“We need to talk”
The message appeared boldly on my phone screen. I stared intensely at it. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears a little bit louder. I knew who the sender was. Alexander Donovan, one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. A cold and aloof business man, a tyrant in the business world. So does the magazine I always read, says. The stranger I had signed a marriage certificate with forcefully. Being occupied with my feelings for Pete made me forget something this important. A heavy sigh escaped from my mouth. Having nowhere else to go and not wanting to go back to that coven to be dealt with by the memories of Pete, I decided to face this music once and for all. “ Driver, turn the car” I sighed “ take me to blue orchid restaurant” The blue orchid was dimly lit. Filled with exquisite people that screamed wealth and power. As I stepped in, I instantly felt out of place. With my dressing and worn out sneakers, it surely made me stand out. But does It matter, should it bother me, no not at all. They could stare at me with their clawing eyes for how long they wanted, she didn't mind. That's not my problem anymore. My eyes scanned the room and landed on a handsome, perfectly composed man. His tailored suit fit perfectly on his shoulder as they were meant to be. His eyes seemed to have noticed me as our eyes met, he raised a hand slightly, gesturing for me to come over. We sat facing each other, waiting for the other to break the uncomfortable silence. Alex gaze bore into me searching for something that seems to have not been lost. With those dangerous and calculating gray eyes that seemed cute but had a dark side. His perfectly crafted jawline moved tilting his lips slightly up in a grin. He had this aura that surrounded him which could suppress someone if the person was not careful enough. I clicked her lips already at my peak. My fingers tapped slightly impatiently on my crossed leg. “ Did you text me to stare at me or was it for something else?” I asked impatiently. He didn't respond and just continued staring at me. This action puzzled me so much and at the same time irritated me. If this was all he would do to waste my precious time, if I had one, then I would rather waste it in my hotel room trying to figure out how to get back at Pete. “ Excuse me” I stood up taking my small purse containing the documents earlier and was about standing up when his voice stopped me. “ A month” he said, still locking his gaze on my face. I raised a puzzled eyebrow before sitting back down. “ be my wife for a month and consider all your problems solved” I looked at him for a second before a sarcastic laughter fell out of my mouth. Problems, that was one way to put the turmoils that Pete had brought up in my life. The recent problems that had turned my life into a rollercoaster. Problems that made people think I needed help with one look at me. I gulped, blinking severally and fighting hard to stop the welled up tears from dropping “and what problems do I need saving from” my smile a bit sarcastic but shows enough pain. “ Mr knight” He sighed, his expression still unreadable as he stretched out a document he brought out of his pocket. “ You need my help Elena and I need yours. You only have two choices: you could either decline this and go back leaving a miserable life or accept this” I scoffed outloud a second time. Men, they were all the same, thinking they could get whatever they wanted whenever. “ And what do you get out of this” I demanded He hesitated for a second, before his eyes darkened “ I have my reasons” “ What?” I shots back“ that's not an answer Mr knight, you can't just ask someone for a fake marriage and not have a reason” He exhaled slowly as if choosing his words but frowned. “ I'm being threatened with my position to get married so I need someone I can trust to help me with this. It's temporary and you would be compensated” I laughs bitterly, “ so you need someone you can use to lie your way to the top” Alex could see the sarcasm plastered on my face. For sure no one would want this, no one would believe any of what he had just said. And now that I have faced a heartbreaking disappointment from my ex. I wouldn't just trust whatever he said simply. “ You are my wife whether you like it or not. I didn't bring it up so as not to upset you. Still It's a win win, you get financially stability and I get what I need” I sigh slightly looking at him, I'm still skeptical about this but I know that if I didn't accept this a lot of things would go downhill for me and now that Pete's had taken everything I definitely need a backup plan. I would use this opportunity to use him to get back at Pete. “ And what happens next after a month” “ The contract ends, we go our separate ways, you get what you want and I get what I want” And yet again, it felt wrong. I didn't love him and doesn't want any drama in my life anymore. “ I don't trust you” I said, my voice hard. “ You don't have to” Alex replied, his voice cold “ it's a business arrangement, nothing more nothing less” Sitting face to face with the famous heir of the SK group was one thing but the idea that I was his wife was another thing entirely. “ A month?” I hesitated “ A month” Alex confirmed. With a deep breath, I nodded , sealing my fate with a single word “fine” I said plainly after an unsure contemplation.Elena POV The car felt too quiet, like even the hum of the engine didn’t want to break my thoughts. I held the paper tighter than I needed to, fingers curled around it like it could crumble into ash if I let go.Catherine’s voice kept echoing constantly in my head. Her every sentence, and that one line. “Ninth of April, ring any bells?”God, how did she know about them?I stared out the window, but I wasn’t really looking. My mind was miles away, back on Fremont Street, back to horrors and terror as they rushed my parents into the hospital.How things went silent from then on till they brought the news to me.I bity lips slightly trying to hold the tears from coming out as my heart thudded louder than the car's tires on the road.I know her aim is to break me and Alex up and I shouldn't trust or think about anything she said but the thought of Alex ever been connected to my parents death was rather concerning.Everything just didn't make sense. I mean after they died, they immediate
