Adonis' POV
"Where is she?" My father, Kristov Stavrakos, came up beside me near the wedding arch, "it's almost an hour and she's still not here. Do you think she's coming?""She'll come. She has to be," I had been controlling my temper for the past thirty or forty minutes. One thing I really hated most was being kept waiting."I don't think so, son. Look, the people are getting impatient," he looked at the family, relatives, friends and colleagues of the Starvrakos and Pallis families, gathered for the wedding, "call her. Something must have happened."How can I explain to him that I can't because I don't have her number. After what happened on our first meeting, we never bothered to exchange numbers,"She'll be here. The wedding coordinator could have called her already. If she's not planning to come, then everyone would have been advised to leave.""Well, you're right," Dad smiled faintly and went back to his seat.My eyes riveted at the huge twin doors of the Stavrakos Hotel's grand ballroom, where the bride would come in. I had been staring at it for quite too long already, my eyes started to get sore.Damn. She's doing this on purpose. Making me wait, and being humiliated in front of everyone."She's really testing my patience," I muttered softly, then shifted my attention to the loud voices of people talking.My eyes diverted to Constantine Pallis, who was enjoying talking to people, taking advantage of the lateness of his granddaughter to catch up with his relatives and friends. He seemed to be forgetting about the wedding."Hey," one of my groomsmen, Eros Petrakis, tapped my back, "you're having roots from standing here too long. I told you, getting married is a bad idea. We're still young, let's enjoy our bachelor's life! Trust me, do it in your forties.""Not again. I told you my reason, man. I already made my decision, so cut it off.""Come on, stop embarrassing yourself. She's not coming. Where's your pride? Let's go to the reception and start drinking those vintage wines. I'm thirsty, my throat is parched already."I huffed, shaking my head, "I'm pretty sure she'll come.""Let's hope for that," he pointed at the older officiating minister, already sleeping on his chair, then laughed, mouthed the words 'bad luck' and left.For the nth time, I checked the time on my wrist again. It had been an hour past the schedule of the wedding ceremony, the whole entourage walked down the aisle and took their places at the front thirty minutes ago. The only missing was the bride.I choked back anger, realizing that I just made a fool of myself here. Eros was right, we should start drinking those vintage wines. I was about to leave when the music started, playing the bridal entrance song.All heads turned to the huge twin doors, looking very excited to see the bride enter and walk down the aisle.The doors opened so wide, revealing the bride.Everyone was shocked!The bride entered and walked down the aisle wearing an all BLACK wedding gownElena's POV"Go home miss, Mr. Pallis won't see you," the intimidating bulky looking gate guard, wearing a dark uniform and peaked cap, said to me again. There was no sympathy in his expression as he looked down at me.Almost everyday, for the last five days, I had been waiting for long hours, standing outside the huge iron gate of the Pallis mansion, regardless of the weather. I was hungry, thirsty, shivering from the cold, but I bear them all. My fighting spirit was so strong that I overpowered the fatigue that overwhelmed me."Please, I need to see my grandfather. This is a matter between life and death," I was like a broken record, pleading to him the same thing everyday.He sighed looking irritated, "the master said he doesn't know you.""How can he not? I'm his granddaughter," I insisted, though I said it too many times to him already, "my mother is his only child.""Which he doesn't acknowledge," he stepped forward, trying to intimidate me, "go home now. He ordered us to get ri
Elena's POVToo many times when I was young, I dreamed of this day to happen - to meet my grandpa. I imagined that he would swing me in his arms and hug me tightly. Then he would take care of me and my mom, relieving us from our hardship of living poorly. But they were all illusions, a figment of a child's imagination.My nose wrinkled in disgust.I stared at grandpa. He looked well-built and fit in his seventy plus years, and I could not help but compare to mom's deteriorating health.Life can be unfair sometimes, but that's no reason to just give up.Grandpa settled on a padded armchair across from me. His head held high, still so proud and aristocratic. He looked at me like I was a piece of dirt on this very expensive looking Victorian couch.I was holding my temper. I could not help but recall the time he humiliated me during high school, denying me to everyone. That was something that I could never forget. A mark like a tattoo, imprinted inside my brain."So your mother is sick,"
Adonis' POV"Good swing!" Eros said, as our eyes followed my golf ball that flew to the ground. Eros Petrakis, a good friend of mine and former classmate in Harvard. Just like the Stavrakos, the Petrakis belonged to one of the oldest powerful Greek dynasties. Both of us were born to continue our families' lineage to rule, to multiply wealth and become very powerful.It was Saturday at noon, and we were playing golf, in my family's exclusive golf course, inside the Stavrakos estate. We had been hanging out lately, talking about our family's latest venture - a luxury cruise ship that the Petrakis would manufacture for US.It was Eros' turn to hit the ball, and he hit his nicely."Yes!" he exclaimed, laughing, "it's been a long time since I played golf.""Me too," I chuckled, "this thing is kinda boring, but at least it keeps us moving after last night.""I agree. We need to exercise," he said and we both laughed.We went to a party last night- a reunion with our university friends. We g
Elena's POVI barely closed my eyes when I heard the loud ringing of the doorbell. I groaned rolling on my bed ignoring it, hoping that whoever it was would go away. Probably one of our neighbors, bringing some of their leftovers from last night's dinner. But the doorbell kept on ringing, making my head throbbed.I got out of bed slowly, like a zombie and checked the time at the digital clock on the bedside table. I sighed when I saw it was still six thirty in the morning.After my grandpa called last night, my temper flared up at the thought of meeting Adonis Stavrakos. I tossed and turned on the bed. I found it hard to sleep anymore. I had to get out of the house and release my anger somewhere or I would go crazy.I called my best friend/business partner, Camella, who lived just a block away from our house. I was hoping we could hang out in the nearest coffee shop, to keep my mind off my problems.But she was in a bar with her cousin. Her cousin got some tickets in an exclusive bar,