ALENA"Alena!" my elder sister, Celeste, shouted from downstairs. I was up in my bedroom reading some magazine I had found on the couch downstairs. I didn't have the power to answer because it was obviously one of her tantrums. It was always the torture Alena game in this house. “Alena Cora Weston!" she shouted. She was probably trudging upstairs now. My family members calling me by my full name meant fire. I had asked for it anyway but was it really necessary to answer a scolding call? In two minutes my door burst open revealing Celeste. She glared at me with her you-have-not-seen-the-last-of-me eye. "I've been calling you for ages yet you've been here all along pretending you couldn't hear me, Alena and what on earth are you doing with my magazine. I thought I warned you not to touch my things without my permission," she hissed, snatching the magazine away from me leaving marks on my hand with her long expensive nails. As if the drama wasn't enough, my mother, Lynette Weston, m
DYLAN"You are kidding me, right, Dad?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. This was obviously some sick joke he was playing on me. No need to get worked up. Dad took the newspaper from my hands and read the headline on the front page. A smile immediately formed on his gracefully aging face. He looked somewhat satisfied. "Well, at least the media did everything right this time around,” he commented before tossing it away on his desk. My dad then leaned against his desk and put all his focus on me. I was fuming. He motioned for me to sit down and I did so reluctantly. I just needed a simple and straightforward explanation but my dad seemed to have a different plan. “Dyl, my son, you have to get married," he said softly in his convincing voice. I raked my hair with my hand trying my best to look calm. I failed terribly at it. I lowered my tie and unbuttoned the neck button. I poured myself a glass of water and gulped it down then looked straight into his eyes. “What on earth is this dram
ALENA"Smile, Cora. This is your moment," Steve whispered into my ear as he walked me down the aisle. Nervous was an underestimation of how I was feeling. My palms were sweaty, my knees were trembling and my face was burning. I wore a gorgeous mermaid dress that was obviously a designer dress. It must have been Celeste who picked it out because everything was her taste. I had put a lot of effort into my looks for the first time in forever. I hoped it was at least fine. I dreaded this moment. I had always dreamt of my dad walking me down the aisle but fate had had other plans. At least Steve was there. I knew deep down he still had a soft spot for his younger sibling. We finally made it to the altar and there I was standing next to my would-be husband. Maybe I missed the moment but he hadn't looked at me even once. His face was glued at the priest and he didn't look that happy. Heck, he didn't look happy at all. Despite all that, I was still amazed by how effortlessly handsome he
ALENAMy tears finally gave in. He was hammering my heart. This was nerve wracking. “What… What is going on? I've never met you before but you seem to have something strong against me." "You just had to come into my life the moment when everything was beautiful. You actually seem happy with this arrangement." "Did I ruin something precious to you?" "Yes. Yes you did! I can't be with the love of my life right now because of you. She is my everything. My world. I wanted her to be at the altar with me. I wanted to say wedding vows to her." "You have a..." "Yes, I have a girlfriend, and I'm not ending things with her. If anyone has the right to be my wife then that's her." Adrenaline flooded my veins. He was in love with another woman? By the looks of it this wasn't just some ordinary love. He was head over heels in love with this woman. His eyes were now sad. I could see the intense pain and sadness in his gorgeous eyes. The fact that I was the cause of this pain stabbed my pou
ALENAFinally there was some peace and quiet after two weeks of constant chattering, long sessions of ‘how to do this and that' and all the drama. We only had one night till the wedding reception which would be a grand affair so everyone left the house to give us privacy. This was not just some ordinary wedding reception. A billionaire from the Cameron family was getting married to a Weston. It had to be a wedding reception that would make history. It was belated but for the sake of tradition we had to have it and make things officially official in front of everyone. I had to be taught literally everything from scratch because according to my mom, she wouldn't like being embarrassed in front of all the reputable people that would be present. I had come across Dylan a couple of times downstairs and in the hallways. He had not looked at me even once and whenever I tried to speak to him he just left me there looking stupid. He was very busy with the preparations. Everyone was. I won
ALENA"Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that you were in here. I'll leave," I apologized, nervously turning to leave. "No. Please come in, Alena," he offered, pausing his game. He stood up and guided me in then he patted next to him gesturing for me to sit down. He looked friendly and welcoming so I sat next to him making sure there was some considerable distance between us. I avoided eye contact with him and started playing with my fingers. "Awww. You are so shy, it's cute,” he gushed tucking loose strands of my hair behind my ear. My cheeks immediately heated up and I found myself smiling shyly like an idiot. There was a dramatic pause as he stared at me with his elbows resting on his thighs. I turned to him and saw an amused sparkle in his warm welcoming chocolate brown eyes and then he broke into a smile. "What?" I asked, trying my best to avoid eye contact. Who on earth was he? "You are so adorable and lovely. I think I'm falling,” he murmured in a singsong voice that made m
DYLAN"Is everything in place, Ezra? Everything has to be perfect," I asked Ezra, patiently checking my watch momentarily. "That's like the fifth time in a row you've asked me that obvious question, Dylan," Ezra replied, putting his hand on my arm. "Everything is perfect and everything will go according to plan. Your dad, Mrs. Weston, Celeste, Steve and other relatives are handling the guests,” he reassured me. "And Alena? When will she be done? It's been like three hours since they started dressing her up." "Oh, c'mon. She's the bride. She has to look exquisite so they are putting their maximum effort into it. They should be done in fifteen minutes." "Fine. I guess I have to wait then.” "I'll head to the ballroom. All the best, Dylan. If you need anything at all, I will make sure I'm in sight at all times.” "Sure, Ezra. See you around." Ezra disappeared down the hallway leaving me all alone in the hallway. I was nervous but I made sure to maintain a neutral facial expression.
