All Chapters of Fading Embers: The Search For Lost Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Calista?” Emily pouted, causing her to nod in acceptance.“I need to tell my parents. I bet they will really love to attend your wedding with me. Willie sends her regards anyway,” she replied, walking out of the garden with Emily as they approached the buzzing vicinity that held her engagement party.“You won’t ask me why I kept my real identity from you?” Emily asked, slightly staring at Calista, whose face was more calm than the last time they were in the garden. Maybe she’s not a threat yet, but there’s no way she will let her guard down. Reason she invited her to the White House with her. She was going to watch them closely and have reasons to eliminate Calista for good, since Ranya by now knew she had been hiding in California.“I believe we have lots of time together to ask more of these questions because, Em, you have a lot of explaining to do,” Calista replied. “I was shocked you were Ranya’s betrothed, more shocked that he is Lewiston’s first son, and extremely shocked to kn

“You’ll agree with me that Anthony’s girlfriend is a beauty,” Damian said from across Ranya, munching on the pizza they had brought to Ranya’s home.He was already clad in Ranya’s clothes. “Why are you telling me that?” Ranya asked, annoyed. This was why he didn’t want Damian around. He’s a pain in the ass.“You were ogling at her, too. I saw you continuously glaring at the pretty woman,” Damian continued, ignoring Ranya’s displeased snort.“Go to bed now and leave me to do my work,” Ranya replied, picking up his laptop.“Her name is Calista; did you know that?” Damian persisted. “How can your brother’s girlfriend have the same name as the young lady you were looking for, huh?”“I will not tell you again, Damian. Go to bed now, or I will be forced to push you out of my space tonight.”“I’m only trying to talk to you, seeing as you might need company.”“I don’t need your company. Go to bed now.”Damian sighed and stood up from the sofa, prepared to leave Ranya to his work, when his pho

Watching him glaring and smiling at the same time made Calista extremely uncomfortable. Whatever Ranya was doing here felt so planned and intentional. The familiar secretary sat across from her, her gaze fixed on Calista as well. She nodded a greeting, which Calista returned.A few minutes passed in silence, with Ranya enjoying himself between Anthony and Calista. Damian then walked into the suite and gladly sat beside Valerie, who had a slight smile on her cheeks.“So, Ranya, you got this place?” Anthony started. He had never called Ranya “brother” before. The thirty-one-year-old man seemed quite displeased with him until last night, when Ranya had asked him to dance with Signoral.“That’s what I said when I got here, right?” Ranya responded. “What are we having here? It would be good to celebrate.”Calista stared dismissively at Ranya’s sudden witty attitude. What in the universe had happened to the quiet man who barely said a word? Had Emily influenced him so much that he now talke

“You don’t mean that, Calista, do you?” her mother’s eager voice exclaimed over the call. “Emily is finally getting married? I thought she would have been married, seeing how you haven’t been able to reach her.”“Well, Mama, she’s getting married,” Calista replied, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying hard to focus on the conversation with her mother instead of thinking about Ranya.The conversation from last night refused to leave her head. No matter how much she tried to stop herself, her heart kept replaying his words.Could Ranya really want her back? Why? What about Emily? Why is he suddenly being loving?“I’m so glad you went on this journey with Anthony; you wouldn’t have known your best friend was to get married to Anthony’s brother. What a small world,” Mrs. MacQuoid said.“Well...” Calista murmured. “There are a lot of plot twists in this story, Mum.”There’s indeed a very big plot twist. Anthony is Mr. Lewiston’s son. How is she ever going to let that out of her mouth?Sh

“On my way,” Ranya replied, walking out of his apartment.“Everyone is waiting, Ranya,” Damian said before ending the call.It was Wednesday night, the night his father had organized a final dinner for his send-off. It was the last day in Texas before moving fully to the White House in Washington. Damian had just called to remind him of the dinner party.The press had been publishing nothing but stories about his engagement. Sometimes he had to battle his way into his office through numerous paparazzi, trying to avoid any questions.As he closed his apartment door, a tiny piece of paper slipped to the ground.He furrowed his brow as he picked it up. Ranya might be the richest bachelor in Texas, but he led a very simple life. The only people with access to his room after Vivian left were Madam Danielle and two other domestic staff he hired to keep the apartment clean.He owned a large estate where he would need to hire many people to keep the house in order, but he loved his privacy, e