the fact that she was in love with him. In fact if he ever found out, he would fire her in an instant.
Marie stole a glance at him now, taking in the gray suit he had chosen for his fake wedding and how well it suited him.
“Errr… Mr King?”
“ Marie… Don't start?” Steven said without even sparing a glance from his laptop.
“Apologies, Steven…” Marie said. He was always insisting that she called him by his first name. It was industry best practices he said, but Marie had never really felt comfortable doing so. The man had enough money to buy a small country, whereas she was just a girl from South Austin trying to create a life in New York.
“Yes?” Marie came to as she realized that Steven was looking at her.
“Errr, I just wanted to say congratulations on your wedding, Steven. Er, I hope you enjoy it…” Marie petered out at the look on his face and rubbed her arms. Why was he looking at her like that? She wasn't the one who held a gun at his head and forced him to marry anyone.
If anything, she had handled the whole affair well, scouring discreetly for anyone willing to be married in name only for seven weeks.
“Thank you. Would you also congratulate me during my divorce?”
Marie felt her face blow hot before she looked at Steven and found the sides of his mouth twitching. If he was going to be like that, why would she care? The sooner they got back to the office and informed their Japanese prospects of the new marriage development, the sooner her life could get back to normal.
“ So do you think they’ll buy it?” Steven asked her now.
“ I mean it's a stretch, Steven. It was so hushed up. There were no public announcements, no press, no engagement period. Just one day you're single, and the next you’re married.”
“Well, I hear you. But it's not like they said it to me directly. It's what my contacts said that the only thing between me and sealing this account was my being unmarried.”
“ Alright, keeping fingers crossed because this whole thing has been a nightmare.” Marie said before she could stop herself.
“Because?...”
Because I love you. You blockhead. But she dared not say anything. Steven could stand clumsiness, and mistakes but one thing he never pardoned was love. All the other secretaries who had made passes at him had been gone the next day. Grateful that Steven couldn't read her thoughts, Marie was about to say something when the sound of Steven’s phone ringing interrupted them.
“Steven.” He said and listened for a beat before hanging up.
“ Marie, how did that woman get my cell?”
“What woman?” Marie asked innocently, even though she had a hunch that he was talking about Sandra.
“You know who. Why does she have my cell?”
“Errr, well, she's your wife, Sir. I thought… maybe… anyway…” The objections in Marie's head wilted as she saw his face.
“Rules are rules. Marie…” Marie's face crumpled as she braced herself for more scolding when Steven’s phone rang again.
“Steven.”
“Uh huh. Yes, an intimate ceremony was most befitting as that was my wife's childhood dream. You see she's rather not interested in being in the public eye. Yes. Thank you very much for your kind wishes. Great, I'll be there tomorrow.”
From the large grin on Steven’s face, Marie could guess who had just called.
“Is it that Mr Kaito’s office?”
“Yes, we’ve been called for another meeting tomorrow.”
Marie smiled and then nodded in satisfaction. Their plan had worked! Taking her phone out of her bag, she texted her contact who had been waiting for an update on the deal.
“Get the hell out of bed, lazy ass and talk to me!” Marie rolled her eyes inwardly as Sandra pummeled her pillow.“What? The one day I get a day off and I can't catch any sleep. Sandra, what's with you?”“What do you think? I can't reach my husband! Wake up, it's an emergency.”“Okay, okay. I’m up.” Marie said as she held up her hands in mock surrender and then sat up slowly. Sandra plunked herself next to her and looked at her with worried eyes.“What's the issue?” Marie demanded.“ I can't get a hold of Mr King.” Sandra said, sounding close to tears.Marie looked at her friend and tried to assess if she was being serious. Before the wedding, Marie had warned her thoroughly not to develop any kinds of feelings for Mr King. It was a marriage-in-name only. Once the negotiations for the transfer of the Kazuko Inc. accounts to their agency was complete, the marriage would be over. “ Look, he’s probably off to a meeting somewhere. What's the matter? Haven't you been paid?”“ I have. But
The next couple of weeks went by quickly as more talks of negotiations took up both Marie and Steven’s time. Sandra on the other hand was only too glad to be enjoying her status as the wife of the billionaire. Apparently after dinner that night, Steven had barely said a word to her but tossed a platinum credit card to her and asked her to buy whatever she wanted. Sandra had gone wild and started shopping for all sorts of furniture and accessories for her apartment, she hadn't stopped there, she had even bought tons of designer purses and shoes as well. At first Marie had been worried but then Sandra had gotten red in the face and asked her if she knew the resale value of a Kate Spade purse and that it was all an investment. Then she had looked at Marie closely and said,“You're not jealous, are you? Marie. I thought you were over him?” To which Marie had replied and told her not to be silly and that she was just watching out for her friend.“ The man is a billionaire, Marie. And you
