༺RAYNE༻
It’s been a week since my life came crashing down. I’m broke, homeless and devastated. But at least I’ve got a roof over my head. Even if it’s a cheap dirty motel that could definitely pass off as a brothel. Thanks to the money that man had given me, I was able to pay for accommodation, get a few clothes and food. And now, I’m at the brink of being kicked out of the motel. I’ve also run out of my medication. I never would’ve thought my life would ever come down to this. I’ll never forgive you, Henry! The only fortunate thing about my miserable life right now is that I still have a job. I started working as an assistant secretary at Everhart Investments a few months before my wedding. It’s among the largest investment banks in the world. And like a fool, I deposited all the money I made into my and Henry’s joint account for our wedding. I trusted him blindly. Now look where it has gotten me. I’m back at work. I have to get my life together although, I’m not sure how. I don’t know how I’m even going to work when I’m constantly worrying about my meds and my bills. “Rayne!” Elena shrieks from behind me. “Or should I call you Mrs Manchester now?” I force a smile. “I’m fine with Rayne.” “It’s good to have you back. We missed you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it to the wedding.” “It’s okay. You didn’t miss much, really,” I reply, still wearing the fakest smile ever. Oh, she certainly missed the drama of the century. Elena escorts me to my desk. “So tell me. How was your honeymoon? Where did you two go for a week? Come on, spill!” I just wish she’d stop with her questions. How do I tell her I ran out of the altar after finding out my future husband not only got another woman pregnant but also slept with all of my bridesmaids? “How could there have been a honeymoon when there was no wedding?” Trish interrupts, making her way towards us. She smirks, staring at me, ready to start her BS. Oh, I despise her and the feeling is mutual. “What are you on about?” Elena asks. “The better question is where is Rayne's wedding ring?” Trish steps closer, a nasty grin on her face. “Oh, you didn't know? There was no wedding. I heard the groom's been knocking up every bimbo present at the wedding, even her best friend.” I wince as Elena's eyes bulge out of her head. I just want the ground to open up and swallow me. How did Trish even find out about it? If Trish knows, then everyone at work is bound to find out. I'm going to be a laughing stock here. “Trish, that's not funny.” Elena shoots her a warning look. “Oh please, it's not like I'm saying anything she doesn't already know. And let's not forget how Rayne made a fool of herself by running away from the altar in her wedding dress, screaming and crying like a madwoman.” Even though she's exaggerating the whole thing, it still hurts. Tears prickle my eyes and my heart squeezes in pain. I don't have the words to respond to her. "I never thought it was even possible to be more pathetic than you were," Trish continues. "Pity." She walks away. Elena turns to me. “I’m sorry, Rayne,” she sympathizes. “It’s fine." I turn on my computer, trying to focus on my work. But the pain is unbearable, I can barely concentrate. “Rayne,” Derek calls, heading towards me. “Santa called in sick. She's down with a nasty bout of food poisoning.” My heart sinks. Santa being sick means chaos in the office. She’s the secretary, the one who keeps everything together. She's the only one who interacts with the boss. Without her, the whole system falls apart. “You'll need to handle all her work today. And the boss needs those files in less than an hour.” Derek drops a stack of paperwork on my desk and I feel my heart drop to my shoes. It's like the universe is conspiring against me today. “You've gotta be kidding me,” I mutter under my breath. “Santa's files? That's a ton of work. I can't do it." “Well, I don't think you have a choice. You're her assistant after all." He points to the paperwork. "It's an acquisition project. Everhart is buying a tech start-up that's been doing really well. The boss needs the details for the negotiations in less than an hour.” Derek leaves and I get to work, scanning the files. It's all very technical and I don't understand half of it. I start typing out notes but my brain is so fuzzy, I'm not sure if I'm making any sense at all. The words are all blurring together and I can feel a headache coming on. This is harder than I thought it would be. The minutes fly by and before I know it, the intercom buzzes. “Rayne Sullivan, the boss wants to see you in his office. Now.” I feel my heart lurch into my throat. I'm not even halfway done with Santa's files and now the boss wants to see me? This can't be good. I gather the files and head to the boss' office, my hands trembling and my heart thumping in my chest. I've never met the man before. He seems to be a very private person. He has a private elevator and works in a locked office that's like a vault. He's almost never seen in public and never gives interviews. I've heard from Trish and some of my other coworkers that he's very good-looking. I can only hope his heart is as warm as his face. I knock once on the door. “Come in,” a deep voice says from behind the door.. The voice... It sounds familiar.... I swallow, clutching the papers in my grasp and slowly enter the office. And when I come face-to-face with my boss, my jaw drops. My eyes widen, my eyebrows shoot up towards my hairline and I'm sure my face drains of colour. It can't be. The same man... My one night