As we entered the cabin, I looked at Sarah, I could tell by the look on her face that she loved the cabin as much as I did. Her eyes were bright, and a smile played at the corners of her mouth.
We entered and the ladies I saw from last time were there. A lady who I assumed based on her outfit is the chief housekeeper approached us, smiling.
"Welcome, Ms. Jones," she said, her voice warm and friendly. "Megan, show the other Ms. Jones around"
She faced Sarah.
"Are you going to be fine?"
I looked at her.
"Are you kidding? I'm not a kid"
She smiled as she followed Megan.
The chief housekeeper introduced herself. "I'm Beth," she said. "I'll be your point of contact for any questions or needs you might have during your stay."
"Thank you," I said. "It's nice to meet you, Beth."
"The pleasure is all mine," she said. "I know this is all a bit overwhelming, so I'll try to make your stay as comfortable as possible." She turned to my sister.
"Follow me, Ms. Jones"
Beth led me up the stairs and down a long hallway. She opened the door to a cozy room, with a queen-sized bed and a view of the surrounding forest. The room had a rustic charm, with exposed beams and wooden furniture. A small fireplace sat in the corner, and the mantle was decorated with a vase of fresh flowers, Beautiful.
"This is your room," Beth said. "I hope you find it to your liking."
What do you mean? I love it
"I like it"
I said and smiled.
"You have a beautiful smile, Ms. Jones"
"Um... Thank you"
I blushed a little.
"Take your time settling in, Ms. Jones" Beth said. "You have two days to settle in before you meet Mr. Williams' family. In the meantime, I will be telling you important things you need to know"
Two days?
The words "Mr. Williams' family" echoed in my mind, and I felt a pit of dread in my stomach. In just two days, I was going to meet the family of the man i know nothing about.
"Lunch will be delivered to your room" Beth said. "And if you need anything, there will be someone stationed at the door to help you, there are clothes in your wardrobe. You can just ring the bell if you need anything."
I tried to smile, but it felt more like a grimace. I knew that I needed to relax. But my anxiety was making it hard to focus on anything other than the thought of meeting Mr. Williams' family in two days.
As Beth left the room, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. The bed looked so inviting, with its fluffy pillows and crisp white sheets. I kicked off my shoes and crawled under the covers, letting my body sink into the soft mattress. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, but my thoughts kept racing. What would Mr. Williams' family be like? Would they be friendly, or would they judge me for being a stranger in their midst? I didn't know what to expect, and that uncertainty was eating away at my peace of mind.
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The shower felt amazing, and I wore the Soft pants and cozy sweatshirt I found in the wardrobe. After that, I sank into the soft bed and drifted off into a deep sleep. I felt my worries fading away, and I relaxed into a peaceful slumber. When I awoke, I felt refreshed and renewed, like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
The trees outside my window were swaying gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling softly. There were no other houses in sight, and the cabin was surrounded by woods on all sides. It was quiet, except for the sounds of nature - the wind in the trees, the rustle of leaves, and the occasional bird call. The evening was beginning to set in, and the sky was a deep, rich blue. It was a peaceful, serene setting.
I wondered what Sarah was up to. I put on the fluffy slippers near my bed and head for the door.
"What do you need? Ms. Jones?"
Oh right, Beth told me someone would be here incase I need anything. Has she been standing here for hours?
"Nothing, I just want to see my sister"
She led me to Sarah's room.
"She's sound asleep"
I saw her curled up on the bed, sound asleep. A novel lay face down on the bed, as if she had been reading before drifting off. I smiled, thinking of how she must have been so tired that she couldn't finish the book before falling asleep. I carefully closed the door, trying not to wake her up.
"Ms. Jones!"
Beth heels clicked towards us. She startled me.
"I'm sorry, you looked startled. You can leave"
She faced the other lady with me.
"Yeah..."
"I must say, Ms. Jones" Beth said with a grin "your sister certainly has a passion for reading. She was quite insistent that we provide her with a variety of books."
I couldn't help but laugh. "I know, she's always been an avid reader. It's one of her favorite things to do."
Beth shook her head, still smiling. "Well, I must say, it's refreshing to see someone so devoted to the written word. It's not something you see every day."