Steven King reclined in his seat, closed his eyes and placed his fatigued feet on the plush mahogany table in front of him. One reason he had chosen Alden King’s new headquarters to overlook the beach was so that the constant sloshing of the waves would calm him in times like this.The journey to acquiring the Kazoku Inc account had been riddled with more stress and with anxiety than he had had to face in a long time. After countless meetings and several pitch documents were presented, Steven had been stumped on why the deal was yet to come through. Until he had heard from his grapevine contacts that the owner of Kazoku Inc was only willing to do business with people who were married. At first, Steven had been livid about that kind of hogwash. How did being unmarried affect his ability to develop compelling ads and campaigns for the Kazoku Inc brands? Steven had been willing to abandon the whole process until his grandfather had laughed in his face and told him that he hadn't expect
“Who the hell does he think he is? Ignoring me, treating me like shit?” Sandra shouted in anger as she dabbed eye shadow on Marie’s left eye.“Hmm…” Marie said, already regretting coming to Sandra's house when she was still in such a foul mood. Truth was since Thursday when she had signed the divorce papers in Steven’s office, Sandra had been upset.“He’s such a monster, Marie. How do you cope? Married for seven weeks and he didn't even so much as hold my hand! Our last and only kiss was on our bloody wedding day!” Marie had long given up defending Steven and reminding Sandra that it was supposed to be marriage-in-name only because it only made Sandra get all prickly and accuse Marie of still being in love with Steven.“Why are you going through all this trouble anyway, Marie. Not like he's going to notice you and want you.”Sandra must have caught Marie's eyes in the mirror because she immediately tried to apologize.“Look, I just mean that you should be careful. See what I went thr
Even with a week's notice, Marie had handled the brief to execute the celebration party to perfection. One thing he could say about the girl was that she got her work done. There were so many things she handled the way he would. He glanced at her now, gulping what looked to be another glass of cocktail. Was she planning to get drunk tonight?Her eyes met his for a second before she looked away.What was up with her? Should he talk to her? Probably not. She had worked hard enough for him to cut her some slack. If she wanted to let her hair down, she deserved it.She was running her free hand through her thick curls now and throwing furtive glances in his direction. Maybe he should go to talk to her.What if she took it the wrong way? She looked so beautiful tonight that he knew she was feeling more self-conscious than she usually was.Several eyes had been fixated on her from the moment she had walked through the door in a backless satin dress. The Marie he knew was a lady who adored ca
Marie walked into her apartment and kicked off her heels. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it and let out the breath she had been holding.Steven King had dropped her off and told her he would decide what to do about her in the morning.Knots swirled her belly as his words rang in her mind. He had called it a little kiss. That little kiss was better than all the fantasies Marie had had since the day she realized she was falling in love with him.Lost in her reverie, Marie went through the motions of undressing, removing her makeup and putting her jewelry away. A little part of her heart couldn't believe she had actually kissed Steven King. She felt both excited and fearful at the same time.Should she tell Sandra? No, bad idea. Sandra wouldn't understand and Marie knew she would end up saying something that would hurt her. Her insides were trembling so much that she itched to tell someone.She was still lost in her unsettling thoughts when her phone beeped.It was Ald
Marie's fingers drummed on the steering wheel as she waited for the light to turn green. When it did, she honked to signal the driver in front of her.Where was his mind? As soon as he moved, Marie slid forward and tore across the road. The sooner she got to Alden Kings Inc., the better for her. A few moments later, the great white building loomed before her and she drove into the parking lot. As expected, only a few cars were littered around. How could a place she had been in over a thousand times in the last ten years make her so nervous?Trying to take a deep breath but failing, she sighed and unhooked her seat belt. Whatever was waiting for her in Steven King’s office wouldn't go away so she might as well face it.Dread shoved aside, Marie soaked in the peace and quiet. The usual hustle and bustle of people coming in and going out, and the normal office clatter was absent. She wished it could be like this every day but knew that was a tall dream.“I don't have all day, you know.
