Still lost in my own thoughts, I barely noticed the figure that approached me from behind. “It's beautiful, right?” a voice asked from behind me. I was a little startled, and I turned around to see Sterling, my fiance, standing behind me with a glass of wine in his hand. His presence was unexpected and it surprised me. How did he even find me? I thought. “Sorry,” he apologized softly, looking at me with an apologetic expression. He must have noticed that I was shocked. “You surprised me,” I mentioned with a small frown on my face. Then I dropped my hand from my chest. “Sorry again,” he said again. And I simply nodded, averting my gaze back to the garden. “You're right. It's beautiful,” I answered his question after a couple of seconds of silence. “This garden belongs to my mother. She loved them just as much as she loved us,” Sterling stated. His voice has a hint of sadness and longing in it. And I had to turn to look at him. He was staring at the garden with a mix of regr
I stared at my reflection in front of the long ornate mirror. Today, I was having my fitting with my groom-to-be, but he is yet to show himself. So I was alone at the fitting shop with my best friend, Dianne, and step-sister, Erica who decided to come along with me. At the moment, I was dressed in a white breathtaking wedding gown, paid for by my fiancé's family. I didn't actually expect less from them, knowing how wealthy they were. The gown was impeccable. An ethereal masterpiece, crafted with delicate lace that cascaded down my figure, clinging to my curves in all the right places. The bodice was meticulously adorned with intricate beading, shimmering in the soft, flattering light. A flowing train extended behind me. “Oh, my God! Your gown is beautiful on you,” Erica awed as she stepped into the fitting room. “You look so gorgeous!” Her eyes were wide open in sheer admiration as she stared at my dress.My step-sister, Erica was always an embodiment of love and support and if
Sterling POV I shut my eyes and loosened my tie as I fell into my office seat. It has been a long day as I've been working from one meeting to the other. A heavy sigh escaped my lips and I leaned back on my seat, tiredly. I felt exhausted more than I should and I understood more than anyone why it was that way. That's why I need a solution as quickly as possible. I have barely taken a fifteen-minute break when my intercom rings. Groaning, I took the call and my secretary informed me that I had a visitor. Without asking who it was, I permitted her to let the person in and then ended the call. A few seconds later, my sister's cat walked into my office dressed in a fitted leather trouser, a chiffon blouse complimented with a black leather jacket and black boot shoes. In her hand, hung a new Chanel bag. I wasn't expecting her visit, but I don't remember the last time that Anna asked for my permission before coming over to the office. Most of the time, it was for my own good but i
Calliope POV“Ladies,” a familiar voice called from behind us. We turned around to see who just walked into the room. My eyebrows creased in the middle with mixed expressions at the sight of our unexpected visitor. To say I was surprised to see Kyle Larson was a big understatement. Kyle Larson was my ex-boyfriend. And he was the one who just came into the fitting room, unannounced. Kyle and I had quite a history together. We were first friends before we started dating. We dated for a couple of years before the changes started. And it'd been a year now that I last laid my eyes on him. I haven't seen him since we broke up and he had to go for rehabilitation for his health-related issues - which he refused to admit to me. Seeing him now brought back old memories that I don't like to remember. I had to act like I was fine for the sake of my best friend and step-sister, Erica. “Calliope, Dianne, Erica, hi,” he acknowledged each one of us, greeting us as he rubbed his hands togethe
Simply do what?” a voice asked from behind, and my heart skipped a beat at the now familiar voice of Sterling. As I and Kyle both turned around, Sterling was walking in with his usual confident and commanding stance, hands tucked inside his pocket and an impassive expression masking his face. I was both relieved to see him at the same time, scared of what he might do. Here was my fiance and my ex-boyfriend in the same room. I wasn't sure what would happen. Because now, Sterling had his gaze narrowed on Kyle. Even Kyle didn't fail to notice his expression. Also, Sterling had a towering height that seemed threatening to Kyle's average height. Kyle suddenly stood upright, the desperate and pleading expression suddenly wiped off his face the moment he locked eyes with Sterling. “Hello, Mr. Vanderbilt,” he greeted in a polite tone. “I've heard a lot about you. It's such an honor to meet you in person,” he said with a grin on his face. I was a little confused at the quick change of e
When I looked up at him, the expression on his face made my heart skip a bit. Sterling was angry. His expression showed that much and his jaw and muscles seemed tense.I was about to speak up first to debunk any idea that might be in his head, but he beat me to it. “Why did you let him in?” His question stopped my attempt at defense. A sigh escaped my lips as I tried to be calm. Nothing would come out from the both of us getting angry. “I didn't have a choice,” I answered. “You don't have a choice?” Sterling sneered. His face was etched with exasperation. This was the first time that I was seeing this angry exasperated Sterling. And honestly, I don't think that I like this side of him. “What do you expect me to do when he comes unannounced?”“Why would he come here unannounced?” he asked, rhetorically and then answered his own question. “That's because he knew that you won't send him away.”“What? That's not true.”“Then tell me the truth.”“You are not even sure about that,
