The woman’s eyes sparkled as she gushed at what the man was about to do. She trembled, her right hand flying to her chest. Her high school dreamsthey were coming true.
But her dreams were about to shatter as a baritone voice cut through the dimly lit hall. Words that seem to stall the two love birds.
There you are, Mrs. Walton!
Mrs. Walton? The beautiful yet confused woman asked, wearing a deep frown. Did he miss his way? She took a closer look at the man who exuded nothing but wealth.
And beauty.
A high cheekbone with chiseled jawline which would make even the finest Greek god ashamed of their beauty. He was tall, and broad-shouldered in a three piece suit standing just a few feet away.
His hazel eyes were watching the woman like he had every right to be there. As if, the woman was committing treasonor whatever.
The woman turned around to see if he was addressing someone else in the hall. Yet there was none who seemed to be familiar with him. She turned to look at him again and couldn’t help but notice he had a smirk playing around his lips.
A dangerous smirk yet it went straight to the woman’s heart, making her giddy. The strange man called the name again and pointed directly at her.
Yes, You, Mrs Walton. You are the one I am talking to.
The woman blinked, unsure of her next words. He didn’t look like he was joking, and he definitely didn’t look like someone who would want to blackmail her.
His outfit alone screamed wealth.
A man standing next to the woman bit hard on his lips, his patience weaning by the second. With a fierce looking gaze, he shot up from his kneeling position and angrily took a stance between the woman and the meddling man.
“What the hell do you mean by that?” He snarled. The air was filled with anger and viciousness, yet the meddling man was unperturbed.
As if the angry man was nothing to him and his anger was like the cries of a baby. The meddling man’s smirk grew even larger, staring at the angry man.
He was enjoying every bit of it, the woman could tell.
She was angry too. He just fucking ruined her engagement. Before the woman could react, the stranger took a single step forward. He didnt raise a hand, didnt say a word, instead his pointy hazel eyes locked onto her hand, the one with the Star Diamond ring.
He wore a scanning look, searching and waiting.
As if genuinely expecting recognition, but all the woman felt was a shady void and seething anger. However, there was this very little but vague familiarity about his face but there were no memories attached to it.
Was he mistaking her for someone? Or had she really met him somewhere?
Then, slowly, her gaze started to drop downward. To the ring on her finger. The one that had startled her this morning.
And unlike before, this time, a flash of memory surfaced. An image of her, sliding the ring onto her own hand. And just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished again.
The woman looked back at the stranger quickly. He was so much closer now. His hazel eyes looked more alluring, as if it wanted to suck her in. And as for his voice, it carried a passionate hiss even as his eyes were desperately staring at her.
Tell him, Elara . Tell him who you belong to.”
His gaze burned into the woman’s eyes, and for the life of her, she couldnt understand why her throat went dry at the sound of his words.
What the hell was going on? she mused, expecting an answer.
From anyone.
***
EARLIER THAT DAY
The rays of light hit softly on the woman lying on the spacious and luxurious bed. The light glow from the morning sun shines on her delicate skin and blonde hair, making her look serene. Beauty was just a mere word to what this woman exudes.
Elara Clarksville, the heiress to the Clarksville empire.
As Elara drowned in the sweetness of the morning slumber, a banging head and an aching body made her yawn tiredly as her eyes slowly opened, taking in the intricate designs on the wall.
Tired Elara whispered to no one as she yawned even more loudly. This time, she covered her mouth with her hand.
Then, Just as she began to lower her hand, she felt the brush of something cold against her cheek. The sensation had come from the same palm she had just covered her mouth with.
When Elara checked quickly to observe, a glint from her finger hit her eyes. With a squint, she took a glance and her eyes almost popped out of its socket.
A diamond ring.
It looked stunning, too expensive, and unfamiliar. One look at the ring and Elara could tell even money couldn’t buy it. It was the highly sought after Star Diamond.
Where did this come from? Elara murmured in confusion. It was obvious she could never afford this.
As Elara sought the reason why she had such an expensive ring, her head started banging once again. This time, it looked as though there were fragments of memories flashing in her mind’s eyes.
She shut her eyes tightly, trying to replay the events of the previous day.
Starting from her business trip, the final moments before Elara returned to her penthouse, anything that could explain not just this ring but how she even returned back to her home and this room.
But there was nothing tangible.
The memories had not disappeared completely, they were just blurry pictures, too dull to make complete sense.
Elara exhaled finally, shaking off the awkward feeling.
It must have been from Josh
Though, this was an awfully luxurious choice. It was almost impossible for Josh to afford it. It makes no sense, yet it was the only reason that she could grasp.
With a sigh, she pushed the thought aside, getting ready to freshen up. Just then, Elara received an incoming call. One glance at the name on the screen and her face broke into a tired smile.
Josh Love.
The caller was Joshua Hudson, her boyfriend. Without hesitation, Elara sat down again on the bed as she grabbed the phone.
Josh, she greeted softly.
The deep, affectionate tone on the other end made her chest grow lighter.
Meet me at LeCross tonight. Eight sharp. And wear something stunning. He had finally said.
There was a small silence. An expectant brightness appeared in Elara’s eyes. She knew exactly what this was. She had spent years waiting for it, actually.
Of course. I wouldnt miss it. Elara managed to whisper.
Elara wanted to ask about the Star Diamond ring, but the call had already ended. Instead, she stared at a blank spot on the wall, her smile brighter than ever.
It was finally happening. Josh was going to propose to her.
God, I cant wait.
