“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
My sister immediately reacted to the contact, ripping off her blindfold and looking at the man in horror.“What is this? Who are you?” she asked, alarmed.“It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that you’re the bride. A round of applause for the bride!” the stripper announced, trying to get everyone excited.The ladies screamed in delight, completely engrossed in the moment. So much so that they didn’t notice that the bride was clearly uncomfortable. The guy danced, stepping back a bit to help Amanda relax, but she couldn’t. Her face showed that she felt harassed.I looked at her so-called friends, who were more interested in taking photos, cheering, dancing, or drinking. Was no one going to stop this? When the stripper ripped off his pants and practically shoved his crotch in Amanda’s face, I had to step in.“That’s enough. Stop,” I ordered, putting my arm against his chest and pushing him away from Amanda.The room filled with confusion at my sudden action. The stripper lo
The sound of Amanda’s body hitting the water snapped me out of my daze. She had done it. That crazy lunatic had actually thrown herself into the water.“What did you do?! Murderer!” Estelle screamed at me.My face showed nothing but shock as I realized I wasn’t alone. About five of the bridesmaids were standing nearby, processing what had just happened. There was surprise, fear, and panic.“Stop the captain! The bride fell into the water!” Marissa started yelling at the crew members nearby.One girl ran to alert the captain while two others threw life preservers into the dark waters. As they hit the surface, Amanda’s arms emerged, flailing and crying for help. She was drowning and couldn’t grab hold of the life rings on her own. Two men dove into the water to rescue her.By now, the yacht had come to a stop, and everyone onboard—bridesmaids and crew—was focused on the accident. The men managed to get a hold of Amanda, securing a life preserver around her as she coughed from swallo
My words earned me several scoldings, but they rolled right off me. I couldn’t have cared less about the opinions of those women.-By the time we returned to the port, Amanda was being checked over in the ambulance, and Serge’s car pulled up. Amelia was the first to rush out, wrapping Amanda in her arms. Amanda, sitting at the edge of the ambulance’s back, was covered with a large towel draped over her shoulders.Taking his time, as always, was our father. But Amelia couldn’t wait for him. She pulled away from hugging her daughter and stormed over to me, furious.“What did you do to my daughter?! You filthy—” she yelled, raising her hand to slap me.I reacted just in time, grabbing her wrist and shoving her back with enough force that my stepmother stumbled a few steps.“How dare you?! Insolent brat!” she screamed.At that point, I wasn’t interested in her reaction. What mattered was Serge’s. He was watching us with his usual calculating gaze. He didn’t rush to Amanda to check