Althea
There was a time when I wished I could live in a big mansion, with some maids ready to serve whatever I want, a dress you would notice from miles away, and an expensive wine to accompany me in a luxury bathtub.
In my imagination, I could get anything I couldn’t in real life.
“If I were born rich, I hope I get an endless supply of wine.” That was what Granny said when I asked her how if we had the chance to become rich. Due to her health, she never had alcohol–at least not on my watch. But that’s what imagination was all about, right? To want things you couldn’t have, to be able to do things you never did.
It all came true now, yet I wasn’t sure what to feel. The bathtub was nice, and the wine from my kitchen cabinet was indeed the nicest wine I’ve ever had in my entire life. To be honest, that was my first wine. All of these were nice, but I still felt restless. I hated to admit it, but the last conversation I had with that annoying man kept bothering me.
Leonardo and Josh told me about him. The only son of Osman Cox; and currently the owner of the biggest network security company in the state, Matthias Cox. “Asshole” Cox would fit him best, though. His father also died recently, so he was under the same circumstances as me. It seemed he got it easier on his side, since he had already gotten used to this rich life. And here I was, trying to figure all this stuff while hoping I didn’t blow my mind in the process.
I might have Googled him a little too much, but I would pretend I never did that. It wasn’t like he piqued my interest or anything. He was just Matthias Cox, a man I refused to have any dealings with–business or personal. Few days ago should and would be the first and last time I ever met him.
My father, Jessen-Keith Lewis, on the other hand, was the head of a beauty company, with 7 different brands under him–including the one I tend to use. He also invested in another beauty company as well, making him basically anywhere. It was easy to know about him, yet G****e knew my father better than I did. In fact, they knew his existence first before me. Yet it was me that had to deal with his mess. The kind of mess that rich people deal with.
For the last five days, I had to catch up with lots of things. Too many documents I’ve signed, I even lost count of it. The good news was my debt, including that shitty student loan had been paid. I moved to a better residence–better was an understatement for sure–and I didn’t need to deal with clients that asked too much for a little money. But those plus sides came with a price. A lot, to be precise.
The life of Althea Lewis that I had for these 25 years wasn’t useful here. I needed to be the new Althea Lewis: the one who knew how to be rich and how to act like one. Well, trying would not be enough. Tonight, I really needed to be one, because I needed to attend a party.
Josh sent me the invitation yesterday and said it would be my debut to the public.
“People already knew you, Althea. But they haven’t met you yet. So it will be nice to create a good impression. The people you’ll meet in this event will be a possible business partner, so do your best, okay? I’m sure they will love you.”
Josh trusted me more than I could trust myself, guess I should have thanked him for that.
But that brought me another problem. How exactly was I supposed to impress rich people? I wasn’t even one of them.
I hadn’t told anyone about my condition, though I asked my best friend, Katy, something similar.
“How to act rich? Well, I don’t really know about it, but I think the more money you have, the more pain in the ass you’d become,” she said when I Facetime-d her, just before I moved out from New Jersey. I just told her I had to move out because of my new job in a beauty company. It wasn’t like I was lying. I just withheld some information.
She wasn’t wrong with that one. I just happened to meet someone with that description: rich, yet also an asshole.
“Give me a better answer, Kate. Something that I can do easily.”
“Being rich isn’t an easy thing in the first place, hun. But, I bet it had to do with look. You need to look … you, know. Rich. Wear a luxury brand from head to toe. Learn some table manners and read a business book or something. Don’t rich people like to talk about business all the time?”
I wasn’t sure I could do that in a short period of time. Even if I was quite confident with my ability to learn and remember new things, play pretend still wasn’t my forte.
“Or just watch some films, Thea. I have some recommendations for you, bonus a hot male lead that will make you want to get laid–”
“Yeah, Kate. Thanks.”
I didn’t need her to talk more about that. She was my best friend, I knew, but she better give up to make me get laid. She had tried that when we were in college, and with this new stuff going on, sexual pleasure definitely wasn’t in my card.
I stared at the invitation on the dressing table, before I looked at myself in the mirror. I did my makeup like usual while trying the new products that I received two days ago–a sample of my father' company's new product. I guess the news about a new owner of the company had circulated, and they sent me some.
Trust me when I said I knew nothing about makeup. As long as it could cover my dark panda eyes and pimples as my results of stressful life, it would be enough. I picked out the nicest casual outfit I had, which consisted of white mesh with long sleeves and a beige midi skirt. I was busy learning how to be rich but forgot to buy things to make me look rich.
I might not have been a good actor, but I was good at trying things.
And that was my agenda today: trying.
It was better than nothing, right?