The room, once filled with tension and the echoes of our heated argument now seemed to hold its breath. The weight of our disagreement lingered in the air. My wedding dress was still draped elegantly around me, like a delicate veil. I turned away from Sterling towards the mirror. I decided to look at myself once more since I would be taking off the dress soon. Delicately, I gently touched the lace of the dress on me. I lifted my gaze from the dress and looked up at the mirror, but I caught Sterling staring at me. Our eyes locked on the mirror. And neither of us broke the eye contact. As our eyes met, I saw a myriad of emotions swirling in the depths of his gaze. The flicker of anger had dimmed, giving way to a mixture of regret, longing, and a hint of vulnerability. His lips, once tightly pursed, now carried a trace of softness, as if he yearned to reach out to me. In that fleeting connection, I caught a glimpse of the complexities buried beneath the facade of our arranged engag
I kept hearing a ringing sound in my sleep, but right now, I was too tired to care or even pick up the call. I was so tired after going through the ordeal of my dress fitting, meeting the event planner, and then spending hours making new artwork for an art exhibition with my friends. My bones and muscles were weak and I had every intention of staying in my bed for half of the day. But that wasn't the case as my phone won't stop ringing. With a groan and a yawn, I hunched closer to the drawer and picked up the phone. I didn't even bother looking at who was calling, I picked up the phone, slid the call icon, and then brought the phone to my ear. “Hello.”“I've been calling you for almost an hour,” the angry voice boomed from the other side of the phone. Frowning, I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at the caller even though I already knew who it was - Sterling Vanderbilt. I ran my hand over my face before bringing the phone back to my ear. “Good morning, Sterling. My
“You think I want to be with you too.”His statement felt like a slap to my face. Suddenly, I felt a rush of emotions as his words hit my ears. I must say that his statement did touch a nerve. I don't know why, but it hurt like hell. I felt tears pooled at the back of my eyes. His statement just confirmed my thoughts about the conversation which I overheard him having with his grandmother. Sterling continued, oblivious to my feelings. “I don't want to be here either. I hate that I had to lie to my grandparents. I hate the fact that I yelled at my grandmother just because of you. You mean nothing to me and you seem to be forgetting that. So you better watch what you say and stop acting up,” he warned. He seems mad. His jaw was clenched tightly and his brows furrowed deeply in the middle in exasperation. “I am acting up?” I asked as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. But I fought the urge to do so. “You think I am acting up.”“Then explain all this?” he said, gesturing with hi
“Grandpa, Callie, you are here,” Sterling's voice took our attention away from the paintings and we both turned around. Sterling was standing at the door post, a slightly worried expression marring his face. “Yes, son. What is wrong?” the older man asked, noticing the look on him. “You don't look good.”“We have a problem,” he deadpanned. “Problem? What problem?” the old man asked. “There is a heavy rainstorm all over town now. All roads are blocked. What are we going to do?” he gazed at me. “That's right. I didn't tell my parents that I won't be returning home.”“It's…”“You can just call them,” Grandma Ellen's familiar voice came from behind Sterling and then she appeared beside them. “I can't let my grandson drive back to town in this kind of weather.”“My wife is right. You should sleep over,” Grandpa Chris agreed with his wife. Sterling and I exchanged a look. He kept quiet, so angrily, I tore my gaze away. “There is enough room for the two of you.”“You can both take the
As I tried to find my way back to the living room, I found a room whose door was ajar and I got curious to know what was in it or if someone was inside. Slowly, I pushed the door wide open. And then took cautious steps inside. Suddenly, the light flickered on, illuminating the beauty in the room. My mouth suddenly turned wide agape in astonishment. Oh, my God! For a few seconds, I just stood close to the door, gazing round at the wonders in the room.I found myself surrounded by a captivating display of art. The space was adorned with paintings from renowned artists, each one a masterpiece in its own right.It was a private gallery. I would call it a mini art gallery. Was this how wealthy Sterling's grandparents were? Those were huge amounts of money. Wow! Families of Billionaires! I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. These rich people were such lucky people. I kept exclaiming as I gazed upon the vibrant strokes and intricate details. And in that moment, my worries see
After the brunch, I decided to take a break by looking around the house. The butler decided to be my tour guide since Sterling wanted to speak with his grandparents. I took a few minutes, admiring the beautiful house and the greeny scenery that surrounded it. After a while, I felt pressed, so I turned to the older man who was my guide. “Please, where can I find the restroom?”“Oh, just walk straight down the hallway, turn left and the fourth door by your right is the guest lavatory.”I repeated his instructions and he corrected me. I said the instructions again and when I got it right, he nodded with a warm smile. “Thank you,” I appreciated and then I went in search of the restroom, following his description. After relieving myself, I tried to find my way back, but I got lost. I was confused in the large maze of a house. I was hoping to find someone who would help me find my way back to the sitting room. But no one was in sight. Then, I heard voices coming from one of the rooms.
