Female Novel
Mayhem
The sad part was that I felt obliged and was sort of responsible to sit through and watch as they
unwrapped each gift. The biggest burden was to put on an excited look on my face every time the staff
unveiled a newly unwrapped gift. Of course, there was nothing wrong with the gift, they were all
wonderful and luxurious. Some so luxurious that I wasn’t sure when Edward and I would ever get
around to using it…but ok…
After sitting through almost three hours of gift wrapping and watching poor old Ralph recording
everything, I’ve had enough for the day. I was tired and I was out of my mind bored.
“I think that’s enough for today. Let’s continued this another day…or you guys can go on ahead without
me,” I said as I slowly got up from the sofa that I had been sitting on and stretched.
“We’ll keep going then and I’ll show you the notes of all the presents that were sent. You should go
rest, Miss Natalia,” Ralph said with a gentle smile.
“Thank you…” I replied, returning his smile.
Going through the presents made me remember the one and probably most important present that I
have yet to open. I headed to my dressing room where I had stored away the small jewelry box that I
received from Zak.
It wasn’t a rare occasion that I would receive presents from Zak and jewelry as a present was pretty
common. However, a strange feeling in my gut told me that what was inside the jewelry box wasn’t
jewelry. I mean, why would I need to wait until I’m alone to open a box containing jewelry?
I should quickly get this over with before Edward comes back from work. I felt a little guilty hiding
something from my husband, but my curiosity was really taking over. Plus, if the content in the box
required Edward to know then I would tell him.
I entered my dressing room and quickly found that small jewelry box that Zak had given me the day of
my wedding. I sat down on the sofa and stared at the small box in my hand. I noticed that my hands
were shaking and I felt anxious.
I think the last time I felt this nervous opening a box was when Lucien handed me that small safe that
contained the black envelop from my father. My hands were sweaty, and I cursed myself for my
irrational emotions.
I closed my eyes tight and quickly opened the box. Taking in a deep breath, I opened my eyes.
Well, this is a little bit of a letdown…
I blinked rapidly in surprise as I stared at the only content in the box: a small piece of white paper with
Zak’s very familiar handwriting scrawled on it.
‘The Truth’ read the paper followed by a date that was approximately a month from now.
What…the hell?
…
“You need to stop watching these things and letting it get to your head,” Edward warned seriously as he
turned off the television without a care.
“I know what they’re saying is not true but…” I mutter softly.
“Remember, we are the ones who manipulate the media and not the other way around,” Edward
reminded me casually as he plopped down on the sofa next to me.
“I know…” I said in resignation. There was no point in explaining to him how emotionally draining it was
to see the press try their best to dissect my family line and speculate about how I managed to “hook the
other Rosenhall brother” after my mother had hooked one.
“We’ll let them run wild for a bit and then we’ll find some hot celebrity dating or cheating on each other
news to cover it up. It’s not a big deal so don’t stress, it’s bad for the baby,” Edward said as he pulled
me into his embrace.
“The Golddigger Duo” was the standard phrase that people used to refer to my mother and I nowadays
on social media. We were becoming more famous than we ever dreamt we could be. I hated all this
hatred aimed at me, but I couldn’t take the criticism raised against my mother.
My marriage to Edward seemed to have reminded the world once again of the union between my
mother and Lucien. What had happened back then has repeated itself with twice as much intensity and
on a much more widespread scale thanks to modern day technology and social media.
I could understand where they were coming from though. How often is it that your mother gets to marry
a billionaire and then you get to marry his billionaire brother, I thought as I rolled my eyes before
shutting them. I knew the backlashes would be severe, but I never thought that it would be this
detrimental.
After that conversation with Edward, I have been staying away from any source of news and media
including my phone, the television, the computer, and other sources of internet connectivity. This was
because the not-so-positive news of our wedding was going viral everywhere.
The only times that I watched the television was when Lucien and Edward were forced to host press
conferences to address the growing concern of the public and their investors. I have seen personal
affairs of CEOs impacting their company’s stock price before but have never imagined that one day I
would be involved in the fall of our company’s stock price.
I could only imagine how much Lucien would curse when he was told that he had to appear onnovelbin
television to answer questions regarding his stepdaughter’s marriage to his brother. I watched him
answer ridiculous questions about my relationship with Edward as if it had anything to do with
company’s business.
Although I tried my best to prevent these things from getting to my head, I found it difficult. Soon, I was
finding it hard to sleep at night. I would always wake up in the middle of the night as if I was waking
from a nightmare. Edward would always be there to comfort me and lure me back to sleep. I couldn’t
imagine what life would be like without Edward by my side.
--To be continued…
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