I was still buzzing from the unexpected kindness Sevi had shown last night, my mind replaying his warm smile and easy laugh as he drove me to my hotel. So when he suggested lunch, I agreed, curious about what more I’d find beneath his calm exterior.When I met him in the hotel lobby, he greeted me with the same gentle smile that seemed to soften every hard edge in my mind. Dressed in a simple white shirt and dark jeans, he looked effortlessly put together."I hope you like cafes," he said, leading me to his car.“I practically live in them,” I admitted with a grin. “Perfect place to escape without really going anywhere, don’t you think?”He chuckled. "Then I know just the place for you.”The drive was filled with snippets of conversation that made me feel like I’d known him far longer than just a day. It was easy to fall into step with him, and by the time we reached a tucked-away part of the city, I was utterly at ease.The cafe Sevi had chosen was nestled between tall, vine-covered
The same day, I never expected that Sevi would actually rent a luxury looking motor boat for us use. As the boat sped through the clear blue waters, island after lush island rolling past us in the distance. He’d whisked me away after our time at the café, suggesting we take a boat out to explore some of the quieter islands.“Are you sure this isn’t too much?” I’d asked, laughing at his casual insistence that I “just wait and see.”“Bridgette, you’re on vacation,” he’d replied, his tone lighthearted as he adjusted the boat’s speed. “The whole point is to unwind and not think too much about things. Let me take care of it.”And so I did. I let go, let the wind rush through my hair as we passed secluded coves, sandy beaches, and dense palm groves. We finally stopped at a small, private beach on one of the islands, where Sevi cut the engine and helped me out of the boat. Ahead, there was a table set with white linens and delicate lanterns that flickered like stars against the night sky.E
As Sevi and I settled down into the cozy talk, I leaned back, sipping my coffee and trying to digest everything that had happened today. This “fake fiancée” plan was risky, and though the thought of it had me half amused and half terrified, I couldn’t deny it had a certain appeal. Something about the way Sevi looked at me made me feel strangely comfortable, as if I could trust him despite how fast everything was moving. But it wasn’t until he looked at me across the table with a slightly hesitant expression that I sensed we’d be veering into new territory.“Bridgette,” Sevi began, placing his coffee cup down and leaning in a little. “Before we go any further with this plan, there are some things you need to know about my family. Particularly, my father.”He said it so seriously that my amusement faded, and I sat up, giving him my full attention. “Alright,” I replied. “I’m listening.”He exhaled, his shoulders tensing as he started. “My father, Antonio Reynolds… He’s not just a regular
The next morning, I was up early, curiosity thrumming through me after Sevi’s vague invitation. He’d insisted we had plans today, but I had no idea what he had in mind. The surprise element didn’t sit entirely comfortably with me—especially after agreeing to this “fake fiancée” arrangement—but Sevi’s disarming sincerity made it difficult to say no. Besides, there was something about him that drew me in. And perhaps, I enjoyed the distraction from the usual grind and endless expectations my life entailed.Around noon, Sevi picked me up, offering me a warm grin as he held the car door open. “Ready for another adventure?”I raised a skeptical brow, feeling half intrigued and half exasperated by his nonchalance. “Depends on where we’re going,” I replied, sliding into the seat. “You’ve been pretty tight-lipped about today’s plans.”“Trust me. You’ll like it,” he said, though the mysterious glint in his eyes had me wondering what, exactly, I was in for.The car ride was mostly filled with
Finally meeting Sevi’s father, Antonio Reynolds, felt surreal. From the outside, his sprawling estate was nothing short of intimidating, exuding power and influence. The manicured gardens, towering columns, and understated elegance told me more than any article or biography about the man we were about to face. My nerves buzzed with anticipation as Sevi and I walked up the grand steps, his hand steady and comforting in mine, though he didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to; his silence held a heaviness I could almost feel, like he was bracing himself for an encounter he would rather avoid.As we entered the mansion, a dignified older man with salt-and-pepper hair and an air of reserved confidence greeted us. Antonio Reynolds was nothing like I’d imagined. While his posture and gaze spoke of authority, his eyes held a warmth I hadn’t anticipated, a subtle, kind gleam that contradicted every mental picture I’d painted. He extended a hand to me, his smile polite, and his voice was gentl
The weekend approached faster than I could have prepared for, and with it, Antonio’s plans for an elaborate engagement party to celebrate the announcement. Sevi and I exchanged anxious glances when his father brought it up, but Antonio's excitement made it impossible to refuse. The look of hope in Antonio’s eyes, the warmth a proud father’s smile—it left me feeling oddly guilty about the lie I was entangled in. And although Sevi’s resentment toward his father was clear, even he didn’t have the heart to deny him the joy of seeing his “engaged” son in love.As the day of the party drew closer, our roles as fiancés became almost second nature. I was suddenly adjusting to the routine of holding Sevi’s hand, brushing his arm as we walked, and occasionally meeting his eyes with a feigned look of affection. It was convincing—perhaps a little too much so. Each time Antonio glanced at us with approval, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction, a pang of guilt gnawed at me. This wasn’t just lyi
The evening had only grown heavier with each passing minute, a calculated orchestration of small talk, polite smiles, and hushed tones under the strings of golden lights Antonio had adorned the terrace with. This engagement party was all about elegance, yet my mind was entirely elsewhere as I was clouded by the palpable tension hanging between me and the one person I wished had never shown up—Thiago.From across the room, I felt Thiago’s gaze on me, stealing glances whenever he thought I wouldn’t notice. It wasn’t anything explicit or inappropriate—at least not outwardly—but it was there, unignorable, like a fire licking at the edge of my carefully composed demeanor. Each glance felt like a luring magnet that was making me look into him. And I know that if I do that things would become a lot more awkward. I took a steadying breath while faking a smile on my face as I greeted yet another well-meaning guest offering congratulations for me and Sevi. Sevi’s arm was a comforting weight
The elegant ballroom shimmered with chandeliers and buzzed with animated chatter as it was turned into a splendid venue for commemorating my father's real estate company's tenth anniversary. The hall was crowded, and people sipped their drinks while enjoying the music of a live band playing soft tunes in the background. A scene full of charm and elegance that somehow couldn't fill the void I felt deep inside me despite all the beauty and luxury around. Amidst the crowd, I found myself wandering aimlessly as my steps took me in no particular direction. A gentle smile graced my lips, concealing the fatigue that weighed heavily on me as I warmly welcomed my father’s guests. Meanwhile, I scanned the crowd but couldn't spot my husband, Derick, anywhere. It felt like he was intentionally distancing himself from me, especially ever since he learned about my struggle to give him the one thing he longed for the most—a child. It was distressing for me, but it became even more painful when