Sandra sneered in her heart. That she wanted them to get married did not mean that she wanted Maeve to look her best. She had a cheap but attractive wedding gown waiting for the latter and never thought to let Dylan know about it. “She hasn’t chosen her gown yet and because of what happened at the party, I don’t know how to reach her,” Sandra complained, Dylan shook his head and said directly, “You should not have done something like that. It was obvious from the beginning that it was all a step up.” He could not believe that Sandra put up something so shallow. “Well, I’m not going to play any more pranks until after the wedding but you should get her to come and shop, so we get some money,” Sandra said over the line. The last time she saw Dylan was at the party and even at that moment, she was speaking to him from her apartment. It was so annoying to her that she had to be far from her man because of Maeve but thinking about the reward, it was all worth it. By the time they w
Maeve could not believe that another exciting moment was ruined. Nevertheless, It was just five days before her wedding. “I’m not expecting him but please let him in,” she said calmly but Gabriel frowned, “Are you sure?” “I haven’t picked a gown for his wedding so that might be the reason,” she said and Gabriel smiled, knowing that she didn’t care about Dylan’s wedding. Nevertheless, he thought to caution her a little. “Too much forgetfulness will raise eyebrows.” “Lesson learned,” Maeve agreed. “Let him in,” Gabriel said to his secretary on the intercom, at the same time Maeve went back to her chair. Dylan walked, scowling at the sight of Gabriel, and without greeting, he said, “Maeve, you haven’t picked your gown yet. Let’s go shopping.” Gabriel interrupted before Maeve spoke, “Mr. Grayson, if you lack the courtesy to greet, then get out of my office.” He only meant to annoy Dylan, who retorted, “I was already leaving with her.” “I won’t allow her to follow you if you d
“Maeve, I’m very sorry but I’m broke.” Maeve smiled, glad to have achieved her aim. Since the asshole did not have money, he wouldn’t have any to pay more spies or to recruit any new person. Mock care covered Maeve's face and she replied, “You are? Why didn’t you tell me? Alright. I will get some money from the scam to buy them later. You already said he has been stealing from my father,” she smiled when speaking before she asked again, “What about the money my parents gifted us for the wedding preparation?” She already knew it was already spent due to how lavishly Dylan wanted the wedding but still asked. “It's all used up and we still have a few things to take care of,” Dylan said honestly. The little money he had could only take care of his bills. “Which are?” Maeve asked seriously as if she indeed cared. “The décor and honeymoon location.” Gladness settled in Maeve’s heart as another mischievous idea crossed her mind. “Okay, give me the contact information of the compani
Maeve laughed as she read the caption, eager to see the faces of Dylan and Sandra when she was through with them. At the recollection of everything, she could feel all the pain from her past life as if it was all happening again. She recalled how happy she was when she was getting married to Dylan and how miserable Gabriel was by them. At that time, he had signed seventy percent of his company shares off to Dylan’s fraudsters and was trying to recover. His godfather had died in a plane crash and his parents were on his neck to get married and have children because Doreen’s marriage was also miserable. Maeve felt proud of how everything turned out for her. She won and she was very proud of herself. The pain from her labor pains was a result of the drug Dylan claimed to put in her salad. She also remembered the pain of falling down the stairs during her nine-month pregnancy and the pain in Gabriel’s voice when she heard him. Maeve swore to never put him in the position to hear t
The sleep instantly cleared from Maeve’s eyes, as Gabriel’s words sunk into her subconscious mind. “Gab please, don’t ruin my day. If it's bad news, then please don’t tell me,” Maeve said in a pleading tone. Gabriel did not want to but also knew that it would ruin Maeve’s plans if she found out later. “It involves your revenge plan.” Maeve stiffened slightly and bobbed her head as if Gabriel was in front of her. “Okay, please tell me.” “Vincent had an accident two hours ago on his way to the hotel we booked for him to wait at” Maeve’s eyes turned glassy and she lifted herself from the bed. “Oh, no. Is Dylan involved?” She asked from her side of the line. “Fortunately, no. He doesn’t even know,” Gabriel said calmly and Maeve sighed, asking, “So how is Vincent’s condition?” “He’s in a coma and we don’t know when exactly he will be out so we can’t use him,” Gabriel revealed, Maeve’s hand tightened around the phone. “So, I have to call off my wedding with Dylan?” She asked bit
A few hours earlier “Let me see my wedding gown,” Maeve asked, Sandra frowned imperceptibly, feeling nervous. “Maeve, why don’t we take care of your hair first?” Sandra tried to coax her with a forced smile but Maeve was stiff, showing that she was not going to take no for an answer. “Okay. I can see how obsessed you are with the gown. Let me get it for you,” Sandra smiled and said but her gaze was dark. She opened the closet and brought out the gown and Maeve frowned. “This is not my gown, you changed it.” Sandra smiled mockingly. After all the damage Maeve caused her, how could she allow her to wear that gown? Over her dead body. Maeve would not have a choice since it was already too late for her to go and buy a new gown from elsewhere. “What? No. It’s what you chose. You just didn’t wear it,” Sandra insisted, mocking Maeve internally but was surprised when Maeve did not put up a fight anymore. She was even smiling. “Okay, it's fine. Please get me juice.” Sandra frowned a
Dylan’s parents were confused but they were not acquainted with the guests present, not knowing how to ask any questions. Dylan felt like a soulless creature, accepting the fact that he lost everything. It was very hard for him to imagine that though he loved Sandra, Maeve was the only image of a wife on his mind at some point. Regardless, if those videos went viral, then he was doomed and all his business opportunities would equally be lost. Deflated, he looked at the priest and gave a nod. The priest smiled and said to the audience without details, “there has been a slight change.” Everyone was confused and began murmuring but he turned to Dylan and said, “Mr. Dylan Grayson, do you take this woman…” He paused and Sandra filled in her name before he continued, “Miss Sandra Cambridge to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish. In sickness and in health. Till death do you part?” Dylan looked at Maeve pleadingly but she only raised her phone, showing him the video on
Earlier “Maeve, you made it,” Doreen pulled Maeve into her arms as soon as she appeared at the doorway, panting from using the stairs because the elevators were so busy as a result of so many waiting guests at the hotel. It was her wedding day but she was already tired and rushed to the bathroom after breaking from the hug and allowing the warm shower to calm her. Doreen followed her and reminded her, “But you are forty-five minutes late.” She was already wearing her bridesmaid dress and had her makeup and hair done. Maeve turned off the faucet, pulled a clean towel, and began to wipe herself dry. She had already seen all the people waiting for her and thought to freshen up, though she already bathed before stepping out of her mansion but she was all sweaty and could not wear her gown like that. “I’m so sorry. The bitch was more difficult than I thought but she was lucky to relent before it was too late,” Maeve recounted whilst putting on a towel robe. She stepped back into t