Moments before.
Gerald looked at his assistant with a sharp gaze. "Repeat what you said?" he asked sharply. The middle-aged man who had worked since he was a baby looked at him and said flatly.
"Your fiancee, Miss Karenina Brooks has disappeared, sir." He answered again.
"Disappear?" He repeated the word. Not because Gerald's hearing was impaired, but to make sure that what he heard was wrong. "Disappeared, you say?" The old man nodded again, "The day before the wedding?" Again, the older adult nodded. "How so?" He asked in a cold tone that usually made his opponents falter.
"Our informant said that your fiancé disappeared quietly right before dinner." Said the middle-aged man without feeling the slightest pressure from his employer's arrogant and cold attitude. He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment.
Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.
"How dare she." Said Gerald as he sat back down in his oversized chair. His right hand was clenched tightly on the table. His eyes looked sharp and full of threat. "Prepare the car! We're going there right now. I have to confirm this news in person." The order was harsh. The middle-aged man bowed and walked away. "Oliver Brooks. How dare you embarrass me." He hissed sharply.
The car had arrived at the Brooks family residence. The announcement of his arrival caused the hostess to open the door with her own two hands. Her beautiful, well-groomed face looked at Gerald with panic and pale eyes.
"M-Mr Zeroun." Her sentences stammered, seeming to be trying to smile and get rid of his nervousness. The arrogance and elegance that usually appeared had now faded because the woman was aware that the trouble her daughter had caused, she believed, had reached the tycoon, the prospective groom.
"Good evening, Mrs. Brooks." Greet Gerald with extraordinary friendliness. Gerald could see the woman wringing her hands together and swallowing hard because she was nervous.
"N-night." She was still stuttering. The older adult swallowed her saliva again before speaking again. "Mr Zeroun, what are you doing here?"
"Why? Can't I stop by my bride's house? Even if it's just to check what percentage of our wedding preparations have been completed?" Gerald asked casually, which made the woman shake her head nervously.
"N-it's not like that. It's just that it is said that the bride and groom should not meet each other before the wedding." Mrs. Caitlyn answered with an excuse.
Gerald raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head. "This is not an ordinary wedding; we are also not a typical wedding couple. It is not like that?" Gerald reminded. "Or actually, you're trying to hide something from me. Because I heard my prospective bride disappeared a few moments ago." He said in a low voice, but it sounded like lightning striking Mrs Caitlyn's ears.
"T-that's not true." She stuttered her answer with her eyes wide open. "Wh-where did you hear such fake news? That's a terrible rumor." She said while holding her chest like someone who was in shock.
"It's good if the news isn't true," Gerald said with a sweet smile, which made the woman smile back in relief. He entered the room that Mrs. Caitlyn opened, where a middle-aged man greeted him with an equally wide smile. "But even if it is true, I hope this news has not reached my grandmother, Madame. Because I don't know what she will say later if she finds out that her future grandson-in-law just left the day before the wedding," he said in a warning tone that shocked the middle-aged man.
Gerald casually walked towards the empty single sofa. He was sitting on it with arrogance, like the house's owner. His hand reached out for the empty glass on the table and poured ice cubes into it before pouring the golden liquid over it.
Gerald casually shook his glass. The sound of ice cubes clinking against glass fills the silence. Gerald slowly sipped the expensive whiskey that his 'future in-laws' had. He felt a hot sensation spread across his throat.
Gerald seemed very relaxed compared to the couple currently looking at him with anticipation. He didn't want this marriage, so for him, it didn't matter even if it didn't happen because it was an arranged marriage made by his mother and Mr. Brooks' wife.
His grandmother, Mrs. Rosaline Zeroun, like Gerald, never agreed to the idea of this marriage. However, for one or two reasons, this marriage is the solution they consider the best.
Mrs. Brooks stepped hastily towards another sofa near Gerald. The look in her eyes seemed increasingly panicked. Clearly, the woman could no longer hide what was happening at her residence. Both hands gripped the sofa handle tightly. Gerald could even see that her red nail-covered knuckles were turning white from her grip strength.
"N-no. Please don't say anything to Mrs. Rosaline," she asked stammeringly. "Karenina is not missing. Maybe she is relaxing because she has been locked up at home for a week. She will come back. I promise." Again, Mrs. Brooks looked at him with pitying eyes.
