Christopher felt like he was participating in one of those prank shows. "Please, miss, confirm this properly! My sister, Katrina Vasconcelos... she is James Ross's wife!" The attendant understood what happened. She suspected that the lady who appeared at the service desk didn't match the gentleman at all. She was a call girl! "I'm sorry, sir, but since Frank Ross was the holder and responsible for the bookings, he switched the names on the tickets. We were just doing our job." "OK, thank you very much!" Christopher hung up and slammed his fist on the steering wheel. Damn! There were moments when Christopher doubted James's 'sincere love' he displayed towards Katrina, especially in front of the rest of the family. Sometimes, Christopher had the feeling that James had his eye on someone else... Someone who was humiliated here in this hall but was suddenly rescued by the helicopter knight and ended up having a wedding party in a romantic cathedral, fit for fairy tales! "So you r

Frank tried to get up from the table where he was, maneuvering around friends and 'dancers' sprawled around him.Last night, they had overindulged in drinking and… “Um… Katrina, my dear daughter-in-law! What do you mean you’re not in the Caribbean?” Katrina raised her eyebrows. “You immediately asked if I was NOT in the Caribbean. Your subconscious gave you away.” Frank rolled his eyes in boredom. “Does my daughter-in-law have a degree in psychology or psychiatry? Otherwise, I have better things to do with my time.” “I can smell your cheap vodka breathe from here,” Katrina retorted. “If your son is there, put him on the line, please. I’m back at the Vasconcelos Mansion and my parents still haven’t seen me.” Frank’s heart raced. “Um… my daughter, I didn’t even know in my wildest dreams that my son wasn’t with you. I swore you two were enjoying your honeymoon!” “Those past tense verbs don’t inspire confidence,” Katrina was not falling for her father-in-law’s lies. “OK, tell your s

"Well, now that I see my sister knows how to stand up for herself, I'll go back to sleep." Christopher finally adjusted his sweatpants and left, only now realizing he was barefoot when he felt the cold floor on his feet. After the door was closed, James massaged his sore cheek. "That's going to leave a mark." "No, your tan will disguise the slap mark." Katrina rolled her eyes and ground her teeth in dissatisfaction. "ARGH! James, why did you do this to me? This must've been your father's idea! When I called him, I could smell his cheap vodka breath!" "Did you call or talk to him?" James looked confused. Katrina raised her hand again. "Don't irritate me! We need to come up with another story to explain to my parents and Grandma Althea why you're tanned and I'm not!" "What did you say?" James sat down on the couch. "I said I slathered on a lot of sunscreen!" Katrina exclaimed indignantly. "Then tell them that I, as a man, didn't put on much and got burned." James unbuttoned his b

As soon as the helicopter entered a wide area with cell signal, Briana's phone quickly connected and began to beep with notifications. DING! Missed call. DING! 52 unread messages. DING! Luana Barros sent you a voice message. "Damn!" Briana complained, frowning as she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket like a massage tool. "Did these people not know I was away?" "It's curiosity." Mark joked, "Although the wedding was widely publicized, our honeymoon was completely off the media." "Thank goodness! Unless the staff leaked my screams begging for mercy and you 'doing' just the opposite..." Briana teased, poking him on the shoulder. "Get used to it, dear." Mark warned her with a smile, though his tone was commanding. Briana felt shivers down her spine. Would they continue like this in their day-to-day life? What about her parents? Looking out at the horizon, Briana realized they were not heading toward the neighborhood where their apartment was. "Where are we going?" "Where

Monday, workday. Briana's cell phone alarm went off, and she managed to stretch her arm to silence it, grumbling sleepily. "Urgh... Sleep was so good..." Briana looked to the side and saw her sly husband still sleeping on his back, wearing an almost imperceptible smile. With the blankets covering from his belly down, Briana admired her lord's face and chest with a smile of approval. However, fearing he would wake up and repeat their Saturday marathon, she quickly got up, transforming from fiery to shy and modest wife. On Saturday, she had been on the balcony admiring the landscape when two hands grabbed her by the waist and led her to the bed. Only on Sunday did her mischievous husband give her time to rest, while he left the suite as if he wasn't the least bit tired! Was that a benefit of the military training Mark said he had? Anyway, those thoughts were shoved to the back of Briana's mind as she picked out a formal outfit for work. Being alone in the mansion, Briana went