As Elara prepared to leave minutes later, she thought of her best friend, Abby. About how she would have been perfect for helping her choose a dress, but she was unavailable.
And even if she werent, the fact that Abby had never really liked Josh very much would have dulled her enthusiasm.
Instead, Elara called her trusted secretary, Samantha, who was already waiting outside her room. The moment Elara mentioned her plans, Samantha squealed with so much excitement that it left her even surprised.
Sam, you can’t be this excited because of the proposal. Elara chuckled, amused at how people loved proposals so much.
Sorry, Miss. Clarksville. I-
You don’t have to apologise, Sam. I love it too! Elara grinned, motioning for them to leave.
She can’t wait to say yes to Josh.
At 7:50 PM, Elara arrived at the venue in the dress Samantha had picked. She walked with confidence even though she was nervous. The click clack sound of her heels could best describe her heartbeat right now.
Then, at a table near the terrace, she saw Joshua in a charcoal suit. He was looking extremely dashing, the perfect description of her Prince charming.
Elara exhaled, as the butterflies were exploding now in her stomach. She managed to stop herself from grinning like a lovestruck high school girl.
Then their eyes met.
This was the long awaited minute. Joshua had since risen from his chair, reaching into his pocket just as Elara moved closer.
Another ring? she whispered, beaming with smiles.
For a second, Elara caught a look of confusion on Joshua’s face but it disappeared as it came. She watched as he wanted to say something. Instead, he smiled faintly before he brought out a velvet box.
Another ring for the official proposal?
But just as Joshua was about to initiate his first words, a voice from behind cut him short. A voice calling someone a Mrs. Watson.
Elara and Joshua jerked their heads towards the sound. The dim lighting of the hall was unable to hide the extremely handsome face.
A man she had never seen before. And who the hell was Mrs. Walton?
As Elara was stuck by the man’s words, she stared deeply at those eyes once more. They didn’t seem to lie. But if the meddling man wasn’t lying, then what actually happened?
No one could answer her.
Only the urge to go to him seemed stronger. Elara took a deep breath as she scolded herself. Why would she think of being with a stranger and betraying Joshua?
Tell them, Elara. Let them know who you belong to the meddling man said again, this time he took out a file as a faint smile danced around his kissable lips.
Elara couldn’t stop herself. Barely audible, she let out a question-like answer. You belong to-me?
Her heart wanted to know what the hell was happening. She tried to process the weird declaration from the stranger and even her weirder question.
Elara swallowed hard as she tried to make sense of it. So her sudden forgetfulness wasn’t a result of stress? Has something really happened to her?
Like something really serious?
Even though the earlier murmurs from the other people in the hotel lounge who were watching them from the corners had started to go down, Elara could not say the same thing about their stares.
Stares and poking gazes that seemed to bore holes into her skin. The embarrassment was killing her.
Then, in a sudden forceful movement, Joshua lunged forward and grabbed Elara’s wrist, yanking her toward himself as if to protect her from the meddling man.
As if to make a statement that he, not the stranger, truly owned her.
Elara felt touched by Joshua’s reaction yet something was nagging at her. Could it be the man’s piercing accusatory gaze or the fact that the man was too quiet?
She wanted to stop all of these but before she could even react, the stranger took a single step forward yet again and when he spoke, it was with a calm tone and an easy gesture.
His expression was a hidden facade of a brewing storm.
Careful, Hudson, thats my wife youre touching.
Elaras face squeezed. The atmosphere became even tense with the man staring intently at Joshua, a faint smile etched on his face.
” Hudson?” Elara squinted, staring at the stranger, at the certainty in his expression. So he also knew Joshua? Could that also mean he wasnt just making empty claims?
Now overwhelmed, Elara ripped her hand from Joshua’s own and took a step back, away from both of them. She was about to go crazy!
The smirk of the stranger deepened.
And then, with a pointed motion, he signaled at something on Elara’s left-hand side. Joshuas eyes followed the trace of his finger.
Elara bit hard on her lips, her hands clenched tightly too. She somehow knew what he was pointing at even before checking.
It must be it.
Nevertheless, Elara still checked, and there it was, just like she feared. Her voice was shaky and inaudible.
That damned ring.
The same ring she had been questioning, not just since she woke up but literally a few minutes ago.
It fits you perfectly, Mrs. Watson. Just like when you first put it on, He murmured.
His hazel eyes caught the confused look on Elara’s face. With a shrug, he added. Or are you saying you dont also remember slipping it on?
Joshuas eyes instantly met Elara’s as if he, too, was genuinely interested in her answer. But she couldn’t speak. She doesn’t know or remember anything.
Elara took another small step back, shaking her head faintly as she started to feel an ache in her head. It was so excruciating that she let out a loud grunt.
Then a second flash appeared, right when the aches stopped. The same one that showed her sliding the Star diamond ring onto her finger. Then just like before, it disappeared again.
Elara gasped while Joshua’s eyes narrowed at this point.
She could not exactly tell what he was thinking, but he was looking quite doubtful. The stranger sighed, almost as if he was tired of the charade, except that there was no charade here.
They were drowning in this mystery together.
Without another word, the meddling man reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. And when he lifted it, he turned its screen toward Elara.
It was showing a document.
That instant, it was as if she was struck by lightning and showers of meteor. Elara didnt move at first, her eyes popping out as if the pair wasn’t enough to see whatever document the meddling man was holding.
She was damn too frozen and too stupefied to reach for it either.
