If you've read my other books, you will have met Henry Conway before.
I spent Monday at home. I even went into the office at five in the morning to get a few things and left Kate a note that I would be working from home. I can imagine what she thought when she realised I wasn’t at work. I just thought it would be better to have some space between us. I’m not saying that I enjoyed it.I actually missed her. I missed her perfume wafting around the office, and the tap of her heels. She’s like a hummingbird flitting around the office in her sassy jewel-like outfits, the glinting of her small gold earrings when the sun catches them.Kellie had called saying that Kate had called in sick. I couldn’t blame her. She was only doing the same thing as me. I wasn’t sure how long to wait for Kate’s answer, but I resolved to give her a week. I went to work on Tuesday but Kate didn’t show. I was in trouble with Alma, too. She wanted to know why Kate had left the house so quickly and before pudding! I didn’t dare tell her what had happened. She would have strung me u
Darius and I planned to throw an engagement party. Remember that gaudy ring? He received it back from me, and then he asked what I wanted in its place. His brilliant idea was to involve a jeweller, have me choose two rings, and then surprise me with one of them at the party. It may be excessive, but at least I get to choose my bling!Here’s the thing I knew I needed to get an engagement ring, mostly for Darius’s mother’s sake. She’s a very traditional lady, and it would cause a stir if I turned up without it. Despite my doubts, I realized I had to put everything on the line to secure that five million pounds. Finding my long-lost sister or adopting a child are both options I’m considering. That money could make us all live happily ever after!Here’s when the real stress set in. We set the party for the romantic Valentine’s Day, which was a Saturday, only ten days away. Panic mode activated! I called up Henry, feeling completely lost, and asked, “Henry, who on earth am I going to invit
As I sat at my desk, Kate by my side, an indescribable mix of confusion and concern gripped my heavy heart. And let me tell you, I was bloody furious! I couldn’t help but ask, “Why me? What did I do to deserve this mess?” If Oliver had orchestrated this whole thing, it must have happened before Kate even entered the picture. I mean, it would make some twisted sense if it occurred after Kate came into my life, but then Sienna wouldn’t have even known she was expecting. And there she was, right in front of me, this young woman I’d never laid eyes on before. Yet, somehow, she was connected to me through a web of lies and deceit. The disbelief etched on her face as silent tears trickled down her cheeks spoke volumes. It was a modern-day collision of emotions, tangled in a web of secrets that threatened to tear our lives apart.Passing Sienna a pack of tissues, Kate offered her support. “Don’t cry, Sienna. We’ll figure this out,” she said, placing her hand reassuringly over Sienna’s. “Whoev
On the Thursday before our engagement party, Darius called me at the office to say his sister, Leo, had ditched school. She hasn’t been seen since last night. “I’m heading to Yorkshire in the helicopter to see what’s going on. She might turn up to the office, so can you hang out there in case she does appear there?” His voice sounded strained. He must be so worried. “Yes, of course I will. Poor love, do you know why she ran away?” Darius sighed. “It’s something to do with Seb. She adores him and Ethan, and I think she’s told some girls that she’s going to a party with him. Of course, they didn’t believe her and some sort of fight started. She might go to the house there, and I’ve phoned Mrs Cod to look out for her.” “Ok, I hope you find her quickly.” “God, so do I. I can’t think of anything worse, especially if she hitched a lift to York.” Damn, that would be dreadful. She was only seventeen, and if she got into the wrong hands, it didn’t bear thinking about. “Hopefully, I’ll see
The Wicked Witch of the West was due today. Yes, that’s my mother!. Honestly, she was the last person I needed to see. Yes, I know I invited her, but what with Leo here, and complete with black eye I knew my the woman would never let it rest. Even though she had given me guardianship of Leo while she frolicked in champagne and caviar in New York’s society, it didn’t stop her from sticking her oar in whenever she wanted. Leo hated it when she came over and had even talked Alma and George into letting her stay at their mews house on Friday night just so she didn’t have to sit at the table with her mother. I couldn’t blame her. Maybe I had done this wrong. Maybe Kate and I should have just run off to Vegas and got married in an Elvis Chapel. It would certainly have caused less tension.And if course my thoughts turned to Kate. You know, love and I don’t get on. I’d done it once–falling in love, that is. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I could never do it again. That little inte
As the time of the dinner with Darius’ mother approached, I couldn’t help but feel a knot of nervousness in my stomach. Meeting the mother of the man I was going to marry is a significant event, but knowing that she had different plans for his future added an extra layer of tension. I was well aware that she had someone else in mind for him, a girl she considered more suitable for their family’s status and wealth. It was a classic tale of societal expectations versus true love, and I found myself caught in the crossfire. She’d probably hate me for disrupting her plan with the girl she wanted him to marry. But what the hell, I just need to keep my eyes on the money.“Evening Jeff, how’s things with Leo and Mrs Graves?” I said as I got settled in the car.Jeff shook his head with a mischievous smile. “Oh boy, we’ve had a real rollercoaster of a day, but you know, I probably shouldn&rs
I don’t think I have ever been so angry for a long time. What the hell was my mother playing when she asked Kate who she was? I’d just bloody told her! And as for ‘Wish-I-had-never-heard-of-you,’ there was no way on God’s earth I would marry that woman. The outfit she was wearing was hardly appropriate for a family dinner. Flesh chiffon with strategic cutouts. From a distance, she appeared attractive, but once you engaged in conversation with her, it felt like prodding a snake with a stick. Her face remained expressionless.. Regardless of the topic, she skillfully redirected the discussion back to herself, making her ego seem larger than anything I had ever encountered. I wanted to talk to Kate in private, especially after the way she kissed me when she first arrived. I know she was pretending, but it felt genuine enough. She called me a liar when I said that I had missed her. But it wasn’t true. The more I saw her at work, the mor
Oh man, talk about a disastrous day! Here I am, strolling through Canary Wharf, the financial centre of London. I have an interview today for a job I really want, and wouldn't you know it, the weather gods decided to rain on my parade, literally. My supposedly trusty umbrella turned out to be more like a sieve, letting every drop of rain soak me to the bone. I have to say, it wasnt raining when I set off for my interview and catching a taxi would not help my meagre finances Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, along comes Mr Showoff in his flashy red penis extension, zooming past me like he's on a mission to create a tidal wave. Guess who ended up being the unsuspecting victim? Yup, me. I was drenched from head to toe, my clothes clinging to me like wet seaweed. It's moments like these when you question your life choices, right? But hey, there was a glimmer of hope shining through the rain clouds. I finally reached the building I was heading to, and stepping inside felt