Steven watched as Marie scrambled about looking for a towel for him to dry his face with. Waiting for her to take her seat, he dabbed his face with the towel she offered.“Married?” Marie cried in a shrill voice.“Yes. Why not?’ He asked, raising his brows and narrowing his eyes at the look on her face. He knew a lot of women who would grab the chance in a heartbeat, but he also knew Marie wasn’t one of them. If he was being honest, he was asking her because he knew she had no interest whatsoever in marrying him and that she wouldn’t make a fuss when the charade had to end.“I don’t… I don’t know what to say…” Marie confessed in a shaky voice. Steven could see her feet trembling under the table. Was the prospect of a fake marriage so terrifying? Was there a boyfriend somewhere she was considering? It dawned on him that he had never asked about her personal life so he didn’t know. But Steven knew Marie wouldn’t have kissed him if she had a boyfriend regardless of any altruistic intenti
“What?” Steven asked in a voice so phony that everyone turned to stare at him.“Is that blood, uncle Steve? It is. There's blood on your shirt.”“Shhhhh, buddy. Don't make a big deal about it. I cut myself.”“You did? Cool! Let me see.” Rick exclaimed, as though he was being given front row tickets to a fun show.“Richard! Get back to class!”“But granny…”“Now!” Amelia boomed as a disgruntled Rick turned in his heel and headed towards the stairs, waving to Steven as he went.“You may want to get that cleaned up before leaving.” Alden said to him as he wheeled himself into his room.“Hand it to me.” Amelia said.“Oh? I didn't actually cut myself.”“I know. I’m not stupid. Alden keeps sneaking off in his wheelchair and I've seen some funny looking characters hanging around. I don't want to know what all this is about but I hope you're both not being stupid. And he's finally getting the exercise ”“Ah.” Steven replied as he took off his shirt and handed it to Amelia. He walked with Stev
Maybe it was the fact that the guy was a psychopath who had put his wife in a coma or the fact that he had such a punchable face but Steven didn't stop until Smith stopped laughing and started to cough.“Oh, I could go on for hours. I'm only just getting started.”“Kill me, please. I’d love to see how you get the answers you want.” Smith saidSteven snarled as he shook his knuckles.“Oh, make no mistake, Smith. You are going to die. You're going to pay for what you did to Cadence. I’ll make sure about that even if it's the last thing I do.”“I keep telling your stupid old man. I didn't kill Cadence Steele.”“The same way you didn't run my wife over?”“Exactly. I mean I know about it, make no mistake. But I neither authorized nor did it.”“You know what Smith, you're full of crap and I'm tired of doing this with you, so start talking. There's no use stalling too because you're not getting out of this till I'm satisfied.”“Look, I know you think I'm the one you’re looking for but I'm no
“What do you mean?”“I mean I've never seen you so affected by anything, Alden. Not even when your own son got into an accident.”Alden’s eyes hardened as he grunted.“That wasn't an accident. It was a stupid decision made by someone who should have known better.”Steven fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course Alden would say that about his father. Alden had never cut him any slack.“Right, but you're deflecting the question. Why do you act like she means so much to you? What's this about?”“The only person that can give you the answers you want us is your wife, Steven.”What did that mean? Was there something about Alden and Marie he didn't know?“I don't understand what you mean, Alden.”“Are you ready to leave now?” Alden asked, pushing his chair backwards as he averted his eyes from Steven. Steven sighed and walked ahead of his grandfather. It was funny that Alden would rather die than let Steven touch his wheelchair while he allowed Amelia to help him all the time. He also kn
“Where are you?”“Hello to you too, Alden.” Steven said as he honked at the driver in front of him. Did people drive with their brains turned off these days?“I'm at your house and Dr. Terence tells me you’re not here.” The accusation in his tone spoke volumes but Steven chose to ignore it.“If you’d let me know you were coming over, perhaps I may have been ready to receive you.” Steven answered in a cool tone.“When you asked for this leave, you did say it was so you could remain at your wife's side, not gallivant around town.”“What do you want, Alden?”“No, listen to me young man. You're the one who’ll get down here fast if you want to hear what I have to say.” He answered before hanging up the phone. Steven exhaled as he massaged his temple. The last thing he wanted was Alden sticking his nose into how he was caring for Marie. Twenty minutes later, he pulled into the house and headed to the room where Marie was. Alden was in conversation with Dr. Terrence and didn't notice at firs