Nevertheless, the meddling man stepped closer, closing the space between himself and her. With a face that seemed to defeat even the noblest of all prince charming, he urged her to take it.
If it wasn’t such an awkward situation, Elara just might have given in to those luscious lips. Even if it were her engagement.
She quickly shook those dirty thoughts from her as she collected the documents. Alas, some situations can even be swayed by a man’s beauty.
Still battling between her supposed lust and the situation at hand, Elara heard Joshua’s heavy breath. Someone other than her was getting anxious.
Joshua, who was now close enough, leaned in as well to see. His curiosity was like a piercing tip of a dagger at Elara’s chest. And her swaying heart shrink in embarrassment. How could she daydream of a stranger in the presence of her fiance?
Then, reluctantly, she reached out and collected it. The thumping sound of Elara’s breath was the only sound she could hear, not until her eyes caught it. It was right at the beginning page of the document.
Elara Clarksville
Written in block letters. Attached to it, was the surname he had addressed her with earlier.
Watson
The same surname attached to the name which she believed was his first name.
Leo Watson
So his name was Leo? But Elara still did not remember meeting anyone with this name. It was just a vaguely familiar name like the name of one of her many business associates.
Then it clicked. Wasn’t the Watson family among her top business partners?
However, Elara pushed that thought aside. His name wasn’t her problem right now because the damn document was none other than a fucking marriage certificate!
Her supposed marriage certificate with this Leo guy. Elara’s heart jumped as she began to stagger back. When did all this happen?
The stranger’s voice, full of a quiet finality, broke through her thoughts once more.
With a tsk and a rather mocking sigh, Leo asked while casting a side glance at Joshua. We were married three days ago, sweetheart. Or do you not remember?
What? Joshua snapped out in anger and disbelief. His already feigned concern faltering like the air he was eagerly breathing in.
But Elara was too stunned now to care about Joshua’s outburst.
Three days? She gasped at the absurdity yet when she opened her mouth to refute it, no words came out.
The stranger was reaching out for something else in his pocket. And when he pulled it out this time it was an envelope. He moved quietly, walking to a nearby table and setting it down with deliberate care.
Elara turned back to the man, allowing her head to spin with a hundred different possibilities.
What if this was a setup? What if someone wanted to sabotage her, to ruin her engagement, her career? This was not particularly unlikely. With this thought, she turned back to the fellow with cold eyes and a tone that was even colder.
Elara snarled. I dont care who the hell you are, but I swear to God, I will have you arrested when I get to the bottom of this!
Leo didnt even flinch. If anything, Elara’s limp threat appeared to amuse him further. Then without bothering to give a response to her threat, he straightened his suit.
With a faint smile, he blurted out coldly. You have three days, darling. That should be enough to say your goodbyes.
And just like that, Leo turned and walked out.
Elara’s gaze was enough to shake the walls of the hall yet the straight back of Leo was more like the Great walls of China.
Elara breath out for a few seconds before she turned to Joshua, desperate for something that made sense. But he looked even more shaken than she was.
More anxious, more lost.
Joshua ran a hand through his hair roughly. Elara wanted to say something but before she could say another word, his phone vibrated. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen then froze. His expression transformed to a blank mask.
Then, without a word, he turned and stormed out.
Elara wanted to stop him. To follow him, but her legs wouldnt move, her voice wouldnt come. She was left standing there, lost. The whispers around the room were growing louder.
Her world was falling apart, because of a stranger and a forgotten memory. In her shattered state, her phone beeped with a message.
And her face became even more pale.
Mrs. Watson, don’t even think about escaping from me.”
That was the message on Elara’s phone. It was a strange number, which obviously belonged to her newly acquired husband.
Fuck you all!” Elara cursed, yelling loudly as she made her way out of the hall.
Not even the calling of her name from her close friends could stop her from going berserk. She was on the verge of breaking down.
As soon as she got into her car, she intended to get wasted in a bar but a message from her best friend made her change her mind. She made a U-turn to her penthouse, instead.
By the time Elara got back to her penthouse that night, she was exhausted all around. The day had been a complete and utter nightmare for her.
Feeling grumpy, she took a few confused steps into her living room. She needed a cold bath and a hot tequila to bring her back to sanity.
Elara flung her bag on the sofa and made her way inside the house, only to see a dark slender figure lurking inside.
Fuc-”
Elara swallowed the remaining words when she took a closer look. It was Vanessa Montgomery, her best friend.
And judging from the wide grin on her face, it was obvious that she had no idea of the eerie roller coaster Elara had just been through.
You know I can fucking kill you, right?” Elara asked, gripping her chest tightly.
If not for the strange happenings tonight, Elara wouldn’t even flinched at the sight of a vampire. However, today’s event have left her muddled headed.
Not before I listen to your juicy tale of proposal with that boyfriend of yours,” Vanessa responded, rolling her eyes.
Elara slumped on the sofa, thinking of how to tell her best friend that she was already married to a stranger which she had no recollection about.
So… youre getting married to Joshua, huh? Vanessa went further to ask, her tone filled with disappointment.
Vanessa had always hated Joshua and Elara had no idea why.
Elara let out a short, sharp bitter laughter. Oh, Vanessa. If only you were half right!
Vanessa, who was ready for another round of lecture, frowned slightly. She took another look at Elara and realized her friend was looking way out of the box.
Standing up abruptly with a dagger like gaze and anger that would literally destroy a nation, Vanessa let out the stem.
Did that son of a bitch cheat on you? I swear I am going to maim him right now!”
