Author's point of view...
I walked out of the room, my heart pounding with a helpless, quiet scream. The hall was just a few feet away and I wished it would never end as I laid my eyes beyond it, the car that would take me to my unwanted fate was waiting for me at the entrance. I wanted to turn and run away, to vanish before anyone could stop me, but there was no escape from this. As I neared the car, a pair of familiar eyes caught my attention, narrowed with resentment. Elvira was glaring daggers at me. She was my cousin, a year younger than me. Dad told me that they were invited to a family gathering with the Davis family. She might be here for that. I could almost feel her jealousy seething. And of course—this dress could make anyone turn green with envy. But did she have to give me that look? "You might be flying above cloud seven, aren't you?" she sneered with her voice dripping with disdain. I inhaled deeply. Elvira is my sister but we never have anything that could make us sisters. She had been hostile towards me since childhood, for a reason even I don't know. To say it simply, we weren't in good terms to begin with. I can't possibly expect any kind of emotional bonding with her, of course. With a resigned smile, I dismissed her taunt and walked forward. But as I was about to get closer to the car her resentful voice echoed in my ears again. "Don't think that you can show off just because you are engaged to a rich man, okay. It's just a matter of time when he would kick you out of his life when he sees a better option..." I paused and shot her a glance. A better option...! Did she mean her? Was I showing off just now? What is there to show off in a marriage full of hatred? Then suddenly, I thought of something as I saw her curse me under her breath. Elvira was surely interested in this marriage. A crooked smile tugged on my lips as I approached her and leaned closer. Lowering my voice to a whisper, I said in her ears. “Elvira, if you really want this, I’d be glad to give everything to you.” Her eyes flickered with surprise, but she rolled them quickly, looking away as if she couldn't be bothered. I pressed on, a bitter smile pulling at my lips. “Including this marriage…Including young master Logan Davis...” Her eyes lit up and she shot back to me, eyes wide, and I almost laughed at her expression, her disbelief was that thick. For a moment, I let myself savor the small, absurd thrill of it. “You’re just being rude,” she muttered, her voice lined with something raw, jealousy. Or was it longing? Envy? She didn't know what she was really wishing for, I thought bitterly. Poor thing. She had no clue what a nightmare this was. "You are so shameless..." she added and I enjoyed smiling at her shamelessly. I bent closer again, my voice just above a whisper. “I wasn't joking, Elvira. I'm dead serious.” She looked genuinely confused now, and I saw a flicker of something in her eyes that made me wonder if she'd take the bait. "If it were up to me, I’d give up this marriage in a heartbeat.” She let out a haughty little snort. “You don’t know how to appreciate your luck… you’re such an ungrateful little...” I cut her off with a bitter smirk. Her lips curved into a smug smile, her words dripping with disdain. “Young Master Logan is going to hate this arrangement. You think someone like him would really be happy with trash like you?” Yeah...I know...! I rolled my eyes away but something clicked inside my mind. I looked at her, from top to bottom. Just a little bit shorter than me but she looks good and have a beautiful figure. If only I can make him fall for her!! Wait... was that possible? My mind whirled as the beginnings of an idea took shape. I glanced at my dad, who was about to get into his car, looking almost triumphant in his excitement, as if he’d won something so big. "Dad," I called, and he turned, his face falling at the sight of me still standing outside the car. Maybe he thought I was going to beg him again. “What?” he snapped, impatience simmering in his voice. I forced a smile, the best I could muster. “You all go ahead. I just forgot my phone upstairs. I’ll grab it and join you in a minute.” His eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping into his gaze. “No. You’re coming with me, right now. I know you very well, Ericka." He smacked instantly. I sighed. He didn't trust me at all...! "Go get your phone, I’ll wait right here.” “Dad, come on, I’m not going to run away,” I pleaded, gesturing to Elvira. “She’ll come with me. And you wouldn’t want Mr. Dawis to be kept waiting, right?” He shot me a long, searching look, then glanced at his watch. Rayan, bless