Dr. Terrence met him outside Marie's room and was about to say something but Steven held up his hand to forestall any comment.“I need everyone to leave for a few moments.”“Okay, Mr.King but if I may…”“Now, please.” Steven repeated as frazzled nurses began filing out of the room. He wasn't sure if he could stomach any more bad news so whatever Dr. Terrence had to say would have to wait.Dr. Terrence nodded and exited the room. Steven looked down at Marie and smiled at her. Even in a coma, her beauty took his breath away.He let out a long sigh and sat beside her bed before taking her hand in his.“You know, for the past few weeks, Marie. I’ve been mad at myself. Thinking about where I went wrong and how I could have failed you so much.”He squeezed her hand and checked to see if there was any reaction on her face. Her eyes remained blank and unfocused as they had been.“I’ve been mad at myself for letting you go through so much pain. For the fact that you're stuck somewhere between
Steven's mind whirled with thoughts as he heard the sound of Zed Norton's car backing out of his driveway.He ran a hand through his hair as he thought about what had transpired between Sandra and him. How on earth was he going to explain this to Marie when she came out of the coma? He could just imagine the look on his face.“You know when you were stuck in a coma fighting for your life? Yeah well, I slept with your best friend. And I don't even remember doing it.”He let out another curse and Sarah tossed him a concerned glance. He let out a sigh and plunked into the chair.“Any special orders for lunch, Sir? The chef wants to know…” She askedThe thought of having any food right now made him want to puke. Whenever he closed his eyes, all he could see was Cadence lying in a pool of her own blood.“I'm not hungry, Sarah. I’ll head out and probably eat something.”“Okay, Sir. Do I make any provisions for Ms.Rakes?”“No, Ms. Rakes wouldn't be returning anymore.” Steven replied as she
“What are you doing?” Steven whispered as he jerked away from Sandra. His head was reeling from pain. Had she really kissed him?“Sorry. I don't know what happened…You looked so sad and I wasn't thinking.” She said as she abruptly got on her feet and cleared her plate. She grabbed the glass and was about to take the bottle of wine with her when Steven dragged it from her.“You can't drink the whole bottle, Steven.” She said in a quiet voice.“Get out.” He said, in a voice harsher than he intended. She glared at him for some seconds before wilting and walking out of the room.He took a swig of the bottle and sighed. Did she deserve such hostility from him for a mistake? She had only been trying to help him after all. It seemed all he was capable of these days was messing up on a grand scale. His actions kept hurting the people he called friends and family even when he didn't intend for them too. Tomorrow, he'd apologize for being bitchy to her. For now, he had only one thing on his min
“Thank you for calling me. I’ll drive him home. The last couple of weeks have been very hard with his wife being in a coma, you know.”Steven could hear Sandra talking to someone. He tried to remember calling her. Had he done that himself or had Tony called her? What time was it? She was looking at him now with something akin to disappointment on her face. Well, he didn't bloody care.“Come on, let's get you home.” She said, as she tried to help him to his feet. Steven chuckled as the both fell back on the leather seat. What was she thinking? That her tiny body could support his weight?“Is something funny, Steven King? You should be ashamed of yourself. You’re drunk. No one's been able to reach you all afternoon. James and Joanna left after breakfast and have been trying to get across to you. Your cell was switched off. And then I get a call that you're wasted in a bar!”“Arghhh. Stop talking in my face.” He mumbled. Her voice was beginning to give him a headache. He wasn't that drun
After Steven got off the call with the 911 operator, he thought about what to do next. He couldn't go home to Marie in this state, knowing that her suffering was caused by him. Nor was he in the mood to face either James or Joanna. He couldn't go to Alden's as that meant endless lectures he wasn't ready for. He knew the only thing likely to get him through the next couple of hours. He turned off his cell phone and drove off. Thirty minutes later, he parked outside Ziggler’s. The tiny, nondescript bar was exactly as he remembered it. He hesitated for a minute before heading in. He had promised James that he wasn't ever coming back here and for over ten years he had kept that promise. But there was no turning back now. A woman was dead because of him, another was in a coma fighting for her life. He needed this, if only for a few minutes. He opened the door, alighted and walked in before he could lose courage. Inside the tiny bar was exactly as he remembered it. How long since he had sat