When I get home Gabriel is there to greet me. Well, he’s sitting on the couch working on his laptop. He’s not in his suit, he’s dressed in what he calls business comfortable—tan dress pants and a navy pullover, like a younger, smugger Mr. Rogers.
“Hey. You’re back.”
I drop my bag by the door and toe off my flats. “You didn’t answer your phone.”
Still typing. “Yeah, I had a call. Thought you were taking a car anyway.”
“I tried calling you first.”
Pause. “Well. You made it. That’s what matters.”
He hasn’t looked back up at me. I don’t respond. I’m too tired to pick a fight I won’t win.
We moved in together about a year ago. Not all at once—it was a slow drift, one overnight bag at a time until suddenly, half his wardrobe was in my closet and we were sharing a lease. It made sense. We both work in high-stress industries, we’re both ambitious, and if we didn’t share a roof, we’d probably never see each other. After college we both landed lucrative jobs that are really demanding. It was a really sweet gesture for him to leave the level of comfort he was used to from his childhood home. When he moved out of his parents’ mansion to be with me, I thought it meant something. A compromise. A step forward. Looking back, it just meant he’d have someone to cook for him, clean up after him, and make sure his dry cleaning got picked up. His mother refers to our living arrangement as him slumming it to find out how poor people live. She thinks the same of his job, and mine. She’s not much better than my own mother with that crap, but I can’t fault her reasoning. She and her husband both come from old money. She has never had a real job in her life, she has never had to work for anything. Even the ’fundraisers’ she puts on for charity are supplied by people with money to burn. She’s never had to really work at it.
He finally looks up, like he’s giving me a gift. “So how was the trip? You get everything you needed?”
Everything? No. Not even close. But I don’t say that.
I sit down on the coffee table across from him. “It was long. Hot. And Mom called on the drive back. She had a full meltdown because I won’t buy her the new Bentley she saw in a magazine. She already has two.” I rub my face as if that will take away the frustration.
He smirks. “Which color?” What?! That’s the question he went with?
He’s joking, but there’s no concern in his tone. No offer to ask how I’m feeling or help unwind. Just that half-smile he wears when he’s checked out and thinks being witty will cover it. I can’t decide if a drink or a shower will help me more. Gabriel leans forward, and I think he has caught onto my mood and wants to finally help, but he grabs the remote behind me, flips on the TV, pats my knee and goes back to his laptop. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions
“Three Bentleys, one panic attack. Honestly? That’s impressive. Even for your mother.”
His mother’s no better. She called our apartment “quaint” the first time she visited, like it was a peasant hut. We live in one of the best apartments in Manhattan. She once told me over brunch that Gabriel was “in a phase” of slumming it—“You know how boys get. They want to prove they’re regular until they remember they were born for better.”
She doesn’t approve of me. She never did. Not because of anything I said or did—just because I don’t come from the right circles. Never mind that I’ve paid for every meal, every vacation, every date since he moved in. Never mind that I make more than he does.
In her eyes, I’ll never be enough. And lately, I’m starting to wonder if Gabriel agrees. His lack of calls while I was gone, make me wonder what she has said to him. He was on his own business trip and I knw the time difference was tough, but I always stayed up to make sure we connected for a few minutes each day. I think the pressure to live up to his dad’s standards are starting to take their toll.
His father agreed that he should work at a company that isn’t the family business to get a ‘real feel’ for hard work without nepotism. I actually agree with his thoughts, the only problem is, Gabriel’s mother does not understand the logic and gives him whatever he asks for behind his father’s back. To her, I was just a blip on Gabriel’s journey to greatness—a footnote to be erased when he inevitably “leveled up.” But I am hoping that by working hard and being as successful as Gabriel, and even her husband, I can change her mind.
Living with him has been a transition for sure, he’s never had to worry about basic household things like cooking, laundry and dishes, so I have been trying to help him learn to be self-sufficient. It’s been a trial, but we’re getting there. He now separates the laundry… for me to do. He doesn’t have much in the way of washing, most of his clothes go to the dry cleaner.
Cooking? Don’t even bring it up. He once nearly set the apartment on fire trying to toast sourdough and claimed he was “traumatized by carbs” for a week.Speaking of laundry, I have plenty to do so I get up after his dismissal of me to start my ‘wifely duties.’ I didn’t make it farther than the kitchen when he called out to me.
“Hey baby, I’ve missed you. I don’t even know what to do with myself when you’re not here. I’m so glad your vacation was cut short.” It’s like he forgot he was just talking to me. He was on his own work trip and only arrived a day before me. I can feel my irritation surging back up.