Gerald leaned back relaxed, and placed his right hand, which was holding the glass, on the arm of the sofa, before positioning his right leg over his left leg. He shook his whiskey glass before taking another sip.
"Is that true, Mr. Brooks?" Gerald looked at the lady's husband with a flat but intimidating gaze.
The older adult sitting far across from him seemed to straighten up in his seat but could not answer.
"Well well well, how is it Mrs Brooks? Why don't I get a definite answer?" he asked, which made the woman look back at her husband angrily before looking back at Gerald with pitiful eyes.
"No, really. Karenina is not missing and I ensure that tomorrow's event will continue as it should. Karenina will return. Tomorrow she will be your bride at the altar." The answer is sure.
Gerald raised an eyebrow. "If not?" he challenged.
"There's no saying no. I guarantee that he will be there." Mrs. Brooks answered firmly.
Gerald raised the corners of his lips. "Okay, I'll take you at your word. But if he doesn't return, you know the consequences, right?" Gerald's question, this time, scared the woman.
The hostess glanced at her husband, asking for help. But didn't get any support at all.
"If this marriage is cancelled, then I will look for another bride and that means the financial injection from our family will be cancelled." Gerald said with extraordinary calm.
"I'm not just making empty threats, Mr. Oliver Brooks. You know how I work. And this 'business' idea was a suggestion from your wife. So if this marriage fails, I won't be harmed. But maybe you and your family will be the ones who will become beggars on the streets." Gerald showed a smile in his eyes while his lips sipped the remaining whiskey in the glass. He got up, and simultaneously, a scream was heard.
"Mommy, it's Karen!" The voice of the boy whom Gerald had not noticed earlier came from outside. Not long after, a beautiful girl with a face Gerald knew stepped in with an arrogant attitude. The girl's gaze fell on the screaming boy.There was no smile on her face, not like Karenina usually showed. There is no friendliness at all. They have similar faces and body shapes but are so different. Very different. Gerald thought. Even the way they dress is very different.The Karenina that Gerald knew usually wore dresses and only occasionally wore pants. But Karenina in front of her now looks comfortable wearing long, tight jeans that wrap around her slender legs and hips.And the white transparent blouse wraps a tank top of the same colour. It makes people want to look at what's inside those clothes.And the girl's hair. Gerald frowned. The last time I saw Karenina's hair, the girl's hair was waist-length and dyed brown. Meanwhile, the girl in front of him had jet-black hair slightly shor
Gerald looked at the folder in front of him. Four hours after the mother and child drama performance, his assistant got all the data he needed.How easy is the power of money? And networking, of course.Twins Ariana Leonidas and Karenina Brooks. Born in January twenty-five years ago. Father, Bradley Leonidas. Mother, Caitlyn Brooks. The divorce occurred fifteen years ago, and the Reason is economics.The second sheet contains even more specific data. Caitlyn left Bradley after her husband was declared bankrupt due to fraud. A month later, Caitlyn became Brooks' mistress despite the ongoing divorce trial. Meanwhile, since his wife left, Bradley's health has declined. He had a heart attack and ended with a stroke.Caitlyn took Karenina. Meanwhile, Ariana was left with Bradley. Little Ariana was raised by her father's co-worker named, Hestia. Hestia also looked after Bradley until the man was declared cured. Two years after his divorce, Bradley married Hestia. Who is a divorcee because s
The three women turned to him. Two stared, While one looked shy. Ariana cringed at the sight. "S-She. How could that be?" Asked the shoulder-length-haired woman. The woman is beautiful, white-skinned, with a sad face, and of course, if she smiles, she will give a warm impression. Of course, her skin was smooth from care, as was the woman sitting next to her."Ariana Leonidas?" The voice came from the oldest woman there."Yes it's me." Ariana nodded politely at her."I'm Rosaline Zeroun." The woman just nodded without intending to stand up and reach out her hand. Ariana followed her and just nodded slowly. "He's my daughter-in-law Isidora. And next to her, it looks like you know who.""Mrs. Caitlyn Brooks," Ariana answered flatly. The older adult nodded again. "What's the matter with three respectable women coming to my dingy place?" Ariana asked, seeming to be sarcastic."We heard bad news." Said the older adult."Is it true?" Ariana asked sarcastically. "Does it have anything to do w
