My Wife In Disguise - Chapter 4
After breakfast Ashlyn drove to the hotel where the party took place last night in order to pick her best friend up.
She parked her car and entered the hotel.The staff knowing who she was let her enter the hotel freely.She took the elevator lift to the eighteenth floor and looked around before stopping at the room number she was looking for.
She sighed and prepared her eyes.Upon hearing the noises of the other room she decided to let her best friend have a bit more of fun.
She knew this girl would complain for not having enough so she left and rode the elevator back to the hotel lobby.
When she arrived there she heard a lot of commotion coming from the entrance but she turned a blind eye to it.She walked towards a free sofa and picked up a magazine.
She elegantly crossed her leg over the other and started to read the magazine.She flipped through the pages but had no interest in stopping to actually read the content.Even if she looked concentrated on the magazine her thoughts were flying elsewhere.
She had a complicated expression.Her brows knitted together.Who could guess what she was thinking though?
She had traveled to her own little world.Completely ignoring what the world around her.Her eyes turned red.And there the process of crying started.
Quite simple right?
For her,every single tear was important.Because she rarely cried sincerely.Most of the time was acting hurt in front of her past boyfriends.
Her eyes watered and finally one tear came out of her right eye.
It was warmth in her cheek.It fell slowly down the side of her nose and it stopped there.The tear had not been strong enough to fall completely down her face.Another tear came out though.It was from her left eye.
She was wearing sunglasses so the previous tear was not noticeable.But this one fell all the way down.
It fell on the page where she had stopped.There was a report on the page in honor of her mother.
How could she forget?
It had been four years today since that day her mother died.
Her mom was a famous actress in her younger years.One of the best one of the most remembered.
She was a beautiful soul.Not just in the outside but within.Her mom was her light.
It was only after a year of her mother’s death that her father moved on and married another woman.How could she complain though?
He father had every right to move on.But why was it that while his daughter suffered because of her mother’s death did her father ignore her and rejected her?
She was eighteen back then.She was fresh out of high school when it all happened.
At her 19th birthday she suddenly found herself married.She could have run a way but her husband’s grandfather had told her that her mom wished to see her marry his grandson.
If she had the chance to complete her mother’s last wish how could her heart bear to reject?
So she married.She hoped that maybe just maybe she could start off as friends with her husband.
And than possibly move into a more ambitious relationship rather then miss out in life and be tied down to a loveless marriage.
Guess that did not work out for her either.Nothing ever did.Like always she could only put her head down stay mute and surrender to everyone.
She was so into her thoughts that she did not notice two things.
One her tears were rolling down uncontrollably.There were a few drops on the magazine and edge of her sunglasses were wet.
She felt a salty taste and then realized what had happened.She put the magazine down and wiped her tears away.
The other thing was that someone had been watching her actions attentively with huge interest.
Connen Bianco had a meeting this morning.They had cancelled it last minute which drove him furious.
Mike had done his best to calm him down.
After his marriage he had gone in a ‘business trip’ which was not necessarily a lie.He just stayed on another branch of his company in New York.
Even if it was not a bus’s trip it was still related to work.He had come to this city a few times but always returned to where he had been in order to avoid his wife.
Things were not going as planned for him.He had planned that his wife would beg for a divorce on the first year after their marriage and now had turned into two but it had not happened.
Since he had been away from the main office Here in LA for two years he had to permanently stay here and fix everything.
Mike drove him back to his hotel only to find out all the rooms were occupied.His already angry self grew even angrier when Mike made him stay in the hotel lobby while he left to get him a room.
Mike told him he had three choices. Wait for the hotel room,go to the Bianco mansion were his wife stayed or go to the his Villa were his grandfather stayed.
The answer was obvious so he decided to wait for his hotel room.No matter how powerful of a man he is there was rules to follow.
Just because he was a billionaire and had the world in his hands did not completely allow him to actually do what he wanted.Though as long as his requests were reasonable everything was handed to him. Wuxiaworld for visiting.
He is not a petty man either so he would not throw a tantrum just because he did not get a hotel room.It was his own fault for not booking it anyway.Not to mention it was the middle of summer and this hotel was especially busy to tourists.
He had been waiting for the past 30minutes and kept staring at the elevator waiting for Mike to appear but he had suddenly seemed to disappear.
He looked at the elevator and saw a figure walking out.It was woman and he was instantly attracted to her.
More like his eyes refused to move away from her.
She was not average looking nor was she exceptionally beautiful.She was just right.
Her naturally long curly hair bounced up and down as she moved step by step out of the elevator.
It was clear she was pretty but a kind of pretty in which was calm and gentle something you could not ignore.He noticed he was not the only male looking at her.
Many were gawking at her with lust and eyeing her curves which she happened to have all in the right places.
He forced himself to look away but a few minutes later he found himself staring at her crying figure.