I scrunch my eyebrows together. “It wasn’t a vacation Gabriel, I was working. The most relaxing time I got was when I ran at 6am yesterday morning and watched the sun come up.” I don’t mention the wall of hotness I crashed into who later talked me into masturb*ting on a phone call. That memory sends a shiver up my spine. “Did you not get my message to come pick me up at the airport?” I hedge. There’s no way he didn’t check his messages after his call. He lives with his phone attached to his hand. I’m trying really hard to not the the anger at finding him here sitting on his ass consume me. There has to be a perfrctly logical explanation.
8 - Aurora“Yeah right, you were off with the Corleone’s. So it still counts as vacation. You were in the tropics. Everyone knows Lady C uses her business trips to vacation. And you got to hang out with Lady C and her walking Instagram filter.” He says, setting his laptop on the coffee table and opening his arms for me to join him back on the couch.“Ok, you’re not totally wrong, she does have a system for her business trips, but we did actually contract a business deal, this time anyway. This was my first trip with her, I am usually remote handling the numbers and information she needs for negotiations. We happened to finish the details for the deal earlier than expected. I wasn’t needed after that so Lady C sent me home. That’s all.” I shrug. I don’t mention that I think Lady C needs to look over the fine print of the contract. I don’t think she is getting the deal she believes. But, she never wants my unasked for opinion so I keep it too myself. And I am still waiting for him to a
9 - NathanIt has been 2 years and I still can’t get her off my mind. The one girl who didn’t chase me down, doesn’t respond to my messages or calls but sent me to cloud nine and I didn’t even touch her. Ugh. I rub my face after another seemingly endless board meeting. My grandfather sits more like a relic than a leader across from me. The problem is he’s a dangerous one. The kind who remembers everything and forgives nothing. He doesn’t need a vote to control the room. He only needs his voice—and the fear he’s spent a lifetime earning. Sullivan has spent the last two years reminding me of my grandmother’s, his wife’s, will and the legacy stipulation. I have been doing my best to ignore him, but it’s getting increasingly difficult.And then there is my uncle Preston. The snake in Brioni. The man who smiles like a benefactor and moves like a politician. Where Sullivan uses dominance, Preston uses suggestion. He would never take a knife to my back—he’d pay someone else to do it, and o
10 - NathanMy grip tightens around the folder in my hand. I don’t recall the woman they’re talking about, but the implication is clear—they’re arranging a marriage behind my back…again.“What happens when he refuses?” My grandfather is smart enough to know that is the probable outcome.“He could care less; he will f*ck anything with a pulse. He is going to marry and he will gain full access to the company with an heir or we let the will run it’s course and he misses the deadline, forfeits the inheritance… and the board will have no choice but to vote in someone more compliant. Someone loyal to the legacy. That woman died a conniving b*tch. She managed to make it impossible for us to gain access to all of the funds she has stocked away, and I can’t figure out how to get around it without him being married with a child. Besides, unless he asks, I don’t see any need to disclose her age.”Oh, this is going to be interesting.I step back silently, rage flaring cold in my chest. I don’t
11 - Nathan“She is young enough to be taught and molded to our lifestyle. Also, if you are as good in bed as rumors proclaim she will be less likely to cheat on you and have illegitimate children provided we train her properly. That we need to prevent at all costs.” I don’t even know what to say to my grandfather’s words. Now, I need to seduce her and be good enough so she doesn’t cheat on me, but train her to deal with me sleeping with other women because I am allowed to be unfaithful, but she isn’t. That's his biggest concern for this 18 year old child.“She will be well provided for and her father’s business will be taken care of for the foreseeable future, it’s a win for all of us.” Again, my uncle chiming in with his fake sunshine and rainbows as if his opinion matters in the slightest.“Do we know how she feels about this whole thing?” I can’t explain why I care, but I do. She’s barely an adult. “How long will I have to get to know her and propose?” I’m barley entertaining
12 - AuroraThe last two years have been amazing. Lady C has sent me all over the world negotiating contracts on my own and finalizing some of our biggest deals. I’m now the Creative Director for the company and the face next to Lady Corleone in the boardroom. Of course Mallory is now our Chief Marketing Officer and the face next to Lady in the press. She is poised to start slowly taking over the company over the next five to ten years. I can’t decide how I feel about that. I think Lady C has realized that Mallory is not going to do well by herself. Mallory isn’t capable, or willing, to learn how to conduct and maintain business outside the bedroom and dinner parties. I notice Lady C has been slowly putting strategic people with special talents in place to help her daughter along. There are several analysts and managers that work together to make the both of them look good and we do it all behind the scenes. I’m not even sure if Mallory knows that she has no real say or decisio