stand is actually my boss? The nameplate boldly spells it out—Liam Everhart. I slept with Liam Everhart? He glances up from his computer and looks at me. I see something like a surprise flicker in his eyes. But suddenly, his expression hardens. “Rayne Sullivan?” His voice is icy and stern. I stutter, "Y...y...es." “I hear you're handling Miss Mauricio's work today.” “Yes, sir.” “Well, I need her files on the Peterson acquisition,” he tells me, stretching his hand out. I'm still dazed by the shocking revelation but Mr Everhart, on the other hand, doesn't seem bothered. In fact, it's like he doesn't recognize me from that night. I feel a prickle in my chest. How could he not recognize me? Or is he pretending? He takes the files from me, his fingers brushing against mine and I have to resist the urge to pull away. He begins to skim through, his brows furrowing. “What's this? You're not done?” he barks, glaring at me. “Actually, I...need some more time.” “Do you have any idea how much money is at stake here? This is a big deal, Miss Sullivan. Can you even handle it?” My vision blurs for a while and I open my mouth to speak but the words don't come out. This seems to infuriate Mr Everhart because his tone becomes harsher. “Well? Can you do it or not? I don't have time for timidity and incompetence. This is business. This is about money. This is about the future of this company. Do you think you can deliver or should I find someone with the brains to do it?” "I...I can do it," I stammer. "I can handle it, sir.” Mr Everhart narrows his eyes at me and leans forward. “You better. This is a make-or-break moment for you, Miss Sullivan. I want these files done and on my desk by the end of the day. If you deliver, I'll make sure you get a raise. If you don't, you can kiss your job goodbye.” I swallow hard. “Yes, sir. I'll get it done.” "Good. Now get out of my office and get to work.” As I reach for the files, I feel my head spin and my feet wobble. I know this feeling all too well—it's my blood sugar plummeting. I've gone too long without my insulin. My vision gets blurrier and I accidentally knock Mr Everhart's coffee off his desk. The liquid spills all over his suit, making his brows draw into a frown. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to,” I whimper and go closer to him and lean downwards. I start rubbing the liquid off his lower body frantically, my breathing heavy. “That's enough. Take your hands off me,” he snaps at me. But I don't listen. I keep trying to rub the stain off his suit. And that's when the dizziness hits me harder. I stumble and crash against his chest. Our lips almost touch and my hand presses hard against his groin. Oh no! His face turns red. I manage to get up and he follows. “What do you think you're doing? Are you trying to seduce me?” “No," I whisper. I'm sweating now and my stomach feels queasy. “Was the money I gave you the other night not enough?” “No, I—” “Get out. Get out of my office. Now.” I'm speechless, unable to form a single word. And then my body finally gives up. I expect to collapse on the floor. But instead, I feel two strong arms catch me. His face is the last thing I see before everything goes black.༺RAYNE༻ My eyes open groggily to find a man in a white coat standing next to me. I take in my surroundings. I inhale a deep breath when it dawns on me that I'm in a hospital. How did I get here? “Hello, Miss Sullivan,” the doctor speaks, observing me. “How long have I been out?” I mumble. “Just a few hours,” he responds. “It appears you have severe diabetes, type 1 diabetes to be exact. Your blood sugar levels were critically low but we got it under control. It seems you've been neglecting your treatment and it took a toll on your body.” I've been expecting this to happen but I dreaded it. I've got no money for my insulin injections and other medications. “How did I get here?” “A man brought you in this morning. He goes by the name Liam Everhart. He covered all of your expenses and paid for your follow-up treatment and medications. He's quite concerned about your health.” The mention of Liam's name takes me by surprise. He really paid for all of this? Why would he? H
༺RAYNE༻ I blink once, my mouth parting wide open. I blink again, my eyes roaming over Mr Everhart’s face. And in that instant, I burst into a loud, hearty laugh. Heaven knows I haven’t laughed this hard in ages. “Oh, Mr Everhart, I didn’t realize you had a sense of humour,” I say, shaking my head as my laugh fades into a low chuckle. Mr Everhart glares at me, one of his eyebrows wrinkled. “Excuse me?” My chuckle wears off into a half smile. “I’m sorry… It’s just… What you said is very funny.” His lips twist into a frown and his jaw tightens. He stares me down like a man assessing some secondhand goods, wondering whether they’re worth the price on them. The stern look on his face makes me buckle up. I clear my throat and adjust my sitting position, moving slightly away from him. He doesn’t tear his gaze from me and it’s making me really uncomfortable now. “What do you take me for? A clown? A stand-up comedian?” he snarls. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I
