** I hope you aren't making some pity or some reckless decisions. I am not in my right mind to play a marriage game and act like a lovely wife who will love you immediately. Are you sure you don't want someone who truly deserves you? I might ask for divorce anytime soon if we get married!**
Carol signs, knowing her heart best. She has loved Troy for her whole life. The betrayal of Troy has stabbed her heart so deeply that the words Love and Trust make her feel disgusted. She doesn't want to involve another man in this messy situation but she has no other choice but to accept his proposal. She must accept her paternal grandparents' wealth as she promised. Life has played the ultimate betrayal with her. Now she wants to throw a blind shot, without any hope. The corner of his lips raise a bit with a silent chuckle as he watches her signing. He takes the handkerchief from his pocket and holds it before her without saying anything first. Mascara has spread under her eyes, making her look miserable at some point. She shows confusion at first but takes it from him out of courtesy. ** Let me introduce you first** He finally starts, ** I am Damien Crawley, 25 years old. Because of some accidents in my childhood, I have been unable to move around. Apart from this, I am quite capable of doing everything. ** He makes a humble expression while introducing himself. ** Right now, all I need is to marry someone. And I think you are more than what I deserve. So if you're willing-!** ** Even after I said I won't be able to act like a good wife -!** ** I don't mind. Right now, I need a wife to introduce her to my family. If you can play the part, I can play the part of you being a family. I heard about your conversation with your best friend. You need to marry to get your inheritance. I will help you out!** He explains his side. ** I am quite shocked that you saw us having that conversation! But I would like to draw clear rules regarding. And I will do it after the wedding. Right now, I want you to be my groom!** She sounds clear and she has made up her mind. She wants him to be her husband, even for temporary right now. ** Let's have a discussion on our future after the wedding.** He suggests. She nods. This time she doesn't want to regret it. Carol always thinks twice, thrice before taking any kind of decisions. But today, she will do it against her own principles. She will marry a stranger in front of the Man she loved for years. Not out of spite but to make sure that she can move on, she can't stop herself for someone who betrayed her badly. The discussion ends there. Carol remains as composed as possible and walks down the aisle, holding the wilting Lilies. She will experience the marriage the way she wanted. Her dream wedding will happen even if the groom is someone else. Damien Crawley waits for his bride. Eunice is on alert but says nothing since she knows Carol isn't someone who won't take a decision without any second thoughts. Since they have discussed and it might have satisfied Carol. That's why she is doing her job as Maid of honor and joins Carol to walk down the aisle without any objections. As long as her friend is happy. The flower girls who are her friends' sister and ring are doing their jobs perfectly. Like the actual wedding, everything is happening as same as she wished. Carol while walking down the aisle, glances at Troy, who is tied with his mistress and sitting on the sand like a miserable person. She can't lie that she isn't feeling hurt. She thought it was her life. Her fairytale love of life. So, moving on from someone who has been so important to her. It's hard. But she doesn't want to give the Benefit of the doubt. She will do what is good for her from now on. " Take care of her. If you turn out like that bastard, I will make your life miserable!" Eunice directly threatens Damien who exudes his own dominating Aura. But he smiles at her words and holds Carol's hand. The silk gloves brush against his warm palm. " You can rest assured!" He replies, holding her hand. Carol reads his lips and stands before him. He looks really handsome in his suit. Like some models out of magazines. She doesn't mind marrying a man like him, even if it's a marriage of convenience. ** This is the final moment! Are you sure about this?** To give him another chance to back off, she asks. ** I don't make decisions if I am not sure about this. So don't be doubtful!** He signs with confidence. Both of them are yet to know each other. Except for their names, they don't know anything about. So Carol is more thrilled to know what kind of Man he will turn out. Someone like Troy or someone who genuinely wants to have a wife to avoid his family drama. Either way, she doesn't care. She will Divorce him once they are done. She nods, signaling the priest to start. She will get married with her head high. Leaving that dark and cruel chapter of her life. Eunice stands behind her, holding her bouquet. The vow is really long and heavy. So she has been holding it. Meanwhile, Damien's assistant stands next to her, folding hands. Eunice frowns and knits her brows before asking, " How did you even come here? I thought this venue was a private property." She asks since nobody can enter this venue without an invitation card. Damien's assistant and best friend, James Clarke looks at her with a bit of confusion and takes an invitation card out of his pocket, " We received one!" " What?" Eunice glances at the invitation card and frowns hard, " I never sent any invitation card to the CEO of Crawley - Wait a minute!" Her jaw drops as she tilts her head, " He is the CEO of Crawley?" " That's true. He is the CEO of Crawley." " My God! Although it's surprising that my bestie is marrying