As we walked, Beth began to share some information about the Williams family. "Mr. George Williams is a well-respected businessman, Owner of G&C enterprises. With a reputation for being fair and honest. He married three wives"
Three wives? Wow
She continued.
"Mrs. Catherine Williams, the first wife died in the smallpox pandemic. Before she died, she gave birth to the first son of Mr. Williams, Alexander Williams. Mrs. Elena Williams, The second wife died of Coronary artery disease years after she gave birth to the second son, Carlton Williams, your husband to be. He is currently married to a young woman, Mrs. Laura Williams. They've been married for about a year now"
"Wow, that's quite a family history"
She nodded and smiled.
"Mr. Carlton Williams is what you might call a workaholic," Beth began, describing my husband to be.
"His job is his life, and he is married to it. He never takes a day off, never takes a vacation, and is always working on something. In fact, I've heard that he even has a desk in his bedroom, so that he can work even when he's supposed to be sleeping. He's a very driven and focused man, with little time for anything else."
It obvious. The day we met, he was on his phone all through, he only looked at me briefly.
"Wow," I said, trying to imagine what it would be like to be married to such a man. "Is he always so serious?"
"I wouldn't say that he's always serious" Beth replied, "but he does tend to take everything very seriously. He has little patience for small talk or social niceties, and he's always looking for the next big project or the next big deal. He can be quite intense, and it's hard to get a read on him at times."
"Ms. Jones" Beth said, "Mr. Alexander Williams, the eldest son. He's married to a lovely woman named Elizabeth. They have a three-year-old daughter named Olivia, who is absolutely adorable."
"This is going to be a bit of a whirlwind for you, so I want to make sure you're as prepared as possible. I know it can be intimidating to meet someone like Mr. Williams for the first time, but I'm here to help you through it"
In two days?
After dinner, I lay in bed, my phone buzzed, Charlotte had emailed me the contract. I read through it briefly, skimming the details, copying and pasting my signature.
I drifted off to sleep, my mind full of questions and possibilities. What would my new life be like? Would I be happy?
The time had passed quickly, and now it was the day of meeting his family. I still didn't feel prepared, but there was no going back now. I had spent the last two days with Beth, learning all I could about the family and the life I was about to enter into. But no matter how much I learned, I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty. Was I making the right decision? As I sat there, lost in thought, the door to my room opened and Beth walked in, followed by a woman I'd never seen before. "Ms. Jones, this is Jasmine," Beth said, smiling warmly. "She's going to help you get ready for tonight." "I'll leave you two to get started," Beth said, turning to leave the room. "I'll check back in a little while." The door closed behind her, and I turned my attention to the woman standing before me. "Hi," she said, holding out her hand. "I'm Jasmine Harris, and I'm here to help you get ready for tonight." I took her hand and shook it, trying to smile and seem relaxed, even though I was nervous an
"Aren't you a little dressed up for a family dinner?" George said to her as she took her seat next to him. "You should focus on your son, tell him to change his wardrobe, all I see is suits, suits, suits" She replied. With the way she replied, my guess, she's the third wife, she looks so young, did she marry him because of his money or are they really in love? "Whatever" She ended her argument with George and faced Carlton who was seated with me on the other side of the table. "Carlton, don't you want to say hi? You are making look like an evil stepmother" He smiled, fake smile, it didn't reach his eyes, his body language was tense. "Samantha, meet Laura Williams, my father's wife, Laura, meet my fiancée, Samantha Jones" I smiled at her, waiting for her to say something. "When is the food going to get here? George, you need to replace them, they are always slow" She didn't look at me and ignored the introduction making it look like I was completely invisible. That went well
CARLTON"Carlton, come to my study," Father called out as he left the room. I followed him, closing the door softly behind me."Have a seat," he said, motioning to the chair beside him."I'm fine, Dad. My fiancée is waiting, and you know how your wife can get," I replied calmly."It won't take long," he insisted, already settled in his seat. I took a deep breath and sat down."After you're officially married, you'll have your right to become my heir. I don't need to know why you changed your mind or what happened between you and your brother. Just remember, our company was built on peace and trust, not on blood. If I pass it on to either of you, I don't want any blood stains on it." He adjusted his glasses, eyeing me with a hint of concern. I clasped my hands together, "You have my word," I promised, eager to move past the conversation about Alexander.As he dismissed me with a wave of his hand, I rose from my seat and made my way out of the room. But just as I stepped into the hall
SAMANTHAAs we entered the car, I could feel the tension between us. I was still reeling from what had happened, and I didn't know how to act around him. I wanted to ask him what was going on, but I didn't know how to start the conversation. And then, of course, Laura walked in at the worst possible moment. It was like she had a radar for these things, always showing up at the most inopportune times.The whole ride home, I was consumed by a mix of emotions. I was angry at Carlton for kissing me and then acting like it was nothing. As I sat there, trying to process my thoughts and feelings, my mind kept replaying the kiss over and over again. I could still feel his lips on mine, the way he had pulled me close to him, the way my body had responded. I felt ashamed of myself. I felt like I was just a pawn in some game, that I was just a bride for hire. I felt like I had no control over my own life, and I hated that feeling. I was trapped. The car halted in front of the cabin, I alighted.