Elena POVIf someone had told me Alex Donovan would turn into this doting, gentle giant, I’d have laughed them off. But here I was, standing in the kitchen, watching him fuss like some overworked mom.“You missed a spot,” I teased as I perched on one of the stools.He sniffled and blinked rapidly, turning his face toward me so I could see the tears streaming down his cheeks.“Onions,” he muttered like they were his mortal enemy.I bit my lip to hide my laugh. “Poor baby,” I cooed.“Shut up,” he grunted, swiping the back of his hand across his face.He went right back to dicing the onion into rather unneat little chunks, trying so hard to look like a pro even though he kept wincing like someone was peeling his soul.And that was just one of many hilarious scenes these past few days. Every morning was like my own personal comedy show. Alex fussing about food, rubbing my feet, even consulting Madam Wayne like she was some pregnancy whisperer.We still went to every appointment together,
Elena POV I followed him, grinning like a kid who just won candy.By the time we hit the kitchen, he was rubbing his face like a tired dad. “Alright. Cheesecake. From scratch,” he mumbled as I plopped myself onto the counter.“You can do it,” I cheered, chin in hands.He pulled up some YouTube videos and cursed under his breath as flour went everywhere, and at one point he tried to mix too fast and splattered cream cheese on his shirt.“You’re a mess,” I laughed.“You’re enjoying this too much,” he shot back, finally sticking the wobbly cheesecake in the oven like it was a ticking bomb.While we waited, he boiled water and stirred together a cup of hot chocolate, hands still covered in powder and looking a little grumpy but also kind of cute.I just sat there, hands on my chin, watching as his expression shifted from confused to baffled to surprise then to annoyed.I couldn't help but smile a little. It was really a good thing knowing that he's trying his best. At least for now I gue
Elena POVWe stayed under that oak tree for a long while, hands laced together like we didn’t even realize it at first. The sun had shifted higher, warm and golden against my face.“You mean it?” I asked him after a while, my voice small but hopeful.He glanced at me sideways, brow lifted. “Mean what?”“That you’ll talk to your mom,” I murmured, feeling my throat tighten.Alex was so still for a moment that I thought he’d shut me down. But then he sighed and nodded.“Yeah,” he answered. “I will.”Some of the weight I’d been carrying all morning seemed to loosen in my chest.“Thank you,” I whispered.He didn’t reply. Instead, his thumb brushed across my knuckles, his palm warm. It wasn’t much, but coming from him — someone so careful with feelings — it was everything.When we finally left the cemetery, my heart felt lighter.---The drive home was mostly quiet. Alex kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting lightly on my knee. Every so often, I’d catch him glancing over at me li
Elena POVEarly the next morning, the air was crisp as Alex pulled up to the cemetery gate. I held a small bouquet, hands trembling against the green plastic wrap. My heart felt heavy. Every inch of me wished my parents were still here, holding my hands, telling me everything would be okay.“You ready?” Alex asked quietly.I nodded, even though my legs felt like jelly. “Yeah,” I whispered.He parked and came around to my side. No words. Just a strong, warm palm hovering at my back like an unspoken promise as we made our way up the narrow path.That’s when I saw it.Sunflowers. Bright yellow petals against the gray marble of my parents’ grave. They hadn’t been here the last time. I stopped walking.My throat closed up as I stared at them, their blooms so alive, their colors so loud it felt like they were humming.Sunflowers.A tear slipped before I could catch it.There was only one person who knew.Nick.Nick was the only one who knew my mom loved sunflowers. Dad used to call me his
Elena POV“I am your what now?” I turned to him fully, brows raised so high I felt my forehead crease in disbelief.Alex didn’t flinch. His hand still held mine, resting firm and warm on my lap like he had every right to be touching me. His other hand gripped the steering wheel a little too tight.“My wife,” he said again, slower this time. “That’s what you are.”I blinked at him. Then blinked again. “Are you drunk?”He actually smiled. That irritating, confident smirk that made me want to throw my shoe at him sometimes. “No, Elena. I’m just stating the obvious.”“Obvious?” I scoffed. “You mean the contract marriage obviously? The one you keep reminding me is just ink on paper?”He didn’t answer right away. Just drove in silence for a few seconds, his jaw twitching. I could feel the air between us thick with tension.“You didn’t answer,” I pressed on not allowing him to escape this afternoon, ruining my meeting with Damien.His voice dropped, rough and low. “ Because, I’m tired of pre