a man like him but - I don't think we sent you the invitation card. Because this wedding is an intimate wedding with only our friends!" She reveals something off about this. " That's weird but I don't think this invitation card is fake. It has my Boss's name on it!" Eunice can't help but feel confused since she is the one who sent the invitation card.Even Troy's family and friends who were till the end, congratulated and apologized to Carol for Troy's behavior. Especially, Troy's mother who raised troy like an ideal man. She had faith in her son who would never turn into a monster like his father. Right now, The Reception is happening, like they have planned. Troy and his mistress are still sitting on the sand, tied up. His friends to his mother and his younger sister are attending as Carol's family and friends. ** Carol** Troy's mother smiles and brings a jewelry box, revealing a beautiful necklace with a pendant in it. ** This is my family's heirloom. Your grandma wanted you to have it once you are married to my son. However, today I found that I don't have any children. I always thought of you as my daughter. I always wanted to protect you from your own family. So I think you deserve it!** She signs and puts the box in her hand, ** I apologize for the pain you went through. Please accept it, thinking your mother gifted yo
" So you two decide to stay separately? Is this your decision?" Eunice knows it's not her place to interfere their private and personal matters. But she can't help but feel protective towards her best friend. Just yesterday, her friend was so excited to open a new chapter with love and life. She wants to have kids and have a big family. But it's now a dream. Damien who is waiting for Carol to get in the car, looks at Eunice and gives a polite smile, " The marriage isn't like other normal and average marriage. Both of us needed each other. I am sorry for disappointing. But I promise that I won't turn into a jerk. I don't like punches you know!" Damien grins, " I will take care of her!" Hearing his words, Eunice finds a little comfort and consolation. At least he doesn't look like a scumbag. Yet, she needs to ask something to make sure the incident doesn't repeat. " Will you cheat on her if you find someone else?" Damien pauses momentarily and takes a glance at Carol who is saying
During the long drive, One thing helped Carol thing about. Each second password, thinking about Troy who was love of her life. She spent most of her life with him, her first love, first friend, first everything. But when did she go wrong? Why didn't she notice any red flags? He was same, handsome, charming, sweet, kind, because of her, he learned sign language, he wanted to cook for her when she was busy, normal date nights, funny and already was in time. Even a week before her wedding, he flied back home, just to ensure that the wedding went well. There was nothing, no red flags, no hints of him betraying her. She can't understand how things turned into this mess. If he was acting like this with motives behind, she can't help but think of his perfect acting. Oscar winning acting. In her life, people have been stabbing her back like she doesn't feel hurt at all. They tried to use her constantly. But Troy being the one has completely destroyed her trust in anyone. Even in herself.
Her heart sinks, face turns pale, feeling left out in this big family. There was a simple condition for her to work with her grandpa is that she won't be in the same place with her mother. But right now, sitting on the chair in the middle of the table with all the family members, she finds herself more lonely than ever. They're having conversations with each other, no one is giving her attention. She tries to read their lips, but she can only get a gist of their conversation. Nothing more. She stares at her wedding ring that she hasn't shown anyone. She keeps playing with this until someone taps on her shoulder. Grandpa? She looks up at him as he holds the glass of wine. She smiles, thinking no matter what her grandpa won't leave her alone. She grabs the glass of wine and stands up, following her grandpa. He puts the glass of wine and gets everyone's attention. Along with sign language for Carol, he starts speaking, " Today is the special day of my life. I Granger Diego, has f
" Why did you leave? This is so disrespectful! Your grandpa has been so upset." " Stop being a spoiled jealous girl! Such a rude. How dare you call your uncles names?" " Such an ungrateful Bitch! Did you think everything will be yours? Grow up. Stop being a greedy ass. Nobody wants your damn attitude in our family." Carol rests her head on the steering wheel as her extended family keeps messaging her. Since they can't call, they're sending thousands of messages at once. She takes a deep breath. No, she didn't want to be the CEO forever, nor does she want to have some share. She wanted to be appreciated for everything she has done for them. Her uncles never worked. Five years ago, the monthly profit was only 300-350K from their company. Once she started handling it she made it up to 500K to 1 million. She spent hundreds of hours in the company just to remodel, replan and reschedule everything. Once the business started doing well, her uncles stopped working and left their respe