After a couple of minutes into our food, Grandpa Chris spoke up asking me, “How do you both meet, Callie?”Both I and Sterling exchanged a surprised look. We haven't thought about that. So we don't have any plan on what to say. I raised my gaze to see the couples staring at us expectantly for our response. His grandmother had a narrowed gaze at me. This was unavoidable. I exchanged a look with Sterling, hoping he would be the first one to talk. But he didn't seem like he would respond. So, I let out a deep breath. “We met at the mall,”“We met at an art exhibition,” both I and Sterling chorused and the two couples looked at us with quirked brows.I couldn't blame them. Both of our simultaneous answers were contradicting. I exchanged a suppressed annoyed look with Sterling. He shrugged a shoulder and then plastered a sweet smile on his face. And I felt like hitting him in the face. But I held myself back. “I actually first saw Callie at a mall,” he spoke up before I could say an
Then she said something that left me utterly confused and dumbfounded. “She is not Julie Stewart!”Julie Stewart! Who is Julie Stewart?I asked myself internally. And I turned my gaze toward Sterling, silently pleading for some kind of answer. Who was his grandmother expecting instead of me? But he didn't look my way. He was looking at his grandmother. But the expression on his face has changed. He wasn't looking pleased. “No, Nana. She isn't. This is Calliope, the woman I love and whom I am engaged with.”“But, Sterling…”“Let's not talk about that, Grandma,” he said, his voice pleading as he stared at her in the eyes. The woman seemed to understand and she sighed before nodding. I saw a look of relief wash over Sterling's face before he turned to peer at me. He flashed me a small smile despite me staring at him with a confused expression. I was in the dark. “So you are my grandson's fiancée?”“Y-yes, ma. I and Sterling are in love and he…”“I didn't ask for any story.”“Oh,”
The first thing that caught my eye was the back of a woman in a long beautiful dress whose grey hair was packed tightly into a ponytail at the top of her head. Even from her backview, she exuded authority.She was staring at what the maids were doing at the dining table. While still backing us, she spoke up again, her eyes not leaving what the ladies were doing. “Honey, hurry up, Sterling will be here anytime soon.” Then she looked at her watch. “Alright. I've heard you,” the other voice responded. The voice sounded close by. So I guessed it must have been coming from one of the rooms that surround the dining area. “I guess that must be your grandmother,” I said in a whisper to Sterling. I don't even know why I was whispering. Then I looked at Sterling's face. He had a smile on his face as he watched the woman. “Yes,” he responded, with a proud smile. Then he shifted his gaze to me. “Remember what I said to you. We can't let them know that this is an arranged setting. Okay?”“
“What do you want to know?” he asked without looking at me. I shrugged before responding. “Anything. Any clue about them because I don't know if they have an idea that our engagement is an arranged one and-”“No, they don't,” he retorted. I peered at him, but he wouldn't spare a glance. “It's just between our families. My grandparents aren't supposed to know about it.”“Oh, okay.”I nodded in understanding. The same goes with me. I couldn't tell other members of my family and my friends that I was getting married to a billionaire through an arranged marriage by our fathers.It sounds weird to the ear, doesn't it?Sterling added, “That means one thing-”“We have to pretend better,” I completed. He turned to look at me. It was probably because I just said what he had in mind. Then he nodded in concord. Fortunately, we are both on the same page with that. “Yes, you are right. We have to act well for them to believe that we are truly in love. Grandma Ellen and Grandpa Chris are the k
As I stepped into the outside sun of my apartment, into the bustling city street, a smile curled up my face. And right then, my eyes fell on a figure standing amidst the chaos of everyday life. My fiance and groom-to-be, Sterling Vanderbilt. Immediately, my mouth fell wide agape. Oh, my God! I exclaimed inwardly. There he was standing, looking handsome as ever, his presence commanding attention. He looked totally different from the guy I knew who always wore a suit. This different Sterling was dressed in a burgundy short-sleeved shirt which accentuated his well-built physique and impeccably tucked into his black trousers. A mix of black and burgundy Italian dress shoes on his feet. He effortlessly exuded an air of confidence and sophistication. My gaze was drawn to his dark, lustrous hair, which was well gelled and combed which perfectly framed his attractive features. And then to his face. He wore black sunglasses which adorned his face, adding an air of mystery and intrigu