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AltheaI had my notes about a few stores to visit, and a list of things I need to buy to support my looks tonight. I went out and told Deborah, the one that worked for me, to wait. I knew it would be good if I had an extra hand for help, but I might only embarrass myself today, so I preferred to have no one as a witness.“You can manage the house while I’m going out. I have Mr. Lorell with me, so it will be fine,” I said, mentioning my driver. That was another life upgrade of my new life.“Where are we going, Miss Lewis?” Mr. Lorell asked when I got into the car and sat awkwardly in the back.“I want to go to Fifth Avenue,” I answered back. “Is there any fashion outlet that …,” I scratched the back of my head, “maybe the one that my father often visited?”“Mr. Lewis had a private tailor, Miss,” he said. “But if you’re looking for a dress, I might know a place. It’s also on Fifth Avenue.”“Oh, that’s nice. Can you take me there, Mr. Lorell?”He smiled once again while turning his hea
AltheaThe amount of experience I’ve had with men was just as much as my experience with business. It was basically nonexistent. Sure, I went on a few dates with some guys, thanks to your nosy dorm mate who was also your best friend. But I didn’t necessarily date them. To have a date wasn’t really in my checklist, considering you need some cash to enjoy it. I skipped my high school promp and my graduation night too. Dancing? I was as good as a statue. So, if I had to describe this night, it must be a night for me to do everything I had never and couldn’t do. Business, socialize, dance. You named it. The only thing I was capable of was holding the hand of someone I didn’t expect to hold.Matthias Cox.Despite I was the one who agreed upon this, it still took me by surprise. As I walked out from his limousine, grabbed his hand so we could walk side by side to the party, I kept wondering if this really was a good idea.Back at Forema Reflections, as much as I hated to admit, he really
MatthiasThere was nothing free in this world. That was the number one lesson the world had taught me.Not air, foods, especially freedom. You got to pay for those things, and the price sometimes couldn’t be paid by money.And that was the price of my freedom.I knew it would not be easy. Fuck, I expected that much, yet it still bothered the hell out of me. The scene from three days before night kept playing in my mind; how Althea froze in her seat, looking beautiful with those red lips that made me think the unthinkable for a second, but then surprised me with a reply.“You must be out of your mind.”I thought about it before. She wasn’t my type at all. She was way too naive and fragile. She wasn’t even ready to deal with this mess. But she was also my safest option. She was new to this, sure. And that was exactly the reason why. Because no one was behind her, controlling her. She’s probably the only one who wasn’t interested in my money. She barely had any interest in me, as much as
AltheaFor more than a week I lived here, I always thought this was too big for me. That was the reason why I preferred my bedroom, where the space fitted me more.Now, with Matthias here, my penthouse seemed to grow smaller. It wasn’t, of course. But his presence filled the whole room as he walked in and sat on the sofa, while I sat across him. Deborah made some tea and brought some slices of cheesecake and pastry, yet none of that was touched.None of us talked as minutes passed by. I sat down with my crossed legs, fully aware of the stares he gave me. Despite his closed lips, those blue eyes of his moved as if it was trying to tell me something. I couldn’t figure it out. He might have been judging me in his head, or cursing and planning other unthinkable things. Whatever he was thinking, it’s hard to ignore the way his eyes fixated on me.‘“Can you say something?”I finally muttered. Matthias raised his eyebrows but remained in his position, relaxed. “I thought you were regretting
MatthiasThe news about me and Althea were about to marry really spreaded fast. My phone rang nonstop, and I bet Althea was going through the same thing. It was exactly what I wished for. The faster the news expanded , the better. I had to make this as quick as possible.“So what are we going to say? It’s love at the first sight?” Althea looked at me full of judgement as she said it. “It doesn’t make sense. I hated you when we first met.”“And now you don’t?” I smirked.She rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t really matter.”I just wanted to tease her a little, but she was right. It didn't matter if she hated me or not. Our focus should be on what people thought of us. It was common to marry with no love at all. But people loved to see something they wanted to see. And our job was to put on a show, make sense or not.So here was the summary of the script: we fell in love at first sight and while going on a few dates, we decided to hit the marriage button right away.It shouldn’t be surprisi
AltheaNewsflash: preparing a wedding was one hell of a work.Well, I might as well be going to hell for faking a marriage, but the process of it was already painful. It was simple to get your marriage legalized. I once heard you could also get a drive-through marriage. Just one drive away, and you would get your certificate. But the thing being rich is, simplicity wasn’t in your dictionary. The more complicated it was, the better. The more the merrier. It was overkill for sure. I didn’t know anything about building a family. I barely had one. But Granny told me, a wedding was not the end. It was a beginning, either for a better life or a gate to hell. The amount you’ve spent on the wedding day wouldn’t guarantee a better marriage life. We sent the invitation two weeks ago, while the wedding was two weeks ahead. Despite Matthias hiring an event organizer and wedding planner, it didn’t mean I can cross my legs and do nothing.I still needed to do a lot of things, including this: we
