To Lara, love meant spending forty years with your partner, wading through a mountain of problems and coming out of it unscathed, together. To Tristan, love was weakness, a mere tool to exploit one's vulnerability. When Lara formed an unlikely alliance with Tristan, she could never imagine the possibilty of loving somebody like Tristan; a grumpy, arrogant jerk. But somewhere down the road, she found herself falling for a man whom she knew could never love her back.
View MoreLara twisted the car keys for the umpteenth time still nothing happened. The car didn’t start, or even attempt to start. It just kept raising her hopes every time it made that kick-starting sound, and shattering that hope when it eventually didn’t budge. In undiluted frustration, anger included, she pounded at the innocent steering wheel till she felt some sort of satisfaction seep in. Yes, you may have guessed right.Two days later she was still fuming. Especially as this so-called ‘Tristan Aguilar’ had returned the bouquet of flowers with yet another note saying: SO . . . WHAT TIME SHOULD I PICK YOU UP FOR DINNER?She hadn’t met him but she already hated him. Not only did he have zero respect for the laws of courtship and marriage, she perceived him to be hubristic.Who the hell did he think he was?Was she supposed to fall on her feet and rain appreciations all over him because he had agreed to marry her? Someone had to let him know that the world does not revolve around his spoile
Tristan Aguilar twirled in the leather boss chair at the head of the table in the conference. With his hand struck beneath his jawline, he watched the PowerPoint presentation ahead of him with the barest attention. He had come in here thinking this proposal was going to wow him as they had said. Only to get him bored barely five minutes into it.“And that is how we intend to capture the attention of the public.”Thank goodness the woman finally stopped talking.All done, and waiting for his comment and approval, the head of Marketing turned to look at Tristan with a smug smile on her face.He scoffed. What was that he saw? Satisfaction? He tilted his head to look at the people sitting around him. They actually looked impressed. Five seconds later, they were on their feet with a standing ovation for the woman whose face had turned pink from blushing. Surely, she must have paid them for that.After the room had quieted, and after a solid five minutes of silence, Tristan slowly stood up,
“What did you say?”Were her ears deceiving her? Oh, her ears were definitely deceiving her. Fiancé?No way. She wasn’t thinking about marriage. Even if she was, she assumed it would be with somebody she knows and loves. And she hasn’t been lucky in the love department so any romantic entanglements were off the charts. That said, how could she possibly have a fiancé when she wasn’t ready to get married? Who the hell was Tristan Aguilar? So many questions were spamming through her head. She even had Alma read out the content of the card three more times to be certain it was what she heard that was indeed written.Cool as a cucumber, Veronica waved off Alma who hurried out of the room, not before laying the flowers in the arms of Lara who wanted nothing more than to toss them in the trash can. It seemed like her mother had finally found her words as she spoke in that annoyingly commanding and condescending tone that made Lara want to disown her.“Larissa,” she started. “You’re twenty-se
7 pm came in a blink of an eye. Lara had barely settled down as she had to take that goddamn tour around the house. Each passing minute, as they moved from one room to another, she realized how pointless the tour was. Except for a few redesigns and re-painting here and there, everything was the same. Needless to say, the tour was completely useless. But to fulfill all righteousness, and not get on the bad side of her mother early on, even if she had reserved anger for Veronica somewhere in her, she decided to be mature and follow the schedule.So, by now, she was sitting behind the large mahogany table that had all sorts of dishes laid out on it.The dining hall was awfully silent. The only sounds that emanated were from mouths munching on either the salad, pork, rice, or one of the many other delicacies. And it remained like this for the next fifteen minutes. No one spoke. Not even a hello.How can a family be this awkward?Lara didn’t mind. If she could live down eating this dinner
You’re coming back?” Lara Martinez let out a long heartfelt sigh, dividing looks between the boarding pass in her hand and the large digital clock in front of her. Of course, she was coming back. Her mother gave her no choice but to pack her things into a box and get on the next flight back to San Luis. Hell, the woman even sent a plane ticket. How could she refuse it? Deciding to not let the thought of Veronica Flores Martinez bother her, she squared her shoulders and smiled. It was just San Luis. The City she had grown up in. The City she, once upon a time, loved. How bad could it be?Enthusiastically this time, she answered, “Yes, Rosa. I am coming back. As a matter of fact, I am at the airport. And. . .”“AMERICAN AIRLINE 324 TO SAN LUIS, MEXICO. ALL PASSENGERS PROCEED TO THE BOARDING STATION NOW. I REPEAT, AMERICA AIRLINE 324 TO SAN LUIS, MEXICO. ALL PASSENGERS PLEASE PROCEED TO THE BOARDING STATION NOW.”“And that, Rosa, is my cue to exit,” Lara continued, lifting herself from
You’re coming back?” Lara Martinez let out a long heartfelt sigh, dividing looks between the boarding pass in her hand and the large digital clock in front of her. Of course, she was coming back. Her mother gave her no choice but to pack her things into a box and get on the next flight back to San Luis. Hell, the woman even sent a plane ticket. How could she refuse it? Deciding to not let the thought of Veronica Flores Martinez bother her, she squared her shoulders and smiled. It was just San Luis. The City she had grown up in. The City she, once upon a time, loved. How bad could it be?Enthusiastically this time, she answered, “Yes, Rosa. I am coming back. As a matter of fact, I am at the airport. And. . .”“AMERICAN AIRLINE 324 TO SAN LUIS, MEXICO. ALL PASSENGERS PROCEED TO THE BOARDING STATION NOW. I REPEAT, AMERICA AIRLINE 324 TO SAN LUIS, MEXICO. ALL PASSENGERS PLEASE PROCEED TO THE BOARDING STATION NOW.”“And that, Rosa, is my cue to exit,” Lara continued, lifting herself from ...
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