"Who was it?" asked Jenna, emerging from her room with a silk robe tied around her waist."They finally sent my clothes over," I said, exhausted, as I looked for a box cutter in the kitchen to open the boxes."It's about time, isn't it? Why did Andrew take a week to send your belongings? Didn't you
"Marianne Fairmount. Sister of the bride," I said with a sinister smile."The sister... of the bride," he mentioned slowly. He seemed like he wanted to tell me something, but held back. "Would you like some champagne? The guests are gathered in the living room, and dinner will be ready in a few minu
They started serving the appetizers, but my half-sister just couldn't let me eat the salmon carpaccio in peace. She took one of her water glasses and tapped it with a fork. The general conversation died down as everyone turned to listen to her."You have no idea how fortunate we are to have you, our
"We had agreed to save the news for another celebration, dear," my father commented.Seeing him like this was like seeing the very image of hypocrisy. He knew the truth, that this was all a farce, that less than two weeks ago, I was in love with Andrew and wanted to give him a thousand children. But
"What do you mean by that? Could you be more specific?""If what happened the other night was a figment of my imagination and you're sure of it, why are you avoiding me?""I'm not avoiding you. Why would I? You must have misunderstood.""Have I? You were supposed to provide the market study of the p
"I'm not convinced, Mom. I don't look like myself. Do you think Andrew will like it? I want him to cry when he sees me walking down the aisle," she complained, adjusting her neckline. "Do you like this dress, Sis?"I did like the dress. Would I give my approval to something that looked good on her?
"Is he? Do we know him by any chance? What does he do for a living?" she inquired suspiciously."He is. I don't know if you know him, but he's an investor from Cameria," I lied."An international investor? How old did you say he is?" she asked with a malicious tone that tasted bitter to me. "Is his
It was interesting how the human mind worked during a manic episode. There I was, having proposed marriage to my boss in a fit of rage. He didn't improve my embarrassment by reaching to his desk and pressing a button to lower the blinds automatically, shielding us from prying eyes.Then, he clasped
I glanced briefly toward my brothers. One was drowning in tears, and the other stared blankly into the distance, looking more lost than I'd ever seen him. They were like children, paralyzed, waiting for a call from their father that would never come."Richard and Julian are here too," I informed him
The chaotic shuffle of medical staff filled my father's room, mingling with the sound of Richard's quiet sobs as he clung to the side of the bed. Julian stood beside him, murmuring words of comfort, one hand resting on his shoulder. But none of that could drown out the piercing cries of Victoria."W
The infamous Jason must have something special. It was the only explanation I could fathom for Emma's state and why Sara had come to trust him so much. My grip tightened involuntarily on the steering wheel. Realizing it, I forced myself to ease up and focus on the present."Don't dwell on those thou
Lawrence Lewis's P.O.V.It was hard to imagine my marriage to Emma getting any worse. The circumstances surrounding it were already enough to guarantee emotional disaster for both of us. Still, nothing could've prepared me for how dire her condition truly was.I wasn't just talking about the convers
I arrived at my parents' house, greeted immediately by the warm, savory aroma of roasting chicken wafting from the kitchen. Mom was there, dutifully watching over the oven like it held the secrets of the universe. I dropped my briefcase on the couch and made my way to her, barely stepping into the k
I gave up. There was no point in denying what was painfully obvious at this stage. Instead of arguing, I just looked at Amber with a defeated expression, and she sighed."Of all people," she began, "I never thought Lawrence would be the most calculating and ambitious of the group." She raised a fing
His lips were on mine, his hands gripped my hips, and his strength guided the rhythm of his movements inside me. The pleasure coursing through my body was undeniable—until an irritating, insistent noise shattered everything, yanking me out of my bliss.I opened my eyes, greeted by the harsh assault
"We could do it without clothes," my friend suggested slyly.I glanced at his face—handsome, exactly the type that would usually ignite something in me. But here's the catch: I couldn't even remember his name, I wasn't as into him as I should've been for a suggestion like that, and I definitely knew
My love life was an absolute mess. That much was certain. But one of the few things that kept me going was the tiny glimmer of hope that Lawrence's wedding wouldn't actually happen. If, however, Lawrence and Emma were in love—or worse, if she was pregnant—that hope would vanish entirely.And so, her