CHAPTER 60 Christopher had organized a mini-party after the success of the proposal. It was amazing the heights he had achieved over the past few months, and he knew there was no stopping. He was engrossed on his phone while the music kept blasting on the speaker until he heard it was time to give a toast. The party was relatively small, and although he had wanted something bigger, the issue of his rivals seemingly discovering this location had kept him at bay. "Let's make a toast!" He mentioned grabbing a bottle of wine. "A toast to the huge success of the proposal." Everyone raised their cups, and while he was about to speak further, he noticed Sam waving in his direction, obviously instructing him about something. He handed the bottle to someone else and walked up to meet Sam, who was at the door. "I just got some information." Sam stated it out loud. "What is it?" He asked. "I think we have got company!" Right before Christopher could comprehend what was happening, the door burst

With the knowledge that Christopher would possibly be in the car while the soldiers waited for the flight, Mira knew she needed to find a means to get Christopher out of that place. Her only obstacle was how to get the soldiers out of Christopher.Mira couldn’t stand against any of them; she was small, and they were almost twice her size. Mira realized that there was only one means, and that was creating a diversion, which would most likely attract the attention of the soldiers. She checked around the airport for any possible means to create the diversion when she noticed diesels stacked from afar in one of the stores that were opened. All Mira needed to do was obtain a single keg of diesel. She maneuvered her way out of the building, not allowing anyone to notice her until she came to the store. Mira made sure to check around for anyone who would most likely come, but there was no one in sight, and she quickly pulled one of the diesels and walked out of the store.Mira made her way o

The man standing before Mira was Henry . Mira turned to face Christopher , who gave her a nod and she mouthed a thank you and turned to face her father once again. She didn’t bother listening to what the priest had to say, all she was concerned about was hugging her father. However she knew better than to keep her emotions in check. She didn’t want anyone from the audience suspecting a thing about them. After the blessing of the marriage, Christopher decided to give Henry and his daughter a private moment amongst themselves. He didn’t want to interfere in the father-daughter meet up, after a very long time of being distanced together. Christopher closed the door behind him and went to greet the guests that had come for his wedding. Meanwhile, with tears filled on her face, Mira rushed up to her father and embraced him in a warm hug. Henry couldn’t contain his emotion as well, as he held on to his daughter tightly. He had thought that at some point, he was going to die. When Christop

My home was artistic. A red front door with a golden knocker. Black and white checkered flooring. A wooden staircase with a lacquer shine and a sparkling chandelier. However, I’d always wondered, If I pulled back a corner of the wallpaper . . . would it bleed red? If this world was as transparent as glass, soft splats would drip a pool to the marble floors.I stared at the TV in the corner of the kitchen, hardly processing the newscaster’s voice, but when murder passed her ruby red lips, the word resounded in my mind. My throat tightened as I twisted the ring on my middle finger.While my home, my life, was built on piles of dirty money, I’d always been able to say I hadn’t contributed to the balance. Not until earlier this year, that is. Now, blood was on my hands and guilt watched me while I slept.Voices from the foyer drifted to my ears every time the swinging door opened as our servants came in and out, preparing for lunch.A feminine trill of a laugh, my cousin Benito’s lively t

Papà frowned. “When did you two have the chance to meet?” I swallowed.Something amused and dangerous played in Nicolas’s gaze. “Earlier at church. Remember, Mira?”My heartbeats collided with a crash. Why had my name rolled off his tongue like he was more than familiar with it?My papà stiffened beside me, and I knew why he did: he thought I’d done something inappropriate with this man, like his tone had suggested. Heat rushed to my cheeks. All because of one mistakeI’d made six months ago, my papà thought I’d come on to my sister’s fiancé?I blinked through my apprehension. This was due to a really short, not even that hostile glare? This man had found out my weakness and was now playing with me.Frustration clawed at my chest. I couldn’t very well go and make this situation worse by disagreeing with a don my father would most likely believe over me now. And so, I forced my voice into the lightest tone I could muster. “Yes, we’ve met, Papà. I forgot my jacket in the church and ran