Mr. Anderson's Impeccable Bride

Staring at her reflection one more time in the mirror, she had a satisfactory smile. Hazel Jones had been searching for the perfect wedding dress for ages-something that was going to complement her fair skin and long black hair."It's so beautiful," her younger sister, Nady, said with an excited tone. The shop assistant could finally sigh in relief."We want two," Nady added, and this left Hazel confused. "Why?" she couldn't help but ask."For me," that was Nady's response."Sorry, Miss, but this is a limited collection, and it's the last piece we have," the shop assistant apologized, and Nady was about to lash out at her when Hazel butted in."Please go make the payments," she said, handing her card to the lady who happily left. Hazel could only throw a look at Nady before she went to the dressing room to slip out of the wedding gown. Nady stomped her foot angrily. "Stop giving me that judgy look; is it a crime if I want to look as beautiful as you?""We are not the same people, Nady

Hazel stood before the patriarch; she was having a court wedding while Nady was walking down the aisle with the man she was supposed to marry; her parents weren't even present."Miss Jones," the old man next to her called; apparently he was the butler of the Anderson family and brought the wedding documents, which Mr. Anderson had already signed."He must have been so sick to show up," Hazel thought before a paper was shoved at her."Please sign the papers," he said, and she nodded and signed the documents. After all the procedures, she got into the black limousine with the butler."Mrs. Anderson, do you need water?" The butler asked while shoving the bottle of water at her. Mrs. Anderson. She wasn't yet familiar with that name, but now it belonged to her. Was it a privilege or a curse?She took the water and gulped it at once. "Are you a virgin?" The butler asked, and she splashed out all the contents in her mouth and coughed hard; her eyes had turned completely red as she stared a

The car parked in front of the Anderson's mansion, and Hazel was still in deep thought, trying to understand everything that was going on.Why was this man being nice with her, and why did he make her family believe that he was comfortable with the marriage when from the first day he wanted to marry Nady?"I have some urgent work at the office; you should go in." Coyle brought her out of her trance; the driver had already pulled her side of the door open, patiently waiting for Hazel to step down."Mr. Anderson,""Coyle," he corrected. Hazel was confused for some seconds before she got to understand that he wanted her to call him by his name, but that felt so wrong to her."Have a nice day." Hazel had to refrain from what she wanted to say; it was better than calling his name; they weren't so close.She hurried down the car and walked into the mansion. She was visited with the loud clattering sound of dishes from the kitchen."What's happening?" Hazel walked to the kitchen, where she f

The next morning, Hazel woke up early to make breakfast for Coyle before he left for work, but she was too late as he had already left before she woke up.She freshened up and slipped into the normal clothes she had come with; her gaze was stuck on the luxurious ring on her fingers."He will never find out if I take it out," Hazel thought, but she was a little scared. What even scared her the most were her colleagues at work asking her so many questions about the man she married, as it was obvious that Nady had already made them all know she didn't marry Max.With a heavy heart, she took out the ring and kept it safely in her purse before she walked to the entrance."Hello Mrs. Anderson, I am Josh." A man dressed in a white shirt and black trousers who was in his late thirties introduced himself, and Hazel nodded with a smile."I will take you to work," he said, and she shook her head at the negative."It's fine. I will take a cab.""Mr. Anderson said you are not allowed to leave with

Hazel stared at her reflection in the mirror; she was dressed in a simple white gown and held her hair in a pony.Now she felt bad for not buying a gift for the family. "If he had told me that we were attending the dinner, then I would have obviously gotten a gift," she thought. A figure appeared behind her."Mr. And..." She paused her lips; he approached her and stared at her reflection in the mirror."Hmm," Coyle took out the hairband holding Hazel's hair as her long hair fell down her shoulders."Let's go," he said, and she nodded and flipped some strands of her hair behind her ears.They both walked downstairs, and the driver pulled the car door open before they got in; during the ride, Hazel's gaze was out of the window.She wasn't staring at anything in particular or enjoying the night view; she just didn't want her eyes to meet with those of Coyle's.Coyle dipped his hand in his suit and took out a box. "Here," he shoved it to Hazel, who stared at it in disbelief."Did he get m