DYLANThe events of the night rolled in perfectly well as I introduced Alena to my relatives and close friends. I liked how she handled my relatives. She was polite and treated them like her own family. Gwen had no time and patience to handle my family. We seriously had to work on it if she was going to be my wife. I noticed that she was smiling. Her beguiling oyster white teeth lit up the room. After a long while of attending to guests we were served some amazing wine. The Westons owned a successful beverage company that produced the best wine, alcohol, juices, sodas, energy drinks and so forth. Their company was worth billions. They were into other industries too like us but that was their major production. "You are doing great. Great job with your voice." "Uhm, thanks. You guys must have really worked hard on this. It's perfect and I'm sure everyone loves it." She was just adorable and it was like she only had nice stuff to say. "You didn't reply me the other day when I apolo
DYLAN"Baby, you have to wake up now. It's almost noon. Come on, Dyl," Gwen purred as her fingers brushed my hair."Two more minutes. I'll be up soon," I murmured, and I felt her peck my lips."Your dad must be worried about you, Dyl. You have to go home."Oh shit! I quickly shot my eyes open and sat up. I looked around and realized I wasn't in my bedroom. I was in Gwen's bedroom.To top it all off, I was naked. We definitely had sex. I couldn't exactly recall what happened, but I remembered coming to Gwen's apartment after a very long day to talk and ending up getting wasted on wine.The previous week had been hell. The work was too much, as the new collection had just been launched. It was selling well on the market, but we had to work hard to keep it constantly at the top.Every day I left home early and came back very late. I didn't even get a chance to see Alena for the whole week. Nevertheless, she left me notes of encouragement every day on the kitchen table.After work the pre
DYLANI knocked softly at the door, and she opened it for me. Alena was in a plain black oversized tee that covered half her milky thighs and red knee-high socks.Her hair was in a messy bun. Just looking at her caused my thoughts to run wild. She looked so crazy and sexy yet so innocent. Her skin was glowing, and it looked flawless."Hey," she said, looking quite surprised. I noticed how she kept rubbing her shoulders as if they were hurting."Are you okay? What's wrong with your shoulders?" I asked, worriedly lacing my voice."I guess moving the furniture and all the heavy work must have strained my muscles. My shoulders feel kind of stiff, but I'll be fine in the morning.""Let me give you a shoulder massage. It won't take time, and I promise it'll be worth it," I offered, and she slowly nodded.We both sat on her neatly made bed. I took off my shoes and knelt on the bed right behind her, then I started massaging her shoulders.They really were stiff, but as the massage progressed,
DYLANI had just had a meeting over dinner, so I wasn't hungry. I went to the kitchen, and I found Emily there. Just the person I was looking for."Hey, Emily," I said as I placed the envelope I was carrying on the kitchen table.Emily had just finished doing the dishes and was probably about to retire to bed. She was just twenty-two, yet she appeared younger. She was youthful and full of life."Good evening. Let me serve you dinner," she offered politely."No thanks. I already had dinner at work. I'm here to talk to you. Sit down."Emily left what she was doing, and we both sat at the table facing each other. I was exhausted, so I decided to make everything short and precise."Here. This is the money you'll need to complete your studies and write your exams," I said as I handed over the envelope to her."You don't have to keep on working anymore to raise money to complete your studies."Emily took the envelope, and I could see tears well up in her eyes as she opened it and saw all th
DYLANAlena and I walked in silence to my office. I didn't even know what to say to her. She was no longer the woman she was when we exchanged wedding vows and for the period until our honeymoon.Maybe she got fed up with me. She was distancing herself from me. The fact that she was ready to start dating gave me a rude awakening.I just found myself opposing the idea. She was my wife, and I didn't want to share her with anyone else. I didn't want anyone else to get to experience all the cuteness, childishness, and surprises Alena was full of.I couldn't be with her, and at the same time, I didn't want anyone to be with her either. Call me selfish, but sharing her was totally out of the question.She wore red, and she rocked it. It made her stand out, and the way she handled herself naturally was admirable.One of the things I liked the most about her was her relationship with my father. Dad liked her, and so did she. Their conversation was natural, and they were both comfortable with