"What?! No way in hell am I letting my sister go to school in another country, no way!" I exploded, shooting up from my seat in frustration."Please, have a seat, Ms. Jones," Carlton said calmly, gesturing for me to sit back down. Reluctantly, I complied, though my defiance still lingered in the air. "That wasn't part of our deal," I argued, crossing my arms in frustration. "I never agreed to that.""It was indeed part of our agreement," Carlton countered evenly. "And I've thought long and hard about it. I don't want her here, and I'm willing to continue sponsoring her education even after our contract ends. The school I've chosen is top-notch.""But she knows no one in New York," I protested weakly."I need your answer now so arrangements can be made," Carlton pressed, his tone firm.Sighing heavily, I sank back into the chair, torn between my protective instincts and the generous opportunity he was offering. It was a lot to process, and I couldn't deny the weight of the decision res
The big day is finally here, and a famous makeup artist named Lily Parker did my makeup, making me look stunning. Jasmine styled my hair into an elegant updo and kept hyping me, wishing she was as lucky as me. Little did she know, marrying someone who was always busy and distant wasn't easy. I know it's a contract marriage, but at least we should communicate better. He barely talked to me unless it was necessary. The last time I saw him was when we picked out my wedding dress. We are going to appear as a beautiful couple today, ugh.Slipping into my wedding dress, I couldn't help but admire myself in the mirror. Jasmine, my hairstylist, kept hyping me up, commenting on how breathtaking I looked. As I fastened the dress, I noticed the heels that matched perfectly, undoubtedly chosen by Carlton while I was in the dressing room. They felt different from the ones I wore at the sultry siren; they were sleek, with delicate straps and a shimmering finish, adding an extra touch of elegance to
CARLTON I couldn't wait for the evening to be over. Laura, my father's wife, suggested throwing a party for our partners at the penthouse, and of course, Father agreed. Before the festivities began, I gave a brief speech to thank our partners for attending the wedding. Then, I started greeting everyone personally. "Mr. Williams, congratulations," Micheal Larsen, one of the company's shareholders, called out to me. "Thank you," I replied, shaking his outstretched hand with a forced smile. "I must say, your wife is very beautiful. You have a great taste. I guess I'm the only bachelor left in the city," he remarked with a smirk. "I doubt that. Thank you for coming," I responded politely, eager to end the conversation and escape the night's discomfort. Suddenly, I felt someone take my hand. I turned to see my supposed bride. Her dress, a stunning shade of blue, reminded me of the first dress I bought for Laura, the one she wore on our first date, it looked exactly the same. Anger
I blinked my eyes open, gazing up at the ceiling of the cabin's room. We had left the penthouse early at George's insistence, who wanted to give "the newlyweds some privacy". Carlton and I drove back to the cabin, and why was I expecting him to explain why I had to change that beautiful dress? Perhaps he still had feelings for Laura. Ugh, I felt like a third wheel. Surprisingly, Carlton stayed the night at the cabin for the first time, though we slept in separate rooms, of course. If he hadn't stayed, I was certain there would have been headlines speculating about our relationship. I stretched my body and sat up in bed, feeling exhausted. Just then, Beth entered the room, as if she always knew when I was awake. "Good morning, Ms. Williams," Beth greeted me cheerfully. I will never get used to that name. I groaned in response. "You are leaving for your honeymoon in 90 minutes." Her announcement hung in the air like a heavy fog, enveloping me in a mixture of apprehension and uncertain