༺RAYNE༻ I’m temporarily lost for words and I’m certain my face must’ve twisted in shock like a clown in a kid’s birthday party. My jaw slackens and my eyes probably look like they’re ready to pop out of their sockets. “$10 million?!” I say in a squeak, my mouth instantly watering. Mr Everhart nods. I snatch the papers I’d tossed and begin skimming through them like a hawk. And then I see it written in bold—$10,000,000. How on earth did I skip this? That’s such a ridiculously large amount. I can’t believe he’s willing to throw it away just like that. This marriage must really mean that much to him. He must be desperate or crazy—or both. But why me? Mr Everhart carries on, still calm as ever. “And that’s not even counting the other perks that come with being my wife. Lifetime health insurance, a generous monthly stipend,” he pauses and then adds, “basically anything you want. All you have to do is be my wife for one year.” My heart starts beating like a marching band. I bite my l
༺RAYNE༻ Liam takes me from city hall to his house, a ridiculously huge mansion in the upper east side of New York City, the part of town where only the super-duper rich people live. I can't stop myself from staring at the place. It's breathtaking. “If you're done gawking, you can come inside now.” Liam's irritating voice ruins the moment for me. Ugh! He's so annoying and so arrogant! I roll my eyes at his back and stick my tongue out when he's not looking. He walks ahead of me while his bodyguard is just right behind me like a big, burly watchdog. I follow Liam up the beautiful sweeping staircase at the entrance and through the large wooden doors. As soon as I step inside the foyer, I gasp like a goldfish out of water. The mansion is a billionaire’s paradise! My eyes dance all over the place, admiring the interior and I walk further into the living room. There are quite a lot of chandeliers, all glittering like magical, light-up disco balls. The artwork on the walls looks like i
༺RAYNE༻“Get ready. We’re going shopping,” Liam informs me, not even meeting my gaze. He turns his back to me and mutters something to Derek, his bodyguard.I nod as if he can see me and go to my room to get changed. I pick a plain black dress from my bag, slip it on and glare into the mirror. Satisfied with my simple look, I stride to the living room where I find Liam on the phone waiting for me.His eyes rake my body slowly as he gets off the phone. “Let’s go,” he gruffs, leading the way to the garage.It’s very spacious, with a wide collection of luxury cars―Mercedes Benz, Rolls Royce Cullinan, Bugatti Veyron and others I’m not very familiar with. He opts for his BMW and lets me get in first.It’s been three days since I began living with Liam and I have to say it’s been pretty great. Although I didn’t see much of him, I kept myself occupied with exploring the house, stuffing my faces in delicious food and stuff like that.I haven’t really spoken to Liam since the day I got here. B
༺RAYNE༻ Liam takes a hold of my arm and yanks me towards him. Still gripping my arm, he spins me, causing me to back him. And then he leans downwards, his body close enough that I can feel his heat seeping into me. I shiver when his hot breath fans my ear. He holds my blonde hair in a handful and pushes it to one side, leaving the other side of my neck bare. His fingers slowly trail patterns across my shoulders and work their way to my neck. His touch turns me into a puddle of molten desire. My body freezes for a moment and I'm unable to make sense of what's happening. Liam brings his fingers to my arm, grazing my skin upwards while lowering his face to mine from behind. And his breath. Oh my God, his breath on my neck makes goosebumps dance along my skin like excited children. I think he's going to do what he said he'd do. The thought is awfully thrilling but terrifying at the same time. I don't want him thinking he can get in between my legs whenever he wants. I'm still a person
༺RAYNE༻ Liam reaches where I'm standing and it's like he senses the tension because he immediately snakes his arm around my waist. I smile at him and lean into his chest. Hallie and her bimbos' faces all turn pale, their jaws dropping wide open and their eyes stretching even wider. I wish I could savour the look on their faces forever! “Is there a problem, babe?” Liam's eyes dart between me and the trio of bitter has-beens. I shake my head and cling to Liam even more, slithering my hand, the one with the diamond, on his chest. The trio follow my every movement, too stunned to even utter a single word. I was right when I said I had a talent for shutting bitches up. “There's no problem, darling,” I purr, smiling sweetly at my fiancé. “I was just telling these girls about your exquisite taste in jewellery. I mean, look at this beauty!” I'm doing it again! Flashing my ring at them, that is. One of Hallie's clones gasps. “No way! No freaking way! You're Liam Everhart!” Liam stares
༺RAYNE༻ “Oh my God! It's Liam Everhart!” “That's Liam Everhart!” “Is he really here? I can't believe this!” The paparazzi and the rest of the people go nuts as soon as Liam steps out of the limo, his bodyguards swarming around him. Why am I not surprised? Liam barely attends these events and rarely ever grants interviews. I bet the press have been dying to catch him at an event like this. Liam adjusts his suit—a black Tom Ford tuxedo, fitted and sleek. I'm still sitting in the limousine, watching him and the wild crowd. I suck in a heavy breath, going over everything Liam told me like a kid rehearsing before a big performance. He has been schooling me on how to walk, talk and even think like the people of his status. He's practically taught me everything I need to know including the important details about the Everhart family. I know all of his family members now and even what they look like. Liam backs the paparazzi and turns to me. He offers me his hand and gives me a tight-l