him, revved the engine, practically shoving my dad into the car with his impatience. Dad finally sighed, exasperated. “Fine. But be quick.” “I promise!” I called as he climbed into the car, and then grabbed Elvira’s arm, pulling her back toward the house. "What the heck..." “Ericka! Are you crazy? Let go!” She tried to jerk me away, but I kept a firm grip on her arm, leading her inside. “Don’t you want a closer look at those designer dresses the Davis family sent over?” I offered, keeping my tone casual. Her eyes lit up, excitement briefly overriding her annoyance. “Really? I can?” “Of course!” I forced a cheerful smile as I pulled her down the hall. “You can even try one on if you want. It’s not like I have a monopoly on them.” She blinked, astonished, practically bouncing with excitement. It might be hard for her to believe as our relationship was not so good to begin with. “Wait—are you serious?” Her voice climbed with disbelief. “Of course, Elvira,” I assured her with a grin. “You’re my sister, after all. Why shouldn’t you get to enjoy a little of the luxury?” When we reached my room, her eyes widened at the sight of the gowns lined up in perfect rows. She practically lunged toward one of the more beautiful ones, her hands skimming over the fabric reverently as she looked at me, still in disbelief. I nodded, and she clutched it to her chest, beaming. “Go, try it on!” I said, barely containing a wicked grin. This was perfect—if she wore one of these dresses and flaunted herself, maybe the Davis family would see her and start having second thoughts about me. Maybe they'd decide she would suit Logan better. It was a long shot, but it was something to hope for. Mrs. Davis, Logan's mom never liked me, like son like mother. I can't help it. She like innocent and timid girls like Elvira and my personality is a bit different, completely opposite to what she wants. This family gathering can be my last chance to escape. Elvira disappeared into my bathroom to get changed and I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart. All I needed now was for her to dazzle them more than I could. Just within few minutes, the bathroom door opened and a beautiful Elvira stepped out, proudly. "You look good" I said with a thumbs up as a compliment but she smirked rolling her eyes, smugly. "I know...you don't have to state the obvious..." she scoffed. What an arrogant lass...! I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. "Okay, We are getting late, just complete your touch up and we'll get going" Before I could finish my words, she was already sitting on my dressing table, touching the lavish makeup enviously. "Make it fast" I said hurrying her. "You don't have to worry about that. I am not a sloth like you..." she muttered, disdainfully. And for the first time, I felt that my decision to put her in my shoes felt right. Isn't she a perfect match for that asshole...! Ruthless bastard and his arrogant princess...! She elegantly applied her makeup and we were ready to go. As we stepped out of the house, the driver, sent by the Davis family stared at us, a bit confused but didn't utter a word. "Ma'am, who is miss Johnson?" he asked and we both pointed to eachother. "We both" I retorted and he raised his eyebrows, flustered. What is his deal, by the way? We both are indeed Johnsons...! We sat inside and he drove away reluctantly. ***************Author's point of view... Just as Ericka wanted to leave, Luke appeared beside her, having just come out of the restroom. His face beamed with excitement when he saw her. His plan was on its way to success. But something seem to be off. He saw her frozen by the door. “Ericka…” he said excitedly but the woman before him was so shocked to respond. He followed the line of her gaze and was stunned. A blonde was sitting on Nathan's lap. "Wait!! What?? A stripper on Nathan's lap??" he was as stunned as Ericka because this never happened in the past. Though there were many girls around them, Nathan never let any of them near him. Then what was going on?? "Ericka... that....was...." he muttered, panic rising in his voice. He never expected that his friend might be engaged in something like that when his wife finally showed up. He immediately stood before her, blocking her view. “You—You’re here already.” He looked at the expression on Ericka's face and his mind concoqeted anothe