Elara who was feeling depressed suddenly sprang to her feet to hold back her dearest goddess of war.
Vanessa, please calm down let me expl-”
Elara, are you defending that cheater?”
Elara was having strings of headaches rushing in at once. If anyone had cheated, that would be her!
” I am the one that cheated! Elara let out, not believing those words came out from her mouth.
Vanessa who was all swords and guns was taken aback by her friend’s words. She blinked rapidly as if she was in a dream.
” You-You cheated on Joshua? Vanessa managed to ask, squinting her brows. The Elara she knew loves Joshua and would never cheat on him.
What the hell was happening?
” I think I cheated big time, Elara breathed out, bringing her bag closer.
Vanessa wore a confused look and was about to ask what Elara meant, but the latter didnt let her. Instead, Elara pulled the envelope from her bag and threw it at Vanessa.
She caught it with both palms, blinking in half confusion and half alarm.
Whats this?
Elara sank onto the nearest chair, reclining without support. Read it, And tell me if I am gradually losing my mind.
Vanessa hesitated with her inquisitive eyes on her for a second, then finally she carefully pulled out the papers. The moment her eyes landed on the words, those pairs of eyes were on the verge of spilling.
Luckily, the socket held them in place.
Elara didnt need to see it again to know what she was looking at. It was the same thing that destroyed her engagement.
Elara Clarksville & Leo Watson.
They registered their marriage three days ago, and below it, was her signature, sitting prettily. Her own goddamn signature, displayed as accurately as it could be.
Vanessa looked up at Elara, her face pale, her voice a whisper.
Elara… what the hell did you do in Las Vegas?
If Elara had the slightest answer to thst question, she wouldn’t be on the verge of breaking down. Chuckling to herself dryly, Elara gripped the edge of the table like someone on the verge of lunacy.
Her world spinning way too fast. I have no idea.
Vanessa stared at the certificate, trying to make sense of something that simply didn’t make sense.
Elara leaned back tiredly.
She didnt need to hear every word as she had already seen what mattered. But then Vanessa did something Elara did not expect.
She looked up sharply.
And then, instead of simply confirming what Elara already knew, she started reading aloud while Elara squinted at her words.
Something wasn’t right. Elara must have missed. The smug look vanished from her face.
This wasnt just a marriage certificate; It was a contract. Silence fell as the last words of the stranger sounded again.
You have three days!
In one swift motion, Elara shot up from her seat, finding energy where she had none before. And soon, she closed the distance between Vanessa and herself in three quick strides.
Give me that.
Vanessa barely reacted before Elara snatched the paper to see things for herself.
The agreed terms are binding, and neither party may annul the agreement before the stipulated time frame unless under extreme circumstances, as outlined in Section 5, Clause 3…
Elara went numb.
This isnt real.
She pulled away from the document, staring into the vacant space. If she had indeed signed this, she would have seen this clause. She would have read it for herself.
But she didnt.
Elara remembered nothing about doing so. And yet the sight of her own signature was challenging her now.
It was there, perfectly aligned.
Elara shook her head. This was impossible.
She couldnt stay still and watch herself getting played about like a sitting duck. Her hand reached for her phone, as she turned on the internet.
If this Leo Watson was real enough to actually marry her and do all these, then he was real enough to be found. It was time to remind him that no one was really a ghost in this new age.
Without further ado, Elara typed his name into the search box, her fingers moving faster than her mind could keep up.
It was about seven straight minutes of typing, scrolling, and zooming, but she found nothing in the end.
Absolutely nothing!
No social media handles? No business records? Zero news commentaries? Not even a whisper of his name. He was literally a ghost even on the internet.
Elara’s went numb. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
Vanessa had since hurried over to Elara’s side, her presence barely noticeable until she murmured. How does a man who can pull something like this off have no online presence?
Elara stared blankly as she couldn’t think of anything. She was confused at everything. She didnt know what was worse now, the fact that she was trapped in a legally binding contract with a stranger or the fact that the stranger didnt even exist.
As if the marriage wasn’t strange enough. I had to add ghost-wife to it, Elara murmure, forcing out a dry laughter.
She was definitely going crazy.
Who the fuck are you, Leo! She almost screamed her lungs out.
With barely concealed anger, Elara brought out her phone. She started scrolling until her eyes caught the contact.
Henry Lancaster, her personal Lawyer.
The phone barely finished ringing before he answered.
Elara
She blurted out, cutting him off. I need you to help me draft some divorce papersurgently.
There was a long pause, followed by laughter. Do you mean a prenup agreement? I heard you got engaged
I am not joking, Henry. And it’s not a prenup, either, Elara cuts in, biting back her anxiety.
After a golden silence, Henry finally asked. A divorce agreement?
Yeah. For me, Henry
The silence that followed was thick with question, unanswered. Then Henry repeated, sounding aghast. Divorce agreement for you? Elara, you are freaking me out. You are not even married.
Elara smiled bitterly. Well that makes two of us,
There was another silence, this one was heavier. When Henry spoke again, his voice had lost all it’s energy.
Fine. Send me the details
She was still on the phone when Vanessa’s scream made her look up.
You’ve got to see this, girl. What the hell did you actually get yourself into in Las Vegas? Vanessa asked, trembling as she showed Elara her phone.
It was a news article.
The moment she read the headline, Elara’s blood freezed.
“Watson Group Announces New President. Leo Watson, the Ares of the Business World, Takes Control of the Family Empire.”
The man she was trying to divorce was actually the brutal heir to the most powerful business empire in the United States.
