Oliver sat nervously on the plush leather sofa, his eyes darting nervously towards the door every few seconds. He had been summoned to his father's mansion for a meeting with his step-brother Carter, and he was feeling anxious about the whole situation. The two of them had never been close, and he had a feeling that this meeting wasn't going to end well.As he fidgeted with his hands, the door suddenly opened, and in walked Carter, looking every bit the arrogant and entitled man that he was. He took one look at Oliver and sneered."So, you finally decided to show up," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.Oliver bit his lip, trying to stay calm. "Yes, I'm here. What is this about?"Carter rolled his eyes. "Don't play dumb, Oliver. You know why we're here."Oliver felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He had a feeling he knew what this was about, and he wasn't looking forward to it.Their father entered the room, looking stern. "Boys, please take a seat," he said, gesturing toward
Oliver stayed with his step-brother Carter in the mansion, but things were not easy for them. They had been bickering for days, and it seemed like they were not going to find a way to resolve their issues soon. Their father was also worried about their relationship because he knew that it could negatively affect their technology building company.Carter believed that Oliver had stolen his wife away from him, but Oliver protested his innocence. He explained that he had never had any feelings for Merideth and had no intention of stealing her away from Carter.Carter was adamant that Oliver was trying to ruin his marriage, but Oliver was just as insistent that he had no such intention. “You’re being unfair, Carter,” he said. “I have never wanted your wife. You’re making unfounded assumptions.”"Oliver, I don't understand why you had to steal Merideth from me. She was my wife, and you knew how much she meant to me," Carter said angrily."I didn't steal Merideth from you. She cried on my s
Oliver had promised Adamson that he would drop by his bakery shop that afternoon. They had not met for a week, and he was looking forward to hearing all about his friend's new recipes and baked goods. As he hurriedly stepped into the bakery shop, he looked around and could not find Adamson. He inquired from one of the shop attendants, and she informed him that Adamson had gone to attend to some urgent matters.Feeling disappointed, Oliver headed outside to see if he could find anyone he knew. That was when he remembered that one of his acquaintances, Julie, had recently moved into the area. He had not visited her yet, and so he set off to her house, hoping to catch her at home.He walked along the street, and soon he reached Julie's house. It was a small but well-kept establishment, with a beautiful little garden in the front yard. As he reached the gate, he saw Julie tending to her plants. She turned around and noticed him, and immediately her face lit up with a smile."Oliver! It's
Oliver sat in his office poring over paperwork, trying his hardest to focus on the task at hand. His step-brother's accusation was still weighing heavily on his mind, and he found it increasingly difficult to shake the thought that he had done something wrong. Oliver's step-brother, Carter, accused him of stealing his wife, Merideth. While Oliver knew the accusation was unfounded, he couldn't help but feel guilty.Oliver rubbed his temples, fighting off a headache that had been growing all day. He couldn't believe the mess he had found himself in. To add insult to injury, Carter had decided to challenge him to marry another woman, to prove that he did not have any interest in Meredith. It was an outrageous request, and Oliver couldn't believe that he had to resort to such extremes to prove his innocence.As he sat at his desk, lost in thought, he heard a knock on the door. He looked up and saw Carter, the CEO of their company, standing in the doorway. Oliver and Carter had never gott
Oliver was in deep trouble. He had been told by his step-brother, Carter, that he was to marry a woman he had never met. The thought of an arranged marriage made Oliver feel nauseous, but he knew he had no choice in the matter.As he dressed for the evening gathering, Carter barged into the dressing room.“Oliver, you look like a vagrant. You cannot go to the investor’s gathering dressed like that,” Rafe scolded.Oliver sighed, knowing that Carter was right. He quickly changed into his best suit and followed Carter to the private restaurant where the gathering was taking place.As they entered the room, Oliver felt out of place. Everyone was dressed in expensive suits and dresses, and he felt like a fish out of water.“Ah, there you are, Oliver,”Carter exclaimed, grabbing his arm and leading him over to a group of investors. “This is my step-brother, Oliver. He’ll be joining us in the deal.”The investors all turned to look at Oliver, sizing him up as if he was a piece of meat. Oliver
Oliver could feel the eyes of those around him burning into his skin as he made his way back to the gathering with Samantha, the woman he'd been set to marry. It was an arranged marriage, made for the sake of the company and their investors. Oliver wasn't happy about it, but he was going to make the best of it. Samantha, thankfully seemed nice and didn't mock him like the others had."Please, let's just get this over with," he whispered to Samantha as they took their seats at the table.She nodded in understanding, a small smile on her lips. "I understand how uncomfortable this must be for you," she said softly.Oliver didn't respond, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself than necessary. Unfortunately, that didn't stop others from noticing his discomfort."So, Oliver, it seems that you've gone from being a vagabond to marrying a woman who was handpicked for you. How does that feel?" one man asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.Oliver took a deep breath, trying to mainta
Oliver stepped out of the carriage and into the grand entrance of his father's mansion. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. Today was the day he had been dreading for weeks - the day he would officially begin preparing for his arranged marriage to Samantha.As he made his way to the sitting room, he saw his step-brother Carter lounging on the couch. "Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up." Oliver's skin crawled at the sound of his step-brother's voice.Carter continued, "What's the matter, Oliver? Don't want to marry someone who was picked for you?" Carter snickered as he spoke, and Oliver clenched his fists, trying to control his anger.Samantha stepped forward, coming to Oliver's rescue. "Please excuse Carter, Oliver. He doesn't mean any harm." Samantha smiled at Oliver, trying to make him feel at ease.Oliver couldn't help but notice that Samantha seemed to be studying him closely. He could feel her eyes on him, and he wondered what she was thinking.A
Oliver was feeling nervous as he made his way to Samantha's address. The sun was beginning to set, and the air was brisk. He never imagined that he would be marrying a woman he hardly knew. An arranged marriage was not something one heard about. As he walked up the doorstep of Samantha's home, he took in a deep breath before knocking on the door. Samantha was the one who contacted him the night before, requesting to meet up and talk about their impending marriage.Samantha opened the door, and both of them exchanged a hesitant smile before Oliver stepped inside."Oliver, thank you for coming," Samantha said. "Let's go to the living room to talk."As they entered the living room, Samantha offered Oliver a seat. "I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to talk to you about us," Samantha said."No, no, not at all. I was actually nervous too," Oliver replied, still feeling a little nervous."Me too," Samantha laughed, and Oliver relaxed a bit. He could tell that she was a kind-hearted person