It's 9:56am when I finally find the Trevalyan Enterprise .
At this point, I can't be more grateful for the existence of G****e Map.
I hand my car keys to the parking valet, a fine young man with a pretty attractive smile.
Walking in to the building, I'm met with rude blonde at the receptionist who calls up Andrea.
Andrea is a red-haired super-professional, polite young lady. She leads me up to the very last floor.
My nerves suddenly kick in.
"Mr. Trevalyan. Ms. Hart has arrived" Andrea says professionally as she pokes her head through a stylish wooden brown door with a tag 'J. Trevalyan'
Few seconds later, she's ushering me through the door
"Ms. Hart" Mr. Trevalyan beams at me with a subtle smile from behind his work desk.
His office is very well decorated. There are only a few details but that's what makes it so nice. The walls are painted white with a few paintings I recognize to be Picasso's.
"Hello, Mr. Trevalyan. It's good to see you again" I greet quietly, feeling my nerves relax a little with each word.
"You too. And looking so good too. Please, have a sit"
I just smile and nod at that and move to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
"So, Mr. Trevalyan. What did you want to talk about?" I mutter, squaring my shoulders to look a little more confident.
"You" he says simply
"Uh..me?" I shriek
"What do you do, Ms. Hart?" he asks, moving on
"Well, as of now, I'm a student of WSU" I mutter, getting nervous again
"Oh? Then why are you in Seattle?" he asks, eyes gleaming with curiosity, tone one of utmost wonder
He almost looks young and care free. That somehow makes me relax a bit.
"That's... uh..personal" I shrug apologetically
"I totally understand" he sounds almost hurt.
I nod, holding back from laughing at his expression.
"How would you feel if I told you you're getting married next week?" He asks quietly, wide eyes and all smiles
What sort of a question is that?
I answer it anyway
"Well, I'd probably burst out in laughter but ask who the lucky groom is out of sheer curiosity" I shrug, a smile playing on my lips
"Curiosity killed the cat, Ms. Hart" his mouth turns up in an amused smile.
"Good thing I'm not a cat then" I smirk in equal amusement
"Let's satisfy your curiosity then" he chuckles a little then stops abruptly "But before then...what kind of groom would you prefer if you were to get married?"
"Um..." I draw and rub my chin with my right hand, feigning thoughtful "Let's say if the groom were to be an Audi R8 for instance I'll be ecstatic"
He laughs and I follow suit.
"You don't ever want to get married?" He asks, recovering from his laughter.
"Oh, I do. Just not anytime soon. I do want to get married and have beautiful little me's run around my small, happy home" I say dreamily but turn serious in a second"Just not now"
"Most girls dream of a wealthy husband..to live in a mansion..all of that. You don't want those?"
"I'll be stupid if I said I didn't want any of those but. I'd pick a loving, average class husband over a wealthy, a*****e any day" I murmur and frown a little, as I think of his son and flush for swearing in his presence.
"That's the perfect answer" he cheers then his voice drops to a whisper "You know, I hate it when girls say they'd prefer poor men as long as they love them. No one wants a man who can't provide for his family"
I laugh at his expression
"A poor man with a potential to make it big someday though" I reason, still laughing at his look"Ms. Hart" he turns gloomy all of a sudden and I miss playful him "I'm really sorry""For what?" I mutter, my tone laced with the confusion I feel"For having to tell you this" he sighs, a sad sigh "You have to get married next week""Ar..Are you joking?" I choke out
This isn't how I said I'd react but I honestly don't care.
Is this some sick joke?
"Sadly, no" his shoulders slump
I burst out in laughter
He's going to tell me this is a joke..we'll laugh about it.
He stares quizzically at me.
"And who is my lucky husband-to-be?" I ask between laughs
"I need you to quit laughing, Ms. Hart" he admonishes seriously
"What would you have me do?" I say quietly with the same measure of seriousness
"Get serious. This is happening and it's no joke" he says with a stern look
"What are you saying?" my voice has now dropped to a dead whisper
I'm only just starting to believe this s**t
"Next week. You're getting married to Tony" he says empathetically
"Me? Getting Married to your a*****e son" I snort "You're joking right?"