What the hell had she gotten herself into?
Elara brow creased in a deep furrow as she sat poised behind the large mahogany office desk. Last night’s encounter still lingered in her memory and her mind was still consumed by the weight of her worries.
She bit hard on her rosy hue lips. How possible was it to forget such an event? The day of my marriage.
Elara truly wanted to believe it all, yet this stranger, Leo Watson- how possible was it for her to marry her? How could she betray Joshua?
Her slender fingers intertwined as she leaned forward, elbows resting on the polished wood. Her elegant, tailored suit of a muted blend of charcoal and navy complement her refined features.
Yet, her creased brows couldnt be erased.
Elara was still lost in her thoughts when the door suddenly burst open to reveal her secretary, Samantha.
Elara jolted with eyes wide.What is it?
Theres someone here for you, maam. Samantha gestured nervously.
With knitted brows, Elara stared past Samantha. She wasn’t expecting any of her clients this morning. Who could it be?
He says its urgent.
Still lost in her thoughts, Elara heard Samantha’s words. Like a flash, her mind flew to that person. She held her breath. Was it the stranger again? Leo?
Taking a deep breath, she gathered her wandering emotions before giving Samantha a signal. You can let him in.”
In a matter of seconds, a tall man entered, with head slightly bowed.
As he lifted it up, disappointment or relief rather, settled on Elara’s face. It wasnt the Leo guy, though something about this other ones polished attitude appeared similar.
He placed a hand on his chest to say, Im Ishmael Ross, Mr. Watsons personal assistant.
The mention of that name Watson made Elara tense. Samantha shifted awkwardly behind her while the Ishmael fellow started to extend a black phone toward her.
Mr. Watson would like a word with you.
Elara eyed it suspiciously. I dont take orders from anyone.
The mans expression didnt change. His arm remained outstretched. He must have learnt that calm certainty from his boss. That skill of preying on the desperation of their victims.
Frustrated, Elara snatched the phone. Taking a deep breath as she pressed it to her ear. What the hell do you want?
There was a pause at the other end.
Then, Leos voice, smooth and commanding as always, declared calmly. Be my wife tonight.
Elara grimaced, pulling the phone away like it had insulted her. Youre out of your mind. I would rather die!”
She gripped the phone so hard in her hands. Do you hear me, Leo Watson? I am not your wife. I dont want to be your wife. Hell, I dont even want to be in the same airspace as you.
Now, thats just hurtful, he mused. Weve barely even begun.
We? Elara’s voice shot up. There is no we, you lunatic! Whatever contract you have means nothing to me. I dont know what kind of con youre trying to pull, but I am not playing along. If I ever did sign anything, it was under duress, or maybe you even drugged me!
Leo chuckled again, that deep and infuriating sound. Now, now, lets not get dramatic. You signed willingly.
I would rather believe aliens invaded my brain and forced me to do it.
Thats creative, he admitted. But no. Just you, me, and your very clear request that I marry you.
Oh, go to hell! Elara snapped as she paced around her office. And take your stupid contract with you. Do you think you can just waltz into my life, throw a piece of paper in my face and expect me to play the doting wife? Youre insane. ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED!
Leo Watson laughed again. He actually laughed like this was some kind of joke. I was wondering when the insults would start.
You want insults? Fine. You are an egotistical, manipulative, overgrown toddler with a god complex. A complete and utter
Do you kiss your fianc with that mouth? he interrupted.
Elara gasped. “I am NOT your fianc!
Yeah, you are not, Leo agreed. Then he added, Youre my wife.
Elara could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Listen to me, you
Click.
She stared at the phone in disbelief. Did he just hang up on her? She turned to the personal assistant still standing there, the very one who had handed her the phone in the first place.
He watched Elara with hands clasped in front of him like this was just another normal day for him.
Here. Elara shoved the phone back into his hands. Take this back to your boss and tell him…tell him…
She growled. You know what? Dont tell him anything. Hes not worth my breath.
“Whatever you say, Mrs. Watson.” Ishmael gave her a small, polite bow.
Elara wanted to scold him but she controlled her temper. Instead she crossed her arms. What kind of man laughs when a woman curses him out and tells him to drop dead?
The assistant merely adjusted his tie. Mr. Watson is the kind of man who doesnt take no for an answer.
Elara narrowed her eyes. Thats not reassuring.
He nodded, like she had just confirmed something he already knew. Id urge you to attend the gala tonight, Mrs. Watson. At the very least, hear him out.
That is not happening.
The man didnt argue. He simply turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Elara standing in the middle of her office and looking like a mad woman.
She needed air.
Clock out, Tasha. Let’s meet for drinks, Elara typed on her phone.
Elara, it’s not even afternoon. You should be talking about coffee.
In or out?
Can’t say no to free drinks even if it’s during work hours. Your parents are going to fire us!
Grabbing her bag, Elara marched out of the office and headed straight to Lovers Lounge, where Tasha was already waiting for her with an expectant grin.
Tasha Evermore and Vanessa were the only friends Elara had while growing up. Tasha was partly adopted by Elara’s parents after the incident that happened when she was just six years old.
Since then, Tasha has always stayed by Elara at all times. Due to her poor grades, Elara could only make her a receptionist in her company.
Elara strode into the plush lounge, scanning the dimly lit space for Tasha’s familiar smile. Spotting her friend nestled in a cozy corner, Elara made her way over, her stilettos clicking on the polished floor.
Tasha, dressed in a vibrant red dress, stood to envelop Elara in a warm hug.