MatthiasCountdown: one day before the marriage.Some people sure didn’t know when to stop, because they kept trying to ruin my mood despite knowing damn well nothing would change. If years trying didn’t do shit, what made them think that a day would?I gotta admit, they really got me to my limit.After I took Althea to her penthouse, I chose to rest a bit in my car. But just before I wanted to close my eyes, my phone rang.“Mr. Cox, we’ve done all as you said.” My assistant, Ren, said. “Those paparazzi were sent by Davos. We’ve gotten rid of any footage they took and warned them for any suspicious news.”That old man really didn’t know when to stop, huh? “He should worry about his coffin rather than bothering a woman twice his age.”“He’s been eyeing Erbeauty for quite awhile now,” Ren replied. Leonardo thought he could control Althea by treating her with those fake acts at first. His new target unexpectedly getting married to someone else was definitely not on his list. Everybody k
AltheaMy only reference of weddings were the depictions given by the media. You know how it went–that stereotypical grand weddings with a bunch of people invited, a giant cake that cost more than the annual wage of an average worker, completed by fancy catering as if it was prepared by a 3 Stars Michelin Chef (and probably it was). The merrier it was, the more in love were the groom and the bride. I never really dreamed of a wedding. Survival was always my priority. It still was. Despite all the preparations I’ve done, the fact that I sat next to my new husband and known as “Mrs. Cox” still didn’t feel right. All those wishes seemed like nonsense. This wedding was nothing but an act, a part of my survival plan.I remembered every single word that we exchanged at the altar. How both of us looked at each other, tried to convince the world that love was in this marriage.“I, Matthias Cox, take you, Althea Lewis, to be my wife. To be my friend, faithful partner, and my life from this
MatthiasThe flight took almost 7 hours, and I was tired when I landed in London. Luckily Ren booked the nearest hotel from the airport, so it took only a short drive before I could finally rest. When I opened my phone, I had some messages from Althea.Althea CoxDo you order this?Or should I be worried now that someone sent me some pasta with your name as the recipient?I quickly typed my reply.Matthias CoxMake sure you eat thatAlthea wasn’t that picky, so choosing a food to order was an easy thing to do. I’ve had another person that worked for me to order dinner for her, since in the morning she she had Mrs. Lare to cook for breakfast, eating outside for lunch. I’d make sure she wouldn’t skip any dinner while I was away.Matthias CoxOr do you crave for something else?I’ll order itAlthea CoxI can order it myselfHow can you order something when you’re in London?Matthias CoxYou must haven’t known me that well, wifeyAlthea CoxI don’t know if I should be impressed or
Matthias“Missing your wife already?”I tried not to throw my iPad to Ren’s head and let him put the wine I’ve requested before on the tray table. “You told her before you went, right?” I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to tell me that. Of course I did.”It wasn’t my first time going on a business trip abroad.As a network security company with clients all over the world, I often had to fly to various countries. However, this was clearly the first time I traveled with the status of being someone's husband. This time, I had to tell someone that I needed to go.I thought there would not be any different. Whether she said yes or no, I still needed to go.But it did. It felt different. I was hundreds of feet in the air, and someone below was waiting for me. “Just don’t die, okay? I don’t want to be a widow so soon, at least not in a few days.”That sounded better for me than to hear her giving a melodrama show like when a man had to leave his woman. “You better stay alive while I’m away
AltheaMy mother, he said.There was a time when I wondered what my mother was like and why I ended up with Granny instead of my parents, like most children. These questions went unanswered for years, until I decided to stop thinking about them.“Thinking about someone who isn't there is just a waste of time.” Granny once said. I agreed with her. Whether my mother was there or not, the wheel of my life kept turning. However, Tristan's words this time seemed to freeze time and my ability to think. I stared at him for God knew how long, trying to reciprocate with the fact that someone really knew my mother’s existence.Was it weird to say that I felt a little bit of stab in my chest? Jealousy, perhaps. Or some other feeling I haven’t experienced before. “Mrs. Cox, are you okay?” I blinked fast, then let out a small cough. “Ah, sorry. It’s just a little bit unexpected. I haven’t really talked much about my mother with other people.”And by that I meant not at all. Never. “I’m sorry,