This is getting more serious than I thought. How did he get this sick idea into his head?
"You have to" he shrugs apologetically "It's a family thing. No Trevalyan can be born outside the family. You have to be married to him until 2 months after the birth of my grandchild"
"What the f**k are you saying?" I push the chair back a bit to make space and jump out of the chair
"I'm sorry but if you don't, I'll have no choice but to make your life a living hell, take my grandson from you as soon as he's born" his green eyes turn a darker "If you haven't realized, I'm powerful enough to make sure you never have a moment of relief again"
All traces of the kind gentleman I laughed with, gone replaced with a man with a cold, almost heartless stare.
"You can't do that" I shriek and take a step back
Instinctively, I place my hand over my belly protectively.
"Oh, I can" he shakes his head proudly "And I will. You'll be surprised what I'd do to get what I want"
"No" I mutter, because that's the only thing I can manage.
I take another step back.
"Think hard and make the right decision, will you darling? It's just gonna be about 10 months" his eyes soften a bit.
"Oh and darl." he pauses as his eyes turn dark again "Don't mention this to anybody. I can't tell you what will happen if you do"
I shake my head, take one more step back before turning around and bolting to the door.
This can't be right.
"Liam, I'm getting married" I call casually from the kitchen."Alright, baby sis. To who¿" he calls back, blankly. He probably thinks this is a joke.Who wouldn't? 'I'm getting married' isn't something people just throw around."Anthony Trevalyan"Just that name and the TV turns blank as he strides into the kitchen with a 'stop joking with the devil, Missy' look."Say that again" he murmurs"Anthony" I shrug and look away"What the f**k are you saying, Liv?" he says with gritted teeth.My brother loathes the man.And so do I. But now I have to get married to him."That I'm getting married to Anthony Trevalyan" I say slowly"Where the f**k did this come from?" he breathes out in exasperation. His hands running through his hair. "What did the old man tell you?""That I'm getting married to Anthony Trevalyan" I murmur quietly"Why would you do that?" his voice is a lot more quiet and I know he's trying to
I'm dressed in a long, grey halter neck dress. My housemate, Stella, slept over at some Frat house so I have the apartment all to myself. Stella styled my hair yesterday before she left so I just have to make sure it stays that way. Against my better judgement, I decide on some make up. I stroll into Stella's room and right to her dressing table. I really should get make up of my own but I almost never use it, mostly because it makes my face itch but also because I'm too lazy most of the time. I dab on some foundation- much too little, in hopes to reduce the itching. Powder up my face with Stella's fluffy powder brush, then I opt for a nude, almost unnoticeable eye shadow. Then, with the eye liner, I gradually stroke a line from one corner of my eye to the other and repeat the process for the other side. I groom my brows and fill them with an eyebrow pencil then apply a coat of mascara on my lashes.
