“That’s enough of this,” Amelia cut in nervously. “Both of you will go talk with the priest like civilized people. I’ll handle dismissing the bridal party. Go on, go.”Reluctantly, Andrew followed the priest, who was trying to calm him and offer advice. Amelia, on the other hand, approached Amanda angrily, grabbing and squeezing her arm with malice.“You can’t humiliate our family like this, Amanda. You will get married, end of story. Do you hear me?” Amelia demanded, switching from a furious expression to a courteous smile for the rest of the guests.In the background, she was making up excuses for this scene, swearing it was just a bad day for the soon-to-be newlyweds. Amanda clutched my hand, scared and seeking support.“Tell me not to marry him, and I won’t, sister.”“What?” I said, surprised.“How could I have been so blind? Our father only wants me to marry him for the benefits. Just like he wants you to marry Lucius for the same reason. You still have time to save yourself
I might have been standing there with a “normal” face waiting for my coffee order, but inside me, a storm of epic proportions was brewing. I had fled that disastrous wedding rehearsal and ended up in this little café where I was waiting for my order. It was a small spot near Fairmount Corporation, and my final destination was the office so I could get back to work.Work was my refuge, the only thing that seemed to be going well for me. My order was called right on time, and I picked up my cup, thanked the barista, and looked around for a small table near a window overlooking the street.I spotted an empty one in a corner and headed there to drown in my thoughts.“Marianne! Hey!” someone called out as I walked past.I turned to see who it was: Matt. He was sitting at a two-person table, alone, sipping coffee with his laptop open in front of him.“Matt… what a coincidence to run into you here, huh?” I greeted.“It’s not a coincidence if I tell you I’ve been spending the last few we
“Are you projecting your feelings onto me? Who was the one bragging about breaking in her bed with that Matt guy? I come back, and you’re enjoying coffee with him,” Lucius said, amused. “You could be a little more discreet. We do have an agreement, last time I checked.”“An agreement? Yes. But not for exclusivity. Last I remember, you refused that,” I said, playing along.Lucius didn’t like my joke. His expression hardened.“If you’re trying to make me jealous, don’t bother. You won’t get far. What’s worked between us is the lack of drama because we’re honest about our intentions, even if they aren’t good or praiseworthy. Don’t change that.”Exactly. He said it himself. We were supposedly “honest” with each other. I had been, but had he? I doubted it.“To what extent should I trust your honesty, Lucius? You’re way ahead of me in this game,” I asked, letting my frustration slip out.He glanced at me, confused, as if he had no idea what I was talking about.“Are you mad because Cl
“Mine hasn’t been great either… If I told you the things he’s done to me lately,” I laughed, more relaxed now, noting that he still held my hand.It was too late to notice where we were heading. I hadn’t asked Lucius even once where we were going. And now that I thought about it, we seemed to be on a route very close to my apartment building.“Where are we going?” I asked suspiciously.“Where do you think? You’ve got an apartment to show me. It’s the least I deserve. I’ve been a good fiancé, much better than the last one, I can swear it,” he said easily.I could have let myself be swayed by his natural charm, but this time I didn’t. The matter with my stepmother was still unresolved. I pulled my hand away and got more serious. He glanced at me sideways.“What now?”“That’s what I want to know…” I took a breath. “I just came from the most chaotic, pathetic wedding rehearsal. Amanda threw a tantrum, said she doesn’t want to get married.”“And how does that affect us? Our wedding w
Lies, lies, and more lies. Amelia’s last name should have been "Lie," and her profession before marrying my father must have been that of a natural-born con artist. There was no other explanation.The story my stepmother always stuck to was that she was a foreign heiress, childless, and with plenty of money to invest. She claimed to have fallen in love with my father to the point where she didn’t care that he was already married.Then she gave him a daughter, Amanda. Her supposed only daughter. I remembered it clearly, all the drama from Amelia about how she had sacrificed her body for her "only child." How difficult it had been being a "first-time mother." She said it with such conviction that no one dared contradict her.“That doesn't make any sense,” I blurted out reflexively.“It doesn’t make sense that you’re falling for... our sister’s game,” he said, uncomfortable, shaking his head with his eyes closed.That reality hit me. If Amanda and I shared the same father, and Amanda
“Was Amelia really who she said she was? What else had she been hiding?” I asked.“From what I found out, she created a whole new identity,” he explained as he wandered through my living room, taking his time to analyze every detail and feel every surface. “She changed her last name and pretended she was never married or had a kid. Her degrees and qualifications are probably fake as well. I’m surprised she didn’t change her first name, though. Maybe her narcissism wouldn’t let her.”“She created a new life... but it still doesn’t add up. Your father must’ve had more money than mine. Why leave him for Serge?”By then, Lucius was inspecting my kitchen, checking the ceiling and the counters, and I followed him, puzzled by his behavior.“Because she couldn’t control him with my grandmother around,” he confessed.“What?”“My grandmother was a woman who knew what she was doing and knew exactly who she had as a son—a drunk and a spendthrift. The money was hers, and she controlled it. Am
I knew I sounded more brazen than usual, something that made Lucius even more uncertain. He stopped looking at the floor and fixed his gaze on me.“It’s not the same…” he muttered, unsure.“Why wouldn’t it be?”“You were a virgin. You haven’t been with anyone else. Stop playing with the idea that you have. You’re in love with me.”A second, more voracious and hungry laugh escaped my throat. I laughed right in his face because of the sheer audacity Lucius had. He really said that.“I’m not in love with you, you arrogant jerk. What makes you think that?” I mocked him further, even though I was lying—I was, in fact, in love with him.“You can’t resist me, and you make up excuses to push me away. If I ignored your stupid boundaries, I’d have you moaning in that bed, completely satisfied. Very satisfied,” he boasted, bringing his mouth dangerously close to mine.This closeness was unsettling, the fact that we were sharing the same air. I also didn’t like how he was slipping his knee
I couldn’t believe what I was shopping for—a steamer to touch up my maid of honor dress. It hadn’t been a rushed purchase, but it was definitely last minute as the next day would be the date of my sister’s wedding to my ex-fiance.That’s why I was wandering through the small appliance section of the department store. I had been staring at the specs of a vertical steamer for several minutes, thinking it was the most appropriate and easy-to-use option for what I needed.Then, my phone rang from my purse, and I saw Estelle’s name on the screen. She was one of Amanda’s bridesmaids. I answered.“Marianne, what time will you get to the port? We can’t afford any more delays; we have a strict sailing schedule with the captain,” she explained.Her words sounded absurd to me. They made no sense at all. The only thing making sense was the discount on the blue steamer I was holding.“Why would I go to the port? Could you clarify?”“For your sister’s bachelorette party. Hello?” she replied, a