Like usual, she wakes up at 6, but unlike other days, she looks exhausted and unmotivated. Her bed hair is untouched as she grabs the cereal and milk. Her body is heavier and sore than usual. Her eyelids are heavy and burning because of constant crying last night. This Betrayal from everyone hurt her so bad that she couldn't comprehend how to deal with her emotions at all. She got rid of Troy's stuff that she bought with her own money. She sent some of them for donations as well. Every single thing has been giving her the taste of betrayal and she doesn't know where she heads from today onwards. The thought of meeting her husband's family or meeting him is completely off her mind. The constant messages from her secretary telling her that lots of clients are refusing to attend any meetings after her announcement of quitting the family company has been overbearing. Her side of the family tried to contact her. But unlike others, her grandparents didn't reach out for once. She doe
After the engagement party, Elder Diego somehow shuts himself in his room, talking to some old clients who have been retreating themselves from working with CL company from now on. After learning about the official statement of the new CEO and the formal CEO's resignation, lots of clients asked for a better explanation since they all have been working with Carol. But all he could do is reply with a half truth answer, " My son-in-law is a good business man. He will handle the company well. Please put trust in him!" Elder Diego gets a bitter reply with retort and the client hangs up on his call. For the last five years, Carol made sure that there were some loyal clients who would support her despite her disabilities. At first nobody wanted to give in, asking why they appointed a deaf CEO in the first place. It's a business not a welfare program. However once they started working with her, they knew they found the right person to do business with. So losing her suddenly without any
** No! It's delicious. But what do you mean by never cooked for twos? I heard you had been together with your ex-fiance for a while!** Although it's a harmless question, Carol hangs her head down. She has forgotten about it since she started cooking. But his question reminds her of all the betrayal. However she hates to show her vulnerability to people, so she looks at him with no expression but explains it. ** Troy started a business a few months ago. Also his job was in next city. So we met on the weekend sometime. Also because of work, we had been in long distance relationships. He stayed with me on the weekend but we didn't have time to cook something leisurely. You are the first person who I cooked for honestly speaking!** She explained. " I see!" He murmurs. ** Anyway, I don't know anything about you. Also I told you not to talk about personal matter. But I am wondering what you do if it doesn't offend you to ask. Since we are completely strangers!** She signs, giving h
With a long-suffering sigh, he nods. “Fine. I promise.” Aria beams, hugging him tightly. “Yay! My Julie forever!” Irene smirks, crossing her arms. “We’ll see about that.” Julian groans, rubbing his temples as Aria and Irene continue their tug-of-war over him. He has had enough. “Can you both just stop?!” He snaps finally, his patience finally breaking and wearing off. Especially to Aria who is clinging onto him like a slime. Silence falls. Aria blinks, her grip on his shirt loosening. “J-Julie…?” Her voice is small, uncertain. Julian exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Irene, you always mess with me and now her, and Aria, you act like a spoiled kid whenever I talk to anyone else!” His voice is firm, frustrated. “I can be friends with other people! You don’t own me, Aria!” His sharp cold eyes shudders Aria who looks confused with Julian's cold and indifferent gaze. The room suddenly feels too quiet. Aria’s fingers tremble as she stares at him,
Julian narrows his eyes before walking towards the door, " What's their name!?" He asks. " Julie! You got friends. What about me?" She follows him hugging her plush. " I don't know her name but she is here to play with you!" Julian walks downstairs while Aria skips the staircases one after one. " Why do you have friends? I don't have friends. I want to be friends with your friend!" She keeps whining while running towards Julian. " Hi! Julian!" A girl wearing a beautiful dress shyly waves her hand. " I am here to play." " Irene! Why are you here?" Julian asks, frowning a bit. " To play -!" Julian barely takes two steps forward before Aria latches onto his arm, her plush carrot squeezed against her chest like a battle shield. Her big, round eyes lock onto the girl standing before them, her lips pursed in a deep frown. Irene blinks, then smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Is this your little sister, Julian?” Aria gasps dramatically, releasing Julian just to s
Two days ago, Julian told her that he hated her for touching his homework. Now she is yet to get over from that shock. Julian barely stirs under the warmth of his blanket, his face half-buried in his pillow. The room is quiet except for the faint rustling of fabric as he tries to sink deeper into sleep. But Aria stands frozen at his bedside, her tiny fists clenched, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "He said he hates me…" Her lips tremble, but not from sadness—from determination. She knows Julian better than anyone. He can say all he wants, but the moment she starts crying, he’ll melt like an ice cream cone in the sun. Taking a deep breath, she clenches her plush carrot and prepares for battle. She sniffs. Loudly. A little whimper escapes her lips, followed by another dramatic sniff. Then, with precise control, her lower lip wobbles as she blinks rapidly, allowing fat, glistening tears to pool in her big eyes. Julian shifts slightly under the blanket. She s
