LEO’S POV
I was not expecting to see Helen here, in a variety show, to sign a contract marriage after disappearing for eight years. Coincidence or not, I don’t know what to call it. My phone rang in my pocket, and I declined the call without bothering to check the caller ID. My father had been furious after realizing I had ignored his advice, and I knew he was already planning his next move.
So many thoughts raced through my mind as I saw Helen seated right across from me in an emerald dress. I could sense Rachel’s piercing gaze on both of us, and I quickly snapped out of it to introduce myself. If anyone noticed the tension, it would be just me, Helen, and Rachel.
After the interview for the variety show, I went to make a call and heard someone approaching me from behind. I already knew who it was.
“Leo, I feel so happy to see you, although I did not expect that we would meet here,” Helen said, plastering a fake smile on her face, the same one Rachel always used while talking to me.
“I doubt that,” I said, keeping a blank face.
“So, are you getting married for real, or is it just for the show?” she asked, her tone trying to sound seductive. Her actions irritated me, and her question only made my anger boil. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my composure.
“I see no reason why I should answer that,” I said coldly. Suddenly, we both heard the sound of heels in the distance, and our heads snapped in that direction. We couldn't see who it was, but a tiny feeling told me it was *her*.
I knew it would be better for the public to know about my past relationship with Helen than for Rachel to find out because she would use whatever she could to get rid of me.
“Stay out of my sight, and I would appreciate it if you don’t meet me in private like this,” I commanded Helen, who looked disbelieving that I spoke to her in such a tone. Her eyes widened, and her fake smile faltered.
I left to join the other cast members as we were taken to the mansion where, as I heard, all the couples would be staying together. Drew called us in for a meeting where he explicitly restated the rules in the document between the cast and the staff of the variety show. I couldn’t remember any of it. My mind was elsewhere.
All I could think of at that moment was how I seemed to be wasting my time on this variety show instead of being productive. But my plan was to beat Rachel at her own game. Whatever she was aiming for, she would not get it.
After the briefing, the staff began making videos and tracking us. I seriously didn’t know whether I was supposed to act or be myself. I made a mental note never to appear on a variety show again.
Each couple entered their own car, and for the first time in history, I was seated in the back seat together with Rachel. Her face was tight with irritation, mirroring my own. I could feel the tension radiating off her in waves, and it took all my self-control not to snap at her. We are certainly not pleased with each other.
But we had to mask it as the camera was on us. She put on a fake, sheepish smile while I struggled to smile. Her smile was so forced that I could almost hear her saying beneath it, “I hate you.” I had no choice but to plaster a fake grin on my face as well. We did not chat or communicate throughout the ride, unlike the other couples who I assumed were chatting non-stop.
The car came to a halt in front of a gigantic mansion, and we stepped out of the car just like the other couples. As I predicted, they were clinging onto each other, and I saw them as jobless.
“You know, we will be the most hated couple on this variety show if we don’t act like married couples,” Rachel whispered slowly once the camera was away from us for a moment.
“Who suggested this idea in the first place?” I asked in a sarcastic tone.
“Who made me suggest this in the first place? I wouldn’t be doing this if you had just allowed me to win the award as the top mall in Las Vegas,” she said, and I rolled my eyes, putting back the fake grin once the camera was on us again.
As we walked towards the mansion, Rachel stopped, and I noticed her legs appeared to be injured inside the heels.
“Ah!” she said as the camera was still on us. She looked at me, signaling me to do something.
“Hmm,” I muttered, hoping she wasn't expecting me to be a gentleman. I turned around only to see the other couples watching us.
I put back the fake sheepish smile and scooted a little closer, removing the handkerchief from my pocket and tying it around her ankle where she appeared to be injured. I adjusted the strap of her heels, and the other couples were like, “Whoa,” much to my dismay. I hissed inwardly.
I would never understand women. Why wear heels that hurt in the first place? I got back up, and she beamed me a fake thank-you smile.
We entered the mansion, and it was quite fabulous and nice. We were each given an apartment in the mansion to stay, but the grand hall was made up of a sitting room and a dining area. There were gaming areas, swimming pools, gyms, to mention a few—not that I was interested in any of it.
But where the problem lay was that each couple was given an apartment to share.
“What?!” we both exclaimed, forgetting that the camera was on us when we realized we would be sharing the same section—an apartment consisting of a small sitting room, a bedroom, and a kitchen.
Me? In the same room with Rachel? Who is going to come out alive? These questions rang in my mind like a bell as I turned to see her expression. Her face looked even more horrified.
CHAPTER SEVENRachel’s POVMy whole life flashed before my eyes when we were told we were going to stay in the same place together for 100 days."You gotta be kidding me," I said out loud, forgetting the camera was on me."This is all your fault," Leo said, putting his hands in his pockets and turning to face me.Well, can’t he see that I am already regretting this?"Is it too late to get out of the show?" I turned to ask one of the crew members with the camera, and he shook his head, much to my disappointment."Damn," Leo cussed. We are going to be in deep trouble. While we lamented over the fact that we would be sharing the same room, it was ironic compared to the other couples who were jumping and hugging each other happily as though they had won the lottery. Well, except for one person—the girl in the emerald dress whom I saw earlier with Leo. She was staring in our direction. Her eyes seemed to be focused not on Leo this time around, but on me. Why? I couldn’t pinpoint it, but t
LEO’S POV“You dare to go against my orders?” Father bellowed, his voice vibrating in my ear. I stood there, my gaze fixed forward, my palms folded together, my face utterly expressionless. Heaven knows how much longer I’ll have to endure his outbursts, but it won't be much longer.“Nice. That’s the attitude you’re going to display, huh? Well then, I have no choice. Get ready to step down from that company. And one more thing.” He stormed closer until our faces were just inches apart, the cold fury in his eyes sending a shiver down my spine.“After that company is no longer in your possession, I will make your life so miserable that you’ll prefer death, Mr. Leonardo Lugard. Mark my words,” he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. With that, he pushed past me, his shoulder brushing mine with deliberate force as he walked out. His footsteps were heavy and deliberate, each one echoing through the corridor like a countdown to the inevitable. His back was rigid, his fists clenched at hi
RACHEL’S POV"Ahhhhhhh!!" I screamed, throwing everything within reach across the room. The sound of shattering glass and the crash of objects hitting the floor echoed off the walls. My meticulously arranged room descended into chaos. Picture frames toppled, books flew off the shelves, and the vase on the nightstand shattered into a thousand pieces..I didn’t even realize the door had opened until I heard Cecilia’s voice.“Rachel!” she called, rushing over to me. “Oh no! Rachel, you’re going to hurt yourself,” she said, pulling me into a tight hug as I burst into tears.“I’m done for, Cecilia. Everything,” I stuttered through my sobs.“No, Rachel. Everything will be fine. Do not give up, okay?” she said, her voice firm but kind. I continued to sob quietly for a few minutes, the weight of everything bearing down on me.“Excuse me,” I whispered, pulling away from her as I headed toward the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of her worried eyes as I shut the door behind me.Inside the bathroom
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