13 - Aurora“We don’t have anything to talk about besides work. All you do is work, so I just work more to fill the time that you are gone. At some point in our time together I thought you would have made me, us, a priority. But clearly greedily climbing your way to the top is your only priority.” He says finally looking me in the eye. All I see is animosity there. “You do not give me the time and attention that I deserve. You should be willing to put your little work hobby aside to focus on your relationship with me and what I need. Instead you are late to dinner because of meetings and have to leave in the middle of the night for ‘trips.’” He air quotes.“Excuse you.” I say hissing low, trying to not make a scene. “You work every bit as much as I do because your father requires it of you, not because of your work ethic. It’s the only way you’ll get back in his good graces after you were let go from the marketing firm. Don’t blame that on me. Does he know that I supported your f
14 - Aurora“Hello sweetheart!” She almost shouts into the phone. “I can’t believe you are already calling me, I bet the ring is HUGE! With the money his family has, it hast to be huge, or maybe a family heirloom. Something vintage and completely unique. I hope you took lots of pictures and looked really surprised. Did you get any strategic pictures with celebrities and well known people in the background? I hope so, they will sell for far more. I should have mentioned that before you went in.” She is talking a hundred miles a minute and she sounds like a lunatic.“Mom..”“You know, I bet if we ask, the restaurant will let us stage pictures so we can get really good quality ones. Your cousin has that friend that does photography, I bet she would do it for us to help get her name out there.”“Mom…”“I am going to need a close up of the ring, with your face in it of course, otherwise Margory won’t believe me.”“MOTHER, STOP!” I shout, stopping in my tracks. The mention of Margory is t
15 - Aurora“Can’t do what? Can we talk? I just want to understand what you’re going through. Maybe I can help.”“No, go away! There’s no way you could understand this. I can’t be forced into anything and they will figure it out soon enough.”Ok, maybe I can keep her talking long enough to get to her. The drop is really far straight down to rock filled water. There’s no surviving, which I assume is her intention, but I can’t just walk away now.“Who are you trying to show that you can’t be forced?” I’m hoping she’ll just answer automatically, too distracted by her emotions.“My parents are trying to force me into an arranged marriage to save their company, but I can’t marry some heartless playboy who’s like my dad’s age. I just turned eighteen, I don’t want to get married now. I was enrolled in school and had plans for myself before all of that serious relationship stuff. Marriage is supposed to be wonderful and beautiful and not some business deal.” She’s rambling.“You are not
26 AuroraWe stepped up to the limo and Nathan handed me in helping me with my dress. Mia looks completely confused when we all pile in together.Once we are all comfortable and acquainted we use the 30 minute drive to get each other caught up on my break up with Gabriel, how Mia and I met and the plan Mia and I came up with to get her out of getting married.“So how are we going to play this out when we get there?” Brandon asks. “I don’t feel like your grandfather cares either way, really. He just wanted you to get married and have a kid in a hurry.” He looks at Nathan. “I think he liked the idea of having someone young to mentor and guide a bit, but that was probably an added benefit for him pairing you to someone as young as Mia. No offense Mia.” He adds as an afterthought.“We expected some kind of drama no matter what. I should be the only one to walk down the aisle, my veil was designed to obscure quite a bit and hopefully all of the focus will be on me until I get to you all
25 - NathanWhen the photographer tells us she has all that she needs Aurora pulls away from me quickly not making eye contact. Maybe the moment I thought we shared was just for me. She focuses on the photographers camera when she speaks next. “How do we want to do this, because I’m sure your grandfather is going to have a lot to say and so will Mia’s mother.” She grimaces, finally looking up at me. “I know it was risky to make her my bridesmaid, but right now she needs to be protected from all of this. She needs to be near me until it all blows over.”“Wait, she’s here?! Now you know someone is going to try and force her and I to marry right?” I run my fingers through my hair as my heart drops again and this time it isn’t a good feeling. My grandfather with try and force the situation to his benefit, which is Mia as my wife. He wants to control her, that much is a given with this situation.“I thought you had a mind of your own and could choose for yourself?” She bites back, she’s ea
24 - Nathan“What the hell?” The question ghosts out of my mouth. I am frozen in shock and my heart dropped into my stomach, but not in a bad way. I have been looking for her for 2 years and I find her looking like a knockout in this wedding dress and no one else in sight. “Is this a joke?”“Are you supposed to be getting married today?” She asks in a calm business-like voice. I nod, still confused. “Do you know who you were supposed to marry?” Her sassy tone irritates me. She’s not happy to see me the same way I am to see her. I lock in my feelings. Clearly, our time together was not as memorable to her as it was to me.I take a deep breath and shake my head. “My grandfather arranged this whole thing. The only thing he mentioned was that she would be eighteen, and I know you are definitely not eighteen. Care to explain?” I let my cool business negotiation voice take over. She’s a part of this and nothing makes sense. My instinct is to trust no one.“I didn’t think it was right for