“Girl, you look like you’ve lost your last marble. What’s going on?”
Elara slid into the luxurious armchair, signaling the waiter for a drink.
“You won’t believe what happened, even if I told you.” Her voice trembled, and Tasha’s eyes narrowed in concern.
“Try me,” Tasha urged, sipping her own drink as she brought out her phone.
The waiter arrived with Elara’s drink, and she took a grateful sip, the cool liquid calming her frazzled nerves. Tasha reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Elara’s arm but she withdrew her hands as quickly as she placed them.
Pffft! Tasha spilled out her drink before staring wide-eyed at Elara.
What? Elara asked, frowning and glaring at her. She just ruined her dress!
But Tasha’s next words made her pause. Engaged to a billionaire, huh? And you didnt even tell me?
Elara groaned, pressing her fingers to her temple. How the hell did Tasha find out? She wasn’t at the engagement last night. I am not engaged, Tasha.
Tasha nodded, but Elara knew she didn’t believe her. Thats not what the news says.
Elara snapped her gaze to hers. The news?
She pulled out her phone, flipped it around and sure enough, there it was. Her name, tied to Leo Watsons in bold, glaring letters. An engagement announcement.
Photos from Vegas.
Elara gasped as she caught sight of one: Leo and her standing too close, his hand on the small of her back, her head tipped toward him like they were something real.
Elara snatched the phone. This is a misunderstanding.
Tasha snorted. Yeah, sure. A misunderstanding that made the front page.
Elara shoved the phone back at her. I cant do this today. Im going home.
Tasha raised an eyebrow. Why? We barely started-
Like you said, it’s too early-
Tasha rolled her eyes. Yeah. Like I believe that shit. You are just going home so you can have a breakdown in private.
Yes.
She sighed. Youre not even going to come up with a good excuse?
I am sick.
Tasha gave Elara a once-over. Lame. You look perfectly fine to me.
I have a fever.
No, you dont.
Elara huffed. Fine. Im dying. Actually, Im already dead. Ill be buried tonight. Will you let me be now?
Tasha burst out laughing. Girl, you are too much. She waved her off.
Elara’s hands were shaking. Her heart was still thundering in her chest from that absurd conversation with Leo Watson.
It made no sense. None of this made any sense!
Taking a deep breath, she threw Tasha an envelope Tasha, I am actually married to him-
Elara! Tasha screamed, her eyes almost bulging out as she stared at the documents. Oh my God, are you seriously married to that man? I thought it was a joke!”
Elara groaned, gripping the wheel tighter. Tasha, I dont even remember getting engaged or married to him.
There was silence in the room. Then, Wait. What?
I dont remember agreeing to any of this. I dont remember signing any damn contract.
But the contract and marriage document says otherwise, Tasha replied. Then she added, And its legally binding.
Yeah Elara slurred.
Tasha sucked in a sharp breath. Elara thats insane. Do you think someone forged your signature?
I thought that too, but unfortunately I wasnt drugged or coerced, and its legit.
Tasha let out a low whistle. Okay, okay. Lets think this through. You need to go to that gala and tell Leo youre not marrying him. Simple. He should listen to you, right? After all, he cannot force you to the altar.
Elara laughed humorlessly. You think he will just say Okay and let me go?
There has to be some legal loophole, Tasha insisted. No way youre stuck with this for three years.
Elara groaned and threw her head back against the seat.
My lawyer already checked and there isnt any loophole that can save me. Since I signed the contract willingly, Im bound. And since I signed it two or three days ago, I cant dissolve the marriage just yet. I have to stay married to him for at least three months before I can even attempt to get out.
Three months?! Tasha shrieked. Elara, this is crazy! What are you going to do about Joshua?
Joshua!
Elara’s heart ached at the mention of his name. The man she loved. The man she had spent years building a future with. How was she supposed to explain this to him? How could she throw everything away just like that?
Ill try to call him, Elara muttered in response. That’s if hell even listen to me. My engagement is public news now.
Tasha sighed. Elara, you know Id burn down the world for you, right?
She laughed. I know, babe.
Good. Let me know if you need anything, okay? Even if we need to beat Leo Watson’s ass, I’ll do it with you.
Thanks, Tasha. I need to go.
Elara quickly got up and left the lounge straight to her car in the underground parking lot. She took a deep breath and started the ignition, driving out of the parking lot and heading straight home. Her mind was a storm of thoughts, all centered on one name: Leo Watson.
The man who, apparently, she was married to. The man who acted like her outrage was amusing. The man who for reasons unknown, had her life in a chokehold.
Elara decided to call Joshua. She dialed his number. The call went straight to voicemail. In shock, she listened to the automated message.
“Leave a message, and I’ll call back later….”
Bullshit.
Elara tried again, and it went to voicemail yet again. A sick feeling settled in her stomach as the driver pulled into her apartment buildings parking lot. She stepped out of the car alongside Tasha, still trying his number.
Joshua wasnt answering. Was he ignoring her?
Give him sometime, Elara.
Elara reached the elevator, her finger hovering over the button when a voice called out to me.
Miss Clarksville.
She turned to see the front desk man watching her with a polite expression. Yes?
A dispatch rider came earlier. He left a package for you from Mr. Leo Watson.
Elara let out a loud, frustrated groan. Can I go ten minutes without hearing that name?
The man chuckled and gestured toward the desk. Would you like to see it?
She dragged her feet toward him as he brought out a large box and placed it in her hands. It was heavier than she expected. Her stomach went tight with anxiety.