Author's point of view... Ericka was so tensed that she ran out of the auditorium and started looking for a cab. She didn't even bother asking for her payment either. She thought she could just ask Paul afterwards. As she waited for any means of transport to arrive, she nervously tried to switch on her phone at least once, to send a message to inform her whereabouts. At least, she could send a text to notify Nathan that she is coming back. Last time, when she ignored his calls, there were consequences that had to face. She wasn't ready for another tragic encounter with him. But just as she stood there, a voice jolted her from behind. “Texting your boyfriend to pick you up?” Startled, she spun around. “Mr. Grant!” He stood right behind her with his hands in his pockets, his eyes scanning her. “I’m surprised a woman like you actually has a boyfriend..." he added sarcastically, Ericka held back her urge to roll her eyes. "I suppose men have a weird taste these days
Author's point of view... Robert Grant remained silent for several long seconds increasing the tension in the air. Time seemed to stretch as everyone stayed frozen, waiting for his verdict. Then finally, his eyes darted from the models to the girl standing there nervously and as if surprising everyone around him, he chuckled. A pair of slight dimples graced his cheeks, adorning his handsome features even more. If he was handsome before, he looked other worldly with that smile. “I honestly didn’t expect you to have any real skills.” he commented and everyone was dumbfounded. That wasn't just a comment but a praise coming out of that arrogant man's mouth and this might be their first time in their entire life that Mr. Grant, the famous Robert Grant, praised someone. “Huh?” Ericka blinked in confusion. Is he really smiling? Did he just admit his defeat? Paul let out a loud sigh of relief as he walked over with his hands flowing upwards. “Bravo!" his dramatic yelp brought e
Author's point of view... Robert Grant smirked. "Don't be so eager to agree!" he said with a warning in his tone. Ericka frowned. Paul was so taken aback by her attitude that he turned pale and quickly pulled her back, whispering urgently, “Erika, You can’t talk to him like that. You must not. He once fired more than a dozen makeup artists in a single month and those who offended him are still suffering a great loss!” “I don’t care.” she smacked without thinking. Ericka looked back at Mr. Grant. He raised an eyebrow, amused. "Fine! If you are desperate to accept this challenge, I can't help it" Ericka was starting to get annoyed. That arrogant man was willing to lose his precious event just to win over her. What a fool! She didn't say a word which made him grit his teeth. He thought she would be terrified by now and would beg him for mercy but she didn't budge. He continued his warnings, "If you lose you would have to work as a janitor for me for your entire
Author's point of view... Ericka blinked, still stunned. She looked down at her outfit, plain jeans and a light blue pullover. Her eyes almost covered with a thick layer of additionally attached bangs and with her hair pulled back in a loose and simple ponytail, it's true that she looked completely out of place. She wasn’t wearing the stylish clothes that Nathan had arranged for her. Those designer dresses weren’t suitable for work, especially not in a busy, messy setting. And of course, she didn't want to use anything related to Nathan for the time being. Ericka deliberately wore some old fashioned big rimmed black glasses that hid half of her facial features successfully and covered the rest of her pretty face with a slightly darker shaded makeup to look a little older. Anna suggested her to look somewhat experienced and not so attractive just in case to avoid any complications. After all, Anna was a bit over protective about her friend. However, looking at the man's disdain
Author's point of view... Sitting in the office chair, Nathan had been trying hard to concentrate on the file in his hands. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't just focus. A day before, on saturday, Luke said that he was going to organise a small get together the next day and all of them had to attend with a partner. His intention was clear. He wanted Nathan to bring Ericka to the party but Ericka had been avoiding Nathan like a plague. From the moment she received a rejection from Sea Hawks Enterprises, she never confronted him like he thought she would nor did she come out of her room. Even her meals were delivered in her room. It's not like she was being a child and throwing tantrums, she just didn't want to see him. That morning, Nathan sent some of the home staff to call her over to his study but they returned empty handed, telling him that Ericka wasn't in her room. Nathan gritted in frustration. She wasn't answering his calls nor did she inform him where she was