“When will you give it to me? We need to plan the proposal,” I said as I sat in the nearest chair.“Does tomorrow work for you? I was thinking we could do it then,” he suggested.I loved the idea.“It would be perfect to do it at that dirty cheater’s apartment, with my whole family there,” I envisioned, and another idea hit me. “Could we arrange the timing and maybe even hire a serenade? Imagine it: Amanda will probably pull one of her stunts to be the center of attention, but then we swoop in with the proposal and that ring. She’ll die of frustration.”Lucius didn’t seem too thrilled with my idea.“I’d leave out some of those details. I’d prefer to keep it simple. Let me handle it.”Since he was lending me the ring, I agreed not to push him beyond his comfort zone. That sounded fine, and I let him know with a nod.“So, how did we meet, then? What story are we going with?” I asked, starting to build our narrative.“We could say we met last year from a distance. Then, when I cam
I wasn’t usually a nervous person. But there I was, breathing heavily as Lucius’s car approached my ex’s residential complex. That unpleasant sensation climbed from my stomach to my throat, burning all the way up.“Stick your head out if you’re going to throw up. The car’s new,” Lucius suggested from behind the wheel.I shot him an irritated look. He had picked me up from Jenna’s apartment for our date with my terrible family. There was no need to mention how attractive he looked tonight in his casual suit or how sharp his tongue was at any hour.“I’m not going to throw up in your car. The memo was unnecessary,” I assured him as we reached the gatehouse, and I had to speak with the guard to open the gate. “Good evening, John. We’re guests of Andrew.”I knew John. I had lived with my detestable ex-boyfriend for a long time. Even so, he didn’t respond with a friendly smile like the one I had given him. He looked at me uncomfortably.“Miss Marianne… you’re not allowed to access this
“That’s what happens when you’re in good company,” he replied with a smile, his hand sliding down my back. The gentle movement sent a shiver through my body.I ignored the sensation as Amanda invited us into the apartment. As soon as we walked in, bad memories flooded my mind. The worst ones came when Andrew and I made eye contact. He had been deep in conversation with my father and stepmother, but now his attention shifted to me. I read disapproval in his face, but when he focused on Lucius, there was only disgust, which grew when his gaze dropped to where Lucius had his hand on me.Amelia’s expressions weren’t any better. Her neck tensed as she watched us. Serge seemed to be handling it the best of the trio. He pretended to be welcoming, getting up from the sofa where he had been sitting to shake Lucius’s hand.“We weren’t sure you’d join us tonight. Please excuse the informality of this gathering,” my father said.My hand itched at his comment. From Amanda’s reaction and my fath
My beautiful half-sister started rubbing her very flat stomach. If you asked me, she rubbed it like she was eight months pregnant and expecting triplets. Andrew was mortified.“You’re expecting a child?” Lucius asked, feigning surprise.“Didn’t Marianne tell you?” Amanda replied, incredulous. Oh, and she rubbed her stomach more, with the hand that had the ring.She had the ring on her left hand, and she’s right-handed. That says it all, doesn’t it?“No, she’s been more focused on telling me about her wedding and ways to make that day easier for you, the happy couple,” Lucius responded.Amanda looked skeptical, and Andrew looked offended. Lucius put his hand on my leg, higher than what would be considered proper, and rubbed more than was decorous in front of my father. Serge was analyzing everything, like a machine calculating the odds of this circus.“Lucius’s happiness is my happiness,” I agreed, smiling at him, touching the hand on my leg. We intertwined our fingers. “We need t
Revenge is a dish best served cold. That should be the line I should recite over and over in this scenario. Small sacrifices that should lead to a great victory. I was on a delicate path, where I had to live with the enemy to attack from within. I allowed myself to enjoy Amanda’s martyrdom.I had sabotaged her wedding dress, and now it was time to sabotage another element of her wedding—the venue. I wouldn’t stop until her so-called “best day of her life” became her worst.“Ah… uh… thanks?” Amanda said, suspicious. Then she looked anxiously at Dad. “Weren’t we talking about the baby’s room before they arrived? I’ve already started remodeling it in beige tones. I have a well-defined aesthetic in mind.”I didn’t mind Amanda’s change of conversation. She always had to be the center of attention, in every season, month, and moment of the day.“Which room will it be?” I asked, playing along, picking up a piece of cheese.“The one in the corner. The one you used as a study, right?” she
“Where did they go?” I asked to no one in particular.As if in response, my phone started ringing from inside my purse. I pulled it out, surprised to see it was Lucius calling.“What’s going on?” I asked.“We’re waiting for you on the rooftop,” he said.“For what?” I asked, frowning.“Your family wanted to show me the view, so here we are. Don’t take too long,” he replied before hanging up.I stared at the phone screen, curiosity piqued. I knew there was a beautiful event space on the rooftop, with a stunning view of the city, but it wasn’t typically open except for big events. Unsure of what they were planning, I left my purse behind, exited the apartment, and climbed the stairs to the rooftop. I pushed the door open.If these lunatics were planning to murder me, I would have expected something like that. But this? This I did not expect. Before me, there was a path of white rose petals and candles, leading to where Lucius stood surrounded by more decorations and the breathtakin
I knew the kiss with Lucius was lasting longer than a “fake kiss” should, but my desire to pull away from him was nonexistent. I was completely intoxicated by his lips, his touch, and the way he made me feel. Still, all good things must come to an end.“Um, excuse me, lovebirds, we’re still here,” Amanda said, her voice tinged with awkwardness.At her words, Lucius and I pulled apart, turning to face her. And not just her, but the rest of my family. I wasn’t sure who looked more upset, Andrew or Amelia. They were definitely in competition. Meanwhile, my father, ever the business enthusiast, looked more satisfied than ever. Want to see Serge Fairmount happy? Show him some money.“We know you’re here, sister. It’s just… we got caught up in the moment…” I said, turning to gaze into Lucius’s eyes, as if we were connected on a deeper level.“Completely caught up,” Lucius agreed, his hand still resting on my back, almost touching my butt. I laughed, playing the part of a perfect actress.
As the doors closed behind them, I had to bring my glass to Lucius’s for a clink. We shared a conspiratorial smile before sipping our champagne.…We were seconds away from reaching Jenna’s apartment, the one I still hadn’t moved out of while I finalized the paperwork with the bank for my new place. In this brief moment, I had to praise Lucius’s performance. He had driven me home in his car because I’d declined to join him for dinner at Dalia. I just wanted to rest—it had been a long day.“That was perfect. You knocked it out of the park,” I praised Lucius beside me.“It must’ve been perfect to make you this happy. You’re hard to please.”“I’m not, if you know me well,” I smiled as he parked near the building. “Thanks for the ride. We’ll talk tomorrow.”“Tomorrow?” he asked, confused. “Isn’t tomorrow Sunday?”I pressed my legs together, reminded that I’d left my thong at Andrew’s place. It was like having one less layer of protection against my own animal instincts. Lucius had c