It's Saturday. 3 days after my graduation and it's my wedding.Well, fake wedding.I stare at the big, white box delivered this morning that holds my 'wedding dress'.I tear my gaze away from the box and make my way into the bathroom.Taking my time in the bathroom, it's 9:20 by the time I return.The sound of my hair drier soon fills the room.Soon enough, my hair is dry and I gently massage my scalp with my hair cream.Then I head for the white box, excitement bubbling in me.I'm irritated by how excited I am for this dress.Opening it up, I find a really beautiful, silk dress that probably costs a fortune but one glance and I know I'm not wearing that.It's pretty and all but, it's too revealing and I'm pregnant. I can't wear that.'Trust the Trevalyan's to totally f**k this up' I snort"Now I'm talking to myself" I raise my hands in exasperationGoing through every potential wedding dress replacement i
"How was that?" I ask, turning to face Anthony with a shit-eating grin plastered on my lips.Why the heck am I joyed so over-joyed?Surprisingly though, he grins right back "Not bad for a girl"Maybe it won't be total hell living with this guy for a few months after all"A girl? What's that supposed to mean?" I try to frown but fail miserably"Oh nothing" he raises his hand in a 'surrender' gesture"Good. Thought I'd be having your head for my first meal"He chuckles, a light, quiet one laced with amusement "I see I've married a feisty soul""Oh, trust me you don't know yet"He makes no move to leave so I hop out first and turn in the direction of the house but I freeze on the spot as the house comes into full view.It's not a house. Mansion hardly describes it. Palace comes close. It is a series of rectangles constructed of steel and glass. It's unapologetically modern.The sides are polished
"Dad says to give you this" Anthony says in his usual impassive tone as he stretches a brand new IPhone 12 towards me.The phone pack glitters in my eyes and the imaginary sound of a magic wand in a fairy tale movie fills my ears.Tempting as it is though, I have to decline. I will not allow myself to be indebted to these people in any way."No" I say simply and go back to scrolling through my Instagram feed on my iPhone 8.I glance up just in time to see his impassive look morph into one of confusion."What do you mean 'no'?" He mutters, his look and tone impassive once again."Mr. Trevelyan, I'm sure you're not dumb. The word 'no' can be defined as an act or instance of denying or refusing. It is a negative vote or decision. What don't you understand, Sir?" I blink up at him with an innocent smile playing on my lips.He's not the playful guy I met the day I married him. As the days went by he's morphed into something humourless, with
I stumble my way through the front door at exactly 12:23 am.I'm so tired.If there's one thing I'm glad about...it's that I don't have to see Violet or Anthony this night.Ugh...they annoy me when they're together."Seriously¿ A Club?" A deep, authoritative voice resonates through the room as I step into the living room.I freeze in my spot, startled greatly by how calm yet fear-inspiring the voice is.Recovering from my state, I turn slowly to the direction of the voice."Hi" I breathe, because honestly the expression on Anthony's face has me shitting myself on the inside."What kind of married, heavily pregnant woman goes to a club?" He growlsHe makes me feel like a child caught stealing candy."I'm not heavily pregnant" I whisper."You're married. What will others think of you?" He says through gritted teeth.In a moment of confience, I square my shoulders and scoff at him "You're married and you go arou
The sound of my phone ringing wakes me up from my alarming dream.Without even bothering to check the caller ID, I slide towards 'receive' and bring it to my ear."Mrs. Trevelyan?" I hear a familiar voice say politely."Hmm?" I mumble sleepily."I apologize if this is a bad time. I'm calling to inform you that you are scheduled to be in Maldives tomorrow for your honeymoon" Andrea mutters formallyNow that snaps sleepiness right out of me."Say that again?" I say slowly."Mr. Trevelyan has asked me to inform you of your trip to Maldives, South Asia for your honeymoon ma'am" she repeats.I know she's not talking about Anthony because she works for his father and Anthony can't make such a ridiculous decision.I want to yell at her and all but she's nothing but a messenger who bears a dumb message, I shouldn't take it out on her."Thanks, Andrea" I mutter quickly before disconnecting the call.Immediately, I scroll throu
"Wait in the car" Anthony orders and I nod obediently, grab my suitcase and head for the black Mercedes he left running.The trunk is open so I shove my suitcase in there, and sit in the backseat with my fanny pack that contains my phone, charger, air pods and other small things.He soon hops in the driver seat, buckles his seatbelt and just when I think we're about to move, he turns to me."Do I look like a driver to you, Olivia?" He says sternly and I find myself shaking my head 'no' and scrambling to the front seat.He's sporting a look of surprise when I look to him, though he quickly recovers."Wanna drive?" He asks.It's tempting, I wanna scream yes but to risk doing something wrong and have him do God knows what to me....No, thank you!I've had a glimpse of him. I've seen the tip of the HELL everyone says he is and I definitely don't want to see any more.