The ending of the vacation is coming soon. Throughout the days with James, everything starts feeling like before. His warmth, his flirtatious tease and sometimes stealing glances, it makes her heart more warm. At some point, I have started worrying about the matter of me transferring to Australia. I haven't told him about it. Not yet. I am not ready for this. The farmhouse is quiet, the night settling over us like a warm, comforting blanket. Outside, the crickets sing softly, their rhythmic melody blending with the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze. The silver light of the moon streams in through the sheer curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. I sit on the edge of the bed, staring down at my hands, unsure of what to do next. My heart feels like it’s carrying too many emotions all at once—excitement, fear, longing, and something I can’t quite name yet. James is sitting on the small armchair by the window, his gaze fixed on me. The weight of his eyes is almost unbearab
The morning air is crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers as I step out onto the porch. The mountains loom in the distance, their peaks kissed by soft streaks of sunlight. For a moment, I let the tranquility wash over me, the weight in my chest easing ever so slightly. “You ready?” James’s voice startles me, and I turn to see him standing behind me, a lopsided grin on his face and a woven basket in his hand. He’s wearing a loose white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the sunlight makes his hair look almost golden. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I reply, brushing past him toward the dirt path leading to the fields. We’re harvesting watermelons today. Margaret had asked us last night, her kind eyes twinkling with excitement as she explained that the ripe melons were waiting just beyond the river near the base of the mountain. James falls into step beside me, his strides easy and unhurried. “Do you think you’ll manage to carry a watermelon all the w
And, he tagged along...The hum of the plane’s engine fills the quiet space as I glance out the window, watching the horizon shift from fiery orange to muted pinks and purples. The first-class seat feels too large, yet somehow suffocating. I didn’t even want to be here with him. James, sitting beside me, stretches his legs, his presence filling the space like an anchor I can’t seem to escape. He taps his fingers rhythmically on the armrest, his gaze fixed ahead. “How are you feeling?” he asks, his voice soft but insistent, like he’s trying to sound casual. I keep my eyes on the clouds. “Fine.” “You’ve been quiet,” he presses. I let out a sigh. “What do you expect me to say, James? You weren’t supposed to be here.” He shifts in his seat to face me. “And yet here I am.” His voice carries that infuriating confidence that used to make me swoon—but now it only grates. I don’t reply, turning my attention back to the window. James doesn’t let the silence linger. “Eunice, I ju
Eunice, The hum of activity fills the office as I sit at my desk, tapping away at my tablet. My messages with James flicker on the screen, a mixture of casual banter and the occasional helpful advice about a recipe. He’s been staying with me for a while now, and honestly, he’s taken over my small apartment like it’s his. Cooking, cleaning, rearranging things—I can’t decide if it’s annoying or a blessing. How did I let him get so comfortable? “Hm? Bed and breakfast? How lucky!” Lea’s teasing tone pulls me out of my thoughts. I glance up just in time to see her leaning over my shoulder, her mischievous grin wide as she peers at my messages. I immediately turn the screen off, rolling my eyes. “Stop staring at other people’s messages! It’s nothing.” Lea smirks, unbothered by my annoyance, and pulls up a chair beside me. “Not ‘other people.’ My dearest colleague. Who, by the way, is leaving us soon. Got a boyfriend who’s tagging along, hmm?” I shake my head, gripping the tablet t
The sun streams through the large bay window of the living room, painting everything in a soft, golden glow. Aria is perched on the floor, her legs folded under her as she busily colors in her sketchbook. Her curly brown hair bounces every time she hums to herself—a random melody she makes up on the spot. Julian, sitting cross-legged a few feet away, is flipping through a book about dinosaurs, though his focus wavers. Aria’s humming is getting louder. He glances up from his book, arching an eyebrow. “Aria, what are you so happy about?” he finally asks, setting the book down on the coffee table. “You’ll never guess what!” she declares, her brown eyes wide with excitement. Julian raises an eyebrow, setting his book aside. “You found a unicorn in the backyard?” “No!” she giggles, shaking her head. “You finally learned how to fly?” he guesses again, his tone teasing. “Ugh! You are a bully, Julian!” She pouts, crossing her arms in mock annoyance. Julian smirks. “Okay, fine.
Carol sits on the edge of the desk, her hand still loosely gripping Damien's collar. She studies his face—the soft curve of his smirk, the playful glint in his eyes, and the way his hair falls slightly over his forehead. He always has this maddening ability to disarm her with a single look, as if he holds all the cards to a game she doesn’t even realize she’s playing. “Damien,” she begins, her voice softening just a touch. “We’ve talked about this. Another baby is a big commitment.” He leans in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmurs, “You mean the best kind of commitment.” His hands find their way to her waist, gently pulling her closer. “Besides, you already handle everything so perfectly. I know you can handle another little one running around.” Carol groans and leans back slightly to look at him, her brow furrowed. “Perfectly? Have you seen our daughter? She’s practically glued to me 24/7. I can’t even finish a cup of coffee without her demanding something or