23 - NathanI am getting ready with Brandon and Sam. We have done everything together, including taking over family businesses and sending Brandon down the aisle a few years ago.Sam is a little salty because he can’t go and meet my mystery bride, but he’s faking his enthusiasm well. I was told my bride made a stipulation that I could only bring one groomsman to the first look and like the adults that we are, they played rock, paper, scissors for the honor. When I found out that the one person rule applied to everyone, including her parents and my grandfather and uncle, I was happy. My bride at least has shown a sense of intelligence. I’m not sure if we have met and the first time should not be at the end of the aisle. It crossed my mind that Sullivan is keeping her identity a secret because it’s likely that I do know her and don’t like her. But this last minute request tells me otherwise. No girl attached to my grandfather would care about meeting me first, and most certainly would
22 - Aurora“What if he knows what I look like, then sees you and he calls the whole thing off and shuts down my family’s whole operation?” Mia asks. She has been asking some version of this question since her dad took the amendments back to the groom’s family and we haven’t heard a thing from anyone. I think it has helped having her panic, because I have had to remain calm to keep talking her off the crazy train. I love that her worry isn’t for herself, but her family and their employees. She is so mature for her age.“Remember, we asked to meet him beforehand so we could have a moment. Your mom thought that was the greatest idea.”“Yeah, she was hoping to get reveal pictures, right up until you told her she couldn’t be there, along with everyone else who wants to meddle.” Her eyes lit up at the memory. She called her parents on a video call and I stayed just off screen. We were hoping to find out about the contract changes, but with no answers. I came up with the meet idea on the
21 - Aurora“We need to tell my dad.”“What? Why? Isn’t the idea to not tell your parents until it’s too late for them to stop anything?” We sit on my couch with laptops and papers spread all over my living room.“Yeah, but that is more for my mom’s sake. She doesn’t really understand what is going on, or at least that is what she is pretending to do. She is really good at sticking her head in the sand, only resurfacing when the problem has been handled.” She rolls her eyes at me. “She’s not a bad person, just lazy by design. Her and my dad were matched up kind of like what they are doing to me. They are lucky though and I think they eventually fell in love, or something like it. But, my dad needs to know in case sh*t hits the fan and we need help. You also asked to see the marriage contracts. He ocan get those for us, be our go-between.”“I mean, if you’re sure. I just don’t want this to turn into a battle or for him to try and change your mind.”“He won’t say anything, because it’s a
20 - AuroraAmelia smiles and looks as nervous as she probably really is as we wander among the open racks. She’s running her hands over the different soft fabrics.“Are you sure you've never done this before? How did you know what to ask for?” Amelia asks over her shoulder.“I have been here a couple times with friends. I never drink here. First of all the champagne is nota great brand and will leave you with a raging headache. And some of the more shady attendants try to get wealthy women a little drunk so they just keep adding things to their orders. It’s actually a really good marketing tool. The problem is, these types of clients come in often and change their minds so many times that not many of the upsells stick. If attendants thought through the upsell and maybe went for less items that might cost a bit more…” I shrug, “and fit what the bride really wants, the sale is more likely to stick.”“You should do trainings for them and really become a consultant. You are amazing
19 - Nathan“Nathan! How can you be so rude? She was my guest in my home…”“I’m going to stop you right there.” I hold my hand up and pausing my retreat. “At some point in the last few years, you and Preston have forgotten that you are guests here. Eleanor left the house and the business and everything to me. My grandmother, your wife, left it all to me. She may have loved you and cared about your well-being, but she sure as sh*t didn’t trust you to maintain her legacy. You have been provided for and yet you still live here, with me, on my dime. It is time you remember that. I don’t know what you and Preston are up to, but you need to settle down.” I growl the threat and walk away.I talk to the kitchen staff and move to my wing of the house. Here I don’t have to worry about anyone but me. I let my grandfather stay in the master he shared with my grandmother and renovated the wing opposite, and furthest away from him. When my uncle and cousin ‘needed’ to move home to be closer to the
18 - AuroraWe get back to my apartment and I show Amelia around. She starts asking a thousand questions. “Wow! You pay for all this by yourself?”“Yes, but I sacrifice a lot too. I don’t have many friends that I still talk to on a regular basis. My boyfriend of three years decided to cheat on me with my boss’ daughter because he thought I spent too much time working and not enough with him. Even though he paid for nothing and really enjoyed the lifestyle that my very inconsiderate job afforded him.” I roll my eyes and she laughs.“Well at least I know that this is still possible.” She waves an arm dramatically around my apartment, which is in Gabriel mode and disgusting by my standards. He hasn’t been back to get his stuff in the hours that I have been gone. I wonder if he thinks I will do it for him, if he decides to not show up, like the servant he seems to believe I am. I’m tempted to recruit Amelia to help me bag it all and toss it out by the dumpsters. I shake my head of the