Ariana was leaning against the wall, chatting with her employees who were busy cleaning the seafood that would be the main ingredient for their lunch. A sauce chef was working on the ingredients, while others were cleaning vegetables. Ariana's laughter stopped when Amber tapped her shoulder and pulled her away. "We need to talk," she said. Ariana turned and looked at Amber with her usual poker face. They headed towards the front of the restaurant. Amber gestured for her to follow without saying a word. Ariana finally got into the girl's sedan. Okay, the bespectacled girl was clearly in her annoyed mode. Ariana would just follow along. Before long, they parked at a cafe, ordered gelato, a few slices of cake, and some cold drinks. It seemed like Amber was trying to bribe her. "What do you want to know?" she asked, getting straight to the point. Honestly, Amber couldn't stay mad at Ariana for long. Because if she got angry, Ariana with her stubborn attitude would ignore her. Or worse,
"Are you sure you don't want to give your mother a chance?" Amber asked again. Ariana looked at her and then shook her head. Okay, Amber wouldn't persuade her anymore. If she was just ignored by Ariana, what if Ariana fired her later? She might also get scolded by Ariana's father. They returned to the restaurant. It was already 11 in the morning when they got back. Both Ariana and Amber entered their workspace, which also served as their private break room. Ariana, who had left her phone in her bag, was now checking it. She slid the screen, unlocked it, and saw several missed calls. "Mom?" Ariana pressed her mother's number and made the call. "Ariana, hello, dear." The voice on the other end sounded panicked and tearful. "Mom? Is there..." "Your father, dear," her mother interrupted before Ariana could ask. "What about Dad?" "Mom, you don't know. Dad called earlier, but suddenly the call got cut off. Mom went to Dad's office, but they said Dad left for an appointment. Mom checke
Gerald was dressed in a white suit with silver threads adorning the lapels. He looked even more handsome with his clean-shaven face, specially prepared for this occasion. His thick, black hair was neatly styled with expensive musk-scented hair oil. His grandmother sat beside him, holding his left hand with her wrinkled right hand. Gerald patted that hand reassuringly. He loved his grandmother deeply, even more than his mother. And this marriage wasn't the marriage they initially wanted, but after learning who his bride was, both of them had found new motivation. They had entered the grand estate. Mr. and Mrs. Brooks, along with their son, were waiting at the entrance, along with several people Gerald didn't recognize. They were all dressed in expensive and classy attire, clearly tailored for the occasion. They welcomed Gerald and his family as if they were honored guests. And indeed, they were honored guests. The Brooks family had to flatter them, or else their family's nobility woul
Gerald had stopped pretending to be sick. He sat on the bed, supporting his body by placing his hands on either side of him. His legs crossed each other. His eyes looked at Ariana, scanning her from top to bottom. "You're beautiful," the man said. "No need to remind me. I already knew that. You're not the first person to say that," Ariana answered casually. She was now sitting with her back to the mirror. Her hips leaned against the dressing table, while her arms were folded in front of her chest, making her ample bosom look even puffier. "Besides, if 'she' is ugly, how would a man like you marry her?" The sentence referred to his identical twin sister, Karenina. "A man like me?" Gerald raised an eyebrow. "Yes, men like you. And people like you. People who prioritize reputation above all else. Respect seekers," Ariana mocked. Gerald smiled and nodded in agreement. "Yes, I think you're right," he said later. "But my wife," Gerald rose again from his seat and slowly approached. Aria
The night had grown so late. Ariana once again entered the room that had been used for her preparations earlier. The reception was not yet over, but she was exhausted. Extremely tired. Especially because she had been forced to look elegant by wearing stilettos all night. Something she had avoided for so long. And she had no idea when the event would end. She didn't care anymore. What mattered was that she had fulfilled her duties as a bride earlier. Welcoming the guests. And after that, it wasn't her obligation to accompany and engage with them all night long. After all, she didn't even know them. They were Brooks family guests and her unfamiliar husband's guests. Not hers. Fortunately, the peach dress she was wearing was easy to take off. The only thing that puzzled Ariana now was, where was her change of clothes? The jeans and shirt she had been wearing earlier were nowhere to be found. As a result, she sought out the housemaid who had been accompanying her since earlier, asking h