The knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts, and I turned toward it, already knowing who it would be. I tried the knob again, only to remember it was still locked. I sighed, ready to ask Ivan for the keys, but when I turned, he was standing right beside me, so close I almost lost my breath.“Uh...” I mumbled, my eyes trailing down to his torso, instantly reminded that he was still shirtless. The fact that I always felt awkward and tongue-tied whenever he was near was painfully obvious. Ivan wore a smirk, clearly enjoying how flustered I was. He knew exactly how he made me feel, and my face heated up in embarrassment. How much longer would I let my words get stuck in my throat whenever he was around? Without a word, he reached over and unlocked the door, pulling me even closer, his arm wrapping around me as the door creaked open.I found myself pressed against his bare chest, the side of my face brushing against his skin. Standing on the other side of the door was Isabel, her eye
“I didn’t ask for this,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “You think I want to be part of this ridiculous game? If it were up to me, I’d be gone in a second. But I have a role to play, just like you do.” Isabel’s eyes flared with anger, but I caught a flicker of uncertainty beneath the surface. She wasn’t used to being challenged, especially by me. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy the attention,” she snapped. “I see the way you look at him. You like the idea of being his wife, even if it’s all fake.” Her words stung, but I stood my ground. Maybe there was some truth to what she was saying. Maybe part of me did get caught up in the idea of being with Ivan, even though I knew deep down it wasn’t real. But I wasn’t about to let her twist that into something ugly. “You’re wrong,” I said firmly. “I’m not here for Ivan. I’m not here for any of this. I agreed to the marriage because it was part of the deal, but that’s it. So if you have a problem with the situation, take it up w
“Then we shall proceed with the preparations as planned,” the woman sitting next to Mrs. Carlos said, her voice calm and composed, as if nothing had just happened. I watched Ivan walk away, leaving me to drown in the weight of it all. Everything was starting to suffocate me, and the worst part was that I couldn’t do anything about it.“What if I don’t want any of this?” I asked, dropping my hands to my sides in frustration.Mrs. Carlos clicked her tongue, rising from her seat with an air of ownership. “Veronica, it doesn’t seem like you can back out now,” she said, her tone almost mocking. “It’s no longer a favor. I’ve paid the six million dollars your mother and I agreed upon, not to mention the money Ivan gave your friends. You owe us more than what we’re asking of you.”The floor seemed to fall out from beneath me, the weight of her words sinking deeper into my chest. Six million dollars? My mother had sold me into this? And my friends… they had taken money too? Betrayal flooded my
"Cage," he scoffed, tasting the word like it left a bitter aftertaste. We both stood in the hallway, his expression unreadable. "If my mother makes you feel trapped, that's on her, not me."I rolled my eyes at his relentless arrogance and started walking away. All I wanted at that moment was to get some fresh air, to escape from everything, especially him."Why are you playing hard to get?" he shouted after me, his voice echoing down the hall. I froze mid-step and slowly turned back to him. "It's not like you don't love me," he continued, a smug grin curling on his lips. "We both know you're dying to tell me how you feel."A cold chill crept up my spine. Part of what Ivan said was true, but admitting it felt like surrendering. I had crushed on Ivan Carlos since I was young, fantasizing about moments just like this—moments where I could finally confess my feelings to him. But I never thought it would be under these circumstances, and I certainly didn’t expect it to feel this... wrong.
Like a fire igniting into a serious flame, the club erupted into chaos. Phones flashed as everyone captured the moment, pictures, videos, turning the place into a stage, and me, the unwilling star. Emma’s guilty look pierced through the madness, a silent acknowledgment that I had gone too far. How had I ever thought I could have a normal life?The bodyguards quickly pulled me toward the exit as Mara and Tonia exchanged glances with Emma, their mocking smiles still in place. I wasn’t fully aware of the gravity of the situation until the car door closed behind me, sealing me inside. That’s when it hit me.People outside the club were still taking pictures and videos, their phones raised even as I sat in the car. The shouting grew louder, and before I knew it, paparazzi, who must have appeared out of nowhere, were pounding on the windows, trying to get me to respond. Their voices were muffled behind the glass, but I could still hear their demands for a statement, for a reaction. I presse
The moment I opened the door, Ivan walked in and headed straight for the bed, tapping it softly with his hand.“So, this is where you come when you want to get away from me,” he said, looking up to meet my gaze. His boyish charm made me look away, my cheeks betraying me.“What are you doing here?” I asked sternly, still refusing to face him.“Veronica,” he stood up and stepped closer, closing the distance between us. “Why do you make me feel like this is all torture? Do you have any idea what I’m willing to do just to be with you?”I rolled my eyes at his behaviors, but he grabbed my arm, pulling me nearer. “What if we have some alone time and recreate the first night all of this started?”I scoffed. “Quit the act, Mr. Carlos. I’m not falling for it.”He held me tighter, his face only an inch from mine. “Very funny, Veronica Lena Carlisle.”My eyes widened at the sound of my full name. No one had called me that since my dad. “How’d you know that?” I mumbled, still in shock.He arched
“It’s obvious, Veronica has no shame. How could she do that and tarnish Ivan Carlos’ reputation?” one of Ivan’s fans said with a deep frown. “I wish Ivan hadn’t chosen to marry someone like her.” I gently placed my phone on the couch and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. But before I could relax, it started buzzing again. I glanced down to see who was calling. Emma. I rolled my eyes, and the anger from the club rushed back. I wanted to toss my phone into the dirty laundry hamper, but on second thought, I picked it up and answered. “Vera, I’m sorry,” Emma said the moment I put the phone to my ear. “I’m sorry about everything.” “Yeah, right. Like that’s going to change anything,” I said, rolling my eyes in disgust. “It’s not going to change a damn thing.” “I swear, I still feel horrible about what happened. I didn’t know Mara and Tonia took the money from Ivan. I was drunk when—” “You don’t need to explain anything, Emma. This whole situation is decided. This is my fucki
"Ma’am, the dress is ready," the maid’s voice broke into my thoughts. I turned to see her holding up a sleek, black gown, elegant and understated, the kind of thing that screamed class without trying too hard. I took a deep breath and moved toward her, running my fingers over the fabric. "It’s beautiful," I said quietly, though it felt distant, like the words were someone else’s.She smiled, handing me the dress. "Let’s get you into this, and I’ll work on your hair after."I nodded, taking the dress into the adjoining room to change. As I slipped into the gown, I felt the weight of the moment pressing down harder. This interview wasn’t just a public appearance—it was my introduction to the world as Ivan’s wife. Every question they’d ask, every look they’d give, it would all be scrutinized, analyzed, and dissected. My life wasn’t just my own anymore. It belonged to the tabloids, to the gossip columns, to the endless sea of curious eyes.I returned to the vanity, sitting down in front