Althea“Morning.”I doubted myself if I already woken up or was it the dream that was getting a little bit too realistic, but the scent of coffee and toast was way too good. It’s just I didn’t expect to hear Matthias greet me the time I stepped out from the bed.Should I call it our bed now?I walked to the kitchen as he put a glass of coffee with two egg toast on a plate. “Mrs. Lare asked for a day off because of her grandson's birthday.”Was it because I haven’t regained my full consciousness, or his cooking seemed quite delicious? I didn’t even know he could cook. “Thanks.” He nodded slightly and sat himself on the other side of the table, facing me. Judging by his look, he already took a bath. Maybe I should've too. His scent was still on me. Not that it was bad, it’s just … well, it wasn’t like I wanted to smell him all over my body forever.We sat there without any conversation going. He was busy with his food, while I had mine. The room was quiet, but that silence felt diffe
AltheaHusband.He said it, right? Or did I hear it wrong?There were some occasions where he claimed to be one, but that required a third, for, or God knew how many spectators. We were a husband and a wife when someone watched. Did someone watch us?I turned my back, scanning our surroundings. The airport was packed with a bunch of people, voices came from here and there. But here, we were only a few people out of many. Those who came here had their own purpose and business rather than to watch a fake marriage plan. No camera or media in sight. So why did he act like this all of a sudden?“No one is watching us,” he said, grabbing my attention back to him. “What are you looking for?”Your sanity. I almost uttered that to him. “So why are you saying that?”“Saying what?”“That I’m avoiding my husband.”He raised his eyebrow. “That is true, though.”“What is–”“I’m your husband, and you’re avoiding me.” He answered that with such confidence–no, it wasn’t like he was proud saying that
AltheaArt came with many forms and shapes, and had their own appeal. For me, painting was special because of one thing: because the artist could be anything without showing themself, hiding behind a canvas and a sheet of paper. I could make anything to represent me, while still standing behind the screen.Acting and stage play, on the other hand, was not my thing. Me from 3 months ago definitely wouldn’t have any thoughts about acting, let alone entering an acting school or courses. But these past few days, I was seriously considering it. Maybe I needed it as part of my survival kit afterall. Acting wasn’t that easy. And this time, I was forced to up my game, to act cool and fine not just in front of Ilya, but also Matthias. Both for two entire different reasons.“Morning, Althea.” Ilya's voice greeted me.I turned and saw her already wearing a casual outfit. Today, she had a flight to go back to New Zealand. If I wasn’t mistaken, her ticket was at 2 PM–I remembered that because Mat
AltheaToo many things happened out of the plan tonight.It was supposed to be a simple dinner, that was all. There was no making out in the parking lot, getting horny in the car, and went back to our penthouse rather than going back to Ilya.I didn’t expect all of these, yet it did. Did I regret it? I wasn’t really sure. I didn’t want to think about that either. Or to be exact, I couldn’t. My mind was occupied with whatever Matthias did to me. There was no time to think. The moment we arrived and went into our penthouse, Matthias slammed me against the wall, fusing his lips into mine once again. He took no time to dominate me, and all I could do was to succumb to his control.The things we did in the car were hot, but it wasn’t worth mentioning compared to what we were currently doing. This time, his hands were all over me, exploring every inch he hadn’t touched before. My face, my neck, my shoulder, my boobs, even my hips. He slipped his right hand inside my blouse, while the othe
MatthiasAfter all these years, she appeared.Five years have already passed, but she hadn’t not changed much. She was still the same Sloane Floyd I knew back then. Still with that bold look, flirtatious smile, and touchy as ever. She was definitely still with the same mindset too: she thought I was still in her grasp. Meeting her tonight wasn’t on my wishlist, or any other time. She was like a thorn in my body, so small that I didn’t notice, but when she appeared, I remembered the scars she caused. It was still there, burnt, and it needed to be calmed down. I wanted to take my mind from something I’ve thrown away years ago. I needed some distraction.And Althea happened to be with me.Since the start, she had stolen my attention. I didn’t think much of Sloane. She was not the reason why I took Althea with me. It was Althea herself. She took my sole focus with the way she looked at me and Sloane, to the way she stood up and said, “He is mine.”She said it as if she wanted to claim
AltheaEveryone knew who Matthias Cox was. It wasn’t a new thing for me to hear someone greet him all of a sudden, let it be men or women. This was definitely not my first rodeo. When we were out together on our date before the wedding, people greeted us on our way. Some media outlets openly approached us and asked for photos.But this was different. There was no camera, recorder, or any devices. It was only a woman with red plump lipstick, perfect manicure, and big boobs that came to our table. “You remember me, right?” When I heard it the second time, I felt like something was off. I knew I wasn’t that experienced with people and their personality, but even so I could feel when something was fake. Rather than sweet, I found it annoying. If I was Matthias, I would make the same expression too.Well, maybe not exactly that. I didn’t like it, but hearing it wouldn’t make me stiff and turned into a stone all of a sudden.“There is no way you will forget me,” she said once again, this