One chance, one glance and one night was all it took Ella Wilsonville to change her life. And just like that, she became the most important existence ever to the most desirable bachelor, Lucas Walker, a business with no parallels. They say a relatio...
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Ring! Ring!
Beep.
The person you have called is not available. Please try again later or leave a voice mail.
I sighed. It had been whole fifteen minutes since I have been trying to contact him. And this as not even the first time. I knew what this meant but I didn't want to believe it.
Because we were getting married soon.
I shivered in the cold outside the restaurant where my friends had gathered an hour ago to celebrate a get together. My fiance, Rick, had refused to come stating he had an urgent business to take care of. And to top off my luck, it had started raining. I didn't bring an umbrella. I didn't bring my car. Because he had promised to pick me up. Which he must have forgotten. Again.
Sometimes I did wonder why I was still in a relationship with him. And I sighed when ticked off the reasons.
One. I was twenty seven. Over the age of marriage.
Two. I had never tried anything like dating with any other man other than Rick.
Three. Our parents had already met.
Four. We were going to marry in less than a month.
Five. I knew that I didn't love him nor did he love me anymore, but I was sure it was better to marry someone who I knew than a complete stranger.
I had known Rick for almost twelve years now. And it was impossible to break ties cleanly if I over reacted with everything. But it was being too much lately. I had assumed he would change with marriage talks with whatever he was or might be doing but my sister, Rachel, had convinced me to endure.
Mutual understanding helped in the long run.
I sighed.
I was beginning to hate lawyers now. The job was too demanding. And the people were so prejudiced. Rick was no different. He supported my modeling till we were twenty three. But then he suddenly started blabbering about start ups, investments and even hotel management. He encouraged me to take up my family business which was getting managed by my aunt. I refused because I had no interest in earning money by having events every month. It was too tiring. He offered to help but I reminded him of his hectic job.
He couldn't even pick me up. How would he help me in my hotel management?
A car pulled over to the sidewalk, some feet away from me. The car was an M76. A man came out of the car with an umbrella. I took a glance at the BMW owner. It was dark so I couldn't take a look at his face. But he was wearing a suit and looked like a business man. I took a look at his watch when he got closer. Graff. His shoes were Italian. I wondered why this man had no assistants following him. Now to think of it, he wasn't the driver. So maybe his assistant was inside the car.
And unexpectedly, he came to stand in front of me. I was embarrassed for no reason. It must have felt like I was checking him out. I looked down instead. I noticed how my toes were curled. I couldn't straighten them. My nose detected a strong cologne. Whoever this man was, he was filthy rich. But the reason why he was standing in front of me was lost to me.
He didn't say anything but pulled out a phone and showed me a message. The number was familiar. The message had the restaurant's address and the time when I was supposed to depart. The number was my father's. I looked up at the man.
Seriously, what did dad even think while sending this man as an escort to me?
Without a word, he turned and offered his hand. I took it, hesitantly. I followed him to the car. He held the car door for me. Now, I took a look at his face. I couldn't see his skin colour or much features but I only saw his sapphire blue eyes. I dropped my eyes as I got inside. He joined me from the other side. I noticed the driver. And a man on the shotgun. This one might be his assistant.
"Where to, sir?" His assistant asked.
"To my in laws." His deep seductive voice said. It almost sounded like velvet. But something else caught my attention.
In laws. As in, he was Rachel's fiance? As in, my brother in law?
When the hell did dad arrange a marriage for her?
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