ALENAOver my dead body! I thought as I quickly freed my hand from his and went on to hold Benjamin's hand instead. I looked into his eyes, and I saw disappointment. He looked hurt."I'll come with you, Benjamin. Let's go," I said, and he nodded and led the way.Dylan grabbed my hand and drew me back to him. "Come with me. I won't do anything that'll make you uncomfortable, I promise.""When it comes to Gwen, I don't trust you at all. Have fun with your girlfriend," I answered passionately, then I freed my hand and left him standing there.For the first time in a while, I felt successful and victorious. I was able to stand up for myself and say no. I was also able to see the same hurt in his eyes that my eyes held whenever he did things with Gwen in my presence and was rude to me.He tried his best to mask it, but I could tell. His eyes told me a lot about him. They were like the map of his soul. I wanted to explore his mystery, but I was too afraid to let myself in. I was afraid of g
ALENA"I’m nervous as hell, Axel. What if they hate me? What if they say bad things about me? What if I embarrass both my family and the Camerons?" I fussed as I did the final touches on my make-up."Oh Lord! Will you calm down, Alena? You are going to be great. They are going to love you. You are an amazing human being. Who would even say anything mean about you? You are the sweetest person I know, and you are Mrs. Cameron. Your husband is the boss. He commands respect naturally, and everyone respects him. They'll respect you too," Axel encouraged me.My nerves were getting the best of me, and I needed someone to help me. The first person that came to mind was Axel, so I immediately called him, and I was lucky he answered.I heard a baby cry in the background, and it caught my attention."Oh my God! Axel, are you at work? I'm so sorry if I'm disturbing you. I'll call you later when you are free.""I just finished the night shift. I'm free for the next few minutes. I'm holding a frien
ALENA"Yes, dear," Benjamin replied, brushing my cheek with his thumb. Well well. I guess this isn't so bad after all, I thought.Dylan cleared his throat audibly, and we both turned to him."I thought the contract clearly stated that during our marriage she couldn't date anyone. Her mom emphasized that point."Obviously, my mom thought I'd blow everything up and end up running away for my true love. At least she knew me well."I thought it was unfair after some thought about it. You have a girlfriend, so why can't she have a boyfriend? I'll talk to Lynette. There's no question on this one. She has equal liberties in this marriage as much as you do. Right, Alena?""Yes. That's very true, and I agree with you," I replied lively, and I saw Dylan shake his head."Dyl? It's agreed, right?" Benjamin turned to his son, who seemed to be strongly against the idea."What if she blows everything up? Anything can happen once she's in a relationship with a guy. What if she suddenly wants out?""
ALENAHappiness is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it comes and sits softly on your shoulder.In the past month of my marriage and, basically, in the past five years of my life, all I ever did was search for happiness.I tried to please my family. I tried to make them love me again and be part of their happiness, but in the process, I only got much more broken and sad.With Dylan, I realized that maybe I was trying too much. I put up with all his mood swings and looked forward to his laughs, jokes, and hellos every day. When he didn't give me any of those, I started him just so he could at least talk to me.I wanted to be happy with him. I wanted him to include me in his happiness and respect me. I realized all the effort was coming from one side.Was it even worth it? Just eleven more months, and we'd be strangers. I had plans to go far away and start afresh all on my own after this one year. What would
DYLANShe meant every word she said. She was dead serious. I knew she was very capable. She had nearly run over Crystal before because she threw herself at me. She was very possessive of me. I loved it, but at the same time, I feared her jealousy."You are my only woman, Gwen. No one will ever come between us. You are a good person, Gwen, and I know you will never hurt anyone, so don't say that, okay?" I said, kissing her forehead."Dylan Cameron, it's either you make love to me right now or you let me go. I'm dead serious," she said, brushing her fingers against my lips.I swallowed hard. Irresistible offer, but it felt wrong. Something was stopping me. I had just been with Alena. It would seem as if I had only been using her. I didn't want Alena to feel used. I kissed her neck, willing not to use her."I don't have a condom," I gave an excuse."I'm on the pill," she said, and with those words, we lost our minds.A few seconds later, she was lying on a table, and I was hovering over h