Rush-hour metro rides were more colorful than you could imagine. At the end of the aisle, there was a singer collecting coins while hitting all the wrong notes. Behind me, a baby was crying its lungs out, and in front of me, two old men were arguing about politics.And then there was me, clutching a grab handle, dead tired, with another big nuisance to my right: Jenna giggling like a preschooler. I was the reason for her laughter.“It’s Thursday already. You’ve been mocking me for three days straight. Don’t you ever get tired?” I complained, pulling my purse higher on my shoulder.“You think this is mockery? It’s not,” she lied, gripping her handle as tightly as I was. “These are gestures of support disguised as nervousness. Which just so happens to look like laughter.”I bit my tongue at her grandiose response. She’d been like this ever since I’d filled her in about Lucius proposing to me, giving me that engagement ring, and how she’d seen us disrespecting her couch.“Save your ‘
“Sorry, but… have we met before?” I asked, confused.He looked surprised before laughing. Dimples appeared on his cheeks.“Don’t you remember me? We took Commercial Law together at university,” he revealed.“We did?” I asked, still confused. He laughed more, looking slightly embarrassed but amused. I felt terrible. “Are you sure? Maybe you’re mistaken. I don’t remember studying in any semester with the son of a multinational company’s president.”During the negotiation, Ernest had explained that Matt was the eldest son of the company’s president. Since his father’s health had declined, Matt had been taking over the business. My impression that he was a young man wasn’t wrong. If he’d studied with me, he must be under 30 or no older than 32.“That’s because I didn’t enroll under my real name. I went incognito to start from scratch. You know how parents are—they want us to toughen up in college without using our last names to gain favors. You did the same, didn’t you? You’re Serge’s
Without the context of what we’d just heard, I was sure this office would look like a game of freeze tag. No one moved or breathed, including Amy and myself. But not Lucius, of course.“Are you being paid to be nosy?” he asked, clearly in a foul mood.No one answered him. Amy just shrugged and stared at the floor. The place was as still as a desert.“Get moving!” he barked.At that, everyone jumped, including me. Tom and Savannah rushed back to their desks, Amy ran off somewhere far from to put distance between herself and our boss, and the noise returned to the floor. I could hear the beginnings of phone calls and the frantic clicking of keyboards in the distance. I wanted to flee my spot too, but Lucius’s focus was entirely on me.“Come to my office,” he demanded before turning and walking away.I had no choice but to follow him to his office. Lucius’s behavior left me bewildered. That feeling didn’t leave as I entered his office and saw him leaning against his desk, arms cross
My heart sank. It was painfully obvious that to Lucius, I was just a challenge, and that he wanted to get me back in his bed. To me, though, sadly, he was more than that. But still, I wouldn’t let him win.“And why should I care?” I shrugged, feigning indifference.“Excuse me?” he snapped, offended.“Why should I care who you have fun with out there? Do you have a leash around your neck, and am I supposed to have you trained? This isn’t real. You’re free to sleep with whoever you want. Or are you saying that if I asked you to keep it exclusive, you’d actually respect that?”My audacity seemed to throw him off more than I expected. I saw a flicker of confusion in Lucius’s eyes, sparking a thousand thoughts in my naive heart. If we came to an agreement to be lovers, but exclusive lovers, maybe… just maybe… something more could come from it, right? Like feelings, and maybe even more. Something real.“If your intention is for us to be exclusive, you could just say so, and I’d know whe
Out of all the mysteries Lucius presented to me, the one involving his relationship with Amelia gnawed at my insides the most. How could it not, with those two looking at each other with such blatant loathing? What was with the strange reactions my stepmother had around him? And what was with that undisguised hatred my fake fiancé showed towards her?“Amelia, that’s a bit out of line. Lucius and I are getting married. He’ll be part of *our* family,” I interjected.“Marianne, what are you doing here? I didn’t know you were here…” Amelia stammered, smoothing her dress, clearly uncomfortable.“She works here. What are you talking about? The one who shouldn’t be in this office is you. Who let you in?” Lucius retorted sharply.This was a side of Lucius I’d come to recognize. He could be incredibly charming, but also incredibly unpleasant when he wanted to be. Right now, he was being the latter. Then again, he always was when dealing with Amelia.“This used to be my husband’s office. Yo
“I told you how Amelia acts weird around Lucius and vice versa. They’re talking in his office right now, so I left my phone behind with the voice recorder on” I said, feeling proud.Jenna didn’t share my enthusiasm about my brilliant plan. Quite the opposite.“They’re still acting strange? Do you think they had an affair?”I almost spat out my coffee. I looked at Jenna, disgust written all over my face. Lucius and Amelia? Together?“What kind of affair?” I asked, pretending I didn’t understand what she meant.“Well… your stepmother is very attractive and has kept herself in great shape for her age. And Lucius is a womanizer, as far as we know. Maybe they reconnected by chance, and that’s where the tension comes from. What else could it be?”“No… that can’t be true.”“Why not? Do you trust either of them to be ethical?”The truth was, I didn’t. It wouldn’t be a shock if Amelia, being the witch that she was, had cheated on my father. I didn’t see her as decent enough not to have
“I’m holding you responsible for something you know you’re responsible for. You’re a smart girl. What are you doing bruising the ego of a weak man like Andrew? Focus your efforts on solidifying your marriage to Lucius,” he advised.I didn’t know what hurt more—my father talking about my love life like it was just another business deal, or him only giving me this much attention because of Lucius. Before Lucius, it was because of Andrew. It was always about some man, never about me, his daughter.“That’s exactly what I’m doing. So maybe you should ask your other daughter to focus her efforts on keeping her fiancé in check. Andrew’s not my problem anymore,” I argued.My father sneered cruelly.“Aren’t you grateful for that? You should be. Andrew’s a spent resource. His betrayal led you to someone better. Play your cards right.”“What are you talking about, Dad?” I asked, confused. “Isn’t Andrew your prized shareholder? Your beloved protégé? Where’s this coming from?”“He stopped bei
Time seemed to fly when you had a million things to do. That was precisely how it felt, being the unwilling maid of honor for my ex and my sister’s wedding. The biggest challenge I faced now was finding a church for their ceremony. Amanda, of course, was impossible to please. Even with less than a month until the wedding, she still couldn’t make up her mind.It wasn’t just me saying that—we were currently walking down the aisle of my last option, the cathedral in the neighboring city. Amelia and Amanda were walking ahead of me, and I could hear their ridiculous complaints.“Doesn’t it look a bit old, Mom? I want something more modern,” my half-sister complained, arm linked with my stepmother’s.“You can’t ask a cathedral to be more modern. But yes, we will need to do a lot of work to bring it up to our standards. How’s the choir here, Marianne?” Amelia turned to ask me.“It’s available on the wedding date. They’re well respected in the city,” I replied.“Isn’t it too small, though