Whats inside? Elara muttered to herself, turning the box slightly. There was no indication, no label, just a plain black box with some fancy insignia and her name on it.
She sighed, thanking the man before stepping into the elevator, clutching the box against her.
What are you up to, Leo Watson?
The elevator dinged open and Elara walked out, hurrying toward her private apartment. Balancing the box in one arm, she fumbled with the keys and shoved one into the keyhole.
She placed the box on the coffee table and stared at it like it was a ticking bomb. Could it be? Her mind replayed the way he had laughed on the phone earlier that day, that deep and amused sound. Like he was cooking up revenge for her refusals.
The man was truly insane andalluring.
Cautiously, Elara backed into the kitchen and grabbed the mop from the corner. Returning to the living room, she extended the mop handle and poked the box from a safe distance.
Nothing happened.
She exhaled, then decided to take a more aggressive approach. She let out a short shriek and began smacking the box repeatedly with the mop.
When she finally stopped, she was panting heavily. Her arms were a little sore, and the box was slightly battered but still intact. No explosion, no ominous ticking, no puff of smoke.
Maybe it wasnt a bomb after all.
Elara edged closer and pried open the lid an inch, peering inside like she expected something to jump out at her. Instead, she saw an exquisite fabric.
Elara frowned and opened the box fully, pulling out a dress. It was a beautiful, sequined green dress with a halter neck. The fabric shimmered under the light of her living room.
As she lifted the dress, a small note fluttered to the floor. Elara bent to pick it up and read the words aloud:
“This will complement your hair.” She murmured. “I hope youll honor the invitation and attend the gala tonight.
Go to the hair salon I reserved, it continued. My driver will take you. With love, Leo Watson.
Elara blinked, totally speechless. She had no comeback for his cheekiness.
The audacity of this man!
Elara let out a frustrated groan and dropped the note on the coffee table. She was going to lose her mind!
Her life had spiraled into a ridiculous mess; a mess where she was being forced to attend a gala she didnt want to attend, because of a man she didnt even remember getting married to.
Meanwhile the man she actually loved wasnt even answering her calls.
Elara picked up her phone and tried calling Joshua again yet it went straight to voicemail. Her chest ached at the thought of him. Would he even believe her if she got the chance to explain? Or had she already lost him for good?
Her heart constricted even further.
Shaking her head, Elara shoved the dress back into the box. She had no choice but to go to that stupid gala. She needed answers, and the only person who could give them to her was the man orchestrating this entire nightmare.
With a huff, Elara stomped toward the bathroom. If she was going to do this, she might as well take a shower first. Her head needed it. her nerves needed it. Hell, her entire existence needed it.
The memory gap she have been battling with since the last time they met, resurfaced even more strongly like a red open wound.
**
Elara arrived at the Dunes Event Centre, As Leo had instructed. The time was about 7:00 PM. It was the luxurious sight of power and wealth, enough to shake even someone as accomplished as her.
However, she couldn’t care less. None of it mattered.
The place was packed, a sea of beautifully dressed people chatting and sipping champagne. At the far end of the room a man stood on stage, delivering a speech.
Tonight, we gather not just as business leaders, but as a community and a family. In times like this, unity and solidarity are what helps us. A future built not on power alone, but on trust and on integrity. Let us remember that we are not competitors; we are allies.
The room erupted into applause, but Elara barely heard it. She snatched a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and downed it in one go. If she was going to get through this night, she needed alcohol and lots of it too.
Elara looked around in desperation, trying to catch any sight of him but he was nowhere to be found.
She scanned the opulent room from the grand entrance, then slowly her eyes finally landed on that tall, well-built figure that she could easily and weirdly pick out from any crowd.
It was Leo himself.
He was standing at the entrance, looking unnervingly posh in a tuxedo. And in that instant, the sight of him hit her with an unexpected force. She gasped, blinking twice as if blown into a trance.
This wasn’t about the beauty of the place or the man, rather, it was because the sight of him had triggered that sensation she had experienced when she first saw him at the restaurant.
It was the feeling of seeing someone she had met before. But How? When? Where? She shook her head slightly, striving to maintain her composure and focus.
His expression stayed neutral, carrying his typical air of herstique. Finally, she approached him.
“I’m here. Now start talking.”
Leo’s gaze deliberately and slowly accessed what she was wearing, and the action nearly made her betray herself with a blush. But she held his gaze, refusing to switch.
Finally, his eyes met hers, then he smirked.
“Patience, Mrs. Watson.” After that, he offered her his arm, “Shall we?”
She opened her mouth to protest, to demand answers, but something in his eyes held her captive. With the distinguished guests still around them, causing a scene was probably not the best option.
Reluctantly, Elara placed her hand on his arm, and he led her further inside. As they moved deeper into the hall she saw something that suddenly made her stop, causing Leo to halt as welltwo familiar figures.
Elara was engulfed with emotions she had been suppressing since the incident. An urge to cry and the relief of finally seeing someone to vent to. She yanked her hands away from Leo and took brisk steps towards her parents amidst bumping into people, mumbling apologies to them as she walked past them.
Yes, her parents were here too!
Elara was sure they must have known about everything. When she reached her mother, she collapsed into the chair beside her. She turned to Elara and smiled.
Oh, darling, that dress looks divine on you. It really brings out the color of your hair.
Elara gritted her teeth at her. Some egoistic-
Language, Lena, Mrs. Clarksville chided, taking a dainty sip of her drink.
Elara clenched her fist before turning to her mother again. You wont believe whats been happening to me. That Watson devil lunatic named Leo Watson is claiming Im married to him. Theres a contract, my lawyer says its legit, and I have no idea how it happened! I…
Easy, sweet, her mother chided.
Elara took a breath, searching their faces for shock, concern, outrage or anything at all. But they just smiled. And in unison, they said,
We know.
Her mouth fell open. You… WHAT?
We know about the marriage, dear, Mrs. Clarksville said, avoiding And we support it.
Youre joking. FUCKING tell me you’re joking!
“Language, Elara!” her mother cautioned.
They knew about it too? As she mused in her confused state, she heard her father’s next words.
Its a good match, Elara. Youll see.
She opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again. What was happening to her life? Elara pulled away from them, rubbing her eyes in disbelief. Was she dreaming or something?
These were her very own parents and they also agreed Leo was her husband.
They were standing before her like ghosts, in the removed corner of the room, wearing expressions that suggested they had anticipated her shock.
“What the hell? Are they also part of this?” She muttered inwardly, glancing between them in disbelief.
They stepped closer, and as she made the attempt to question them again, her mother whispered in a hushed tone.
“We will explain everything at the right time, dear. For now, just go with the flow.”
Elara wanted to press further, but her father added softly, “Please, stay calm sweetheart.”
She looked from them to Leo, like someone about to lose her sanity but she found herself at a loss for words. From a nearby corner, a man’s voice rang out,
“Tonight, we celebrate the union of two great families: Watson and Clarksville.”
Elara’s head flung toward the source of the announcement, her stomach dropping. The only thing she could do was step away from them, her heart beating as she observed again and again.
This was way bigger than I had imagined. Leo offered a brief smile to the room, then approached Elara again, taking her hand.
The sound of applause erupted, and the guests who barely knew what was going on murmured happy words she couldn’t discern.
With Leo so close again, another memory struck her vision like lightning. This one was different, more vivid than the previous. She saw herself, with eyes so red and hands gripping Leo’s jacket.
“Marry me,” she had sounded so broken and desperate.
Elara opened, closed and opened her eyes again almost staggering backwards. But Leo steadied her, his voice gentle.
“You okay?”
Looking dazed and still trying to come to terms with what she had just seen, she shook her head.
“I… I don’t know.” Elara stammered.
I will get you a glass of water,” Leo offered, smiling faintly.
Elara’s heart raced, just staring at that gorgeous half smiling face. As Leo left, her phone vibrated with a message tone
She glanced at the screen only to see that it was Joshua’s text. Without hesitation she hastily opened it.
“Elara, I know a way to make him divorce you himself. Come to my place. Please. I can’t live without you.”
Elara went quiet for like five seconds, stunned and equally curious Finally, she managed to respond.
“I will be there in an hour.”
She stared at the back of Leo, eyes wide with confusion. What does Joshua know?
Minutes after Joshuas text, she was still trying to get away from the party. She desperately needed to see Joshua. With pressed lips, Elara’s eyes kept darting in between her phone and the people around her.
Joshua’s last words kept echoing in her head. What did he mean? What could he have found out?
Elara trusts Joshua. But since last night after the failed proposal, he had ignored her completely. Why was he suddenly eager to divorce Leo? Something was unsettling in the way he had said those words earlier as if this was more than just a plan, more than just an escape route.
His tone was off.
Since this whole Leo saga, Elara could not exactly say Joshua has been the same. But who really was? Elara was still thinking of this when the sound of approaching footsteps made her ears strain. She turned around and was surprised to see Vanessa.
He invited you too? Elara asked, rolling her eyes.
Yeah. A special invitation as the best friend of the bride
Elara rolled her eyes at Vanessa’s dramatic words. Why host a bouquet to announce the so-called marriage? For all she knew, it was likely a scam marriage forced on her!
Joshua texted me. He said he can help with the divorce, Elara blurted out, facing Vanessa squarely. Although she knew how much her friend hated Joshua, Vanessa had always had her best interest in mind.
Vanessa just let out a sigh of disbelief and disagreement as she stood beside Elara. She took a sip of her wine, her eyes stuck on Leo too. Then she nudged Elara playfully.
It wouldn’t be bad getting laid by such a handsome hunk, right? Vanessa teased, ignoring Elara’s words.
Vanessa, you know that’s not
Vanessa cuts her off quickly. “Youre not seriously considering Joshua’s words, are you?”
Elara turned measuredly, meeting her frown and one brow arched in an annoyed battle. She knew Vanessa was definitely up to no good. Not ready to battle words with her friend, Elara just shrugged,
“Vanessa, you know I desperately need a way out of this. And if Joshua really knows how, then.. then”
Vanessa cut Elara off with a dismissive shake of her head. “Or maybe he just wants to get in your head girl.”
Elara allowed a thoughtful pause, then she tilted her head. But she just couldnt bring herself to agree.
Joshua might be many things, but manipulative wasnt one of them. At least, not to her. Vanessa had never liked him, and maybe she had her reasons. But Elara couldnt just dismiss him, not without hearing him out.
She sighed, this time a little bit longer. “I need to hear him out at least.”
Vanessas lips parted, her expression saying I was making a mistake. But she didnt argue. And that was enough answer for me. With a last gulp of her wine, Elara whispered to her friend.
Cover for me, please. I will be back before anyone finds out
Before Vanessa could protest, Elara had left the hall. If there was a slightest chance of getting divorced from this sham marriage, Elara was ready to risk it all.
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