Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 58

4 years ago

Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 58

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My hands wobbled as I searched the pockets of my jeans for my cell. I then finally remembered that Natasha had taken my phone. A groan escaped from my lips. I did not want to go back in there and face her again; I wanted to get as far away as I could. An idea then popped up in my head and I headed towards the lift to find the receptionist in the lobby.

When I reached the administration desk, the receptionist’s eyes bulged and I knew that my plan would work. “Do you think I can use the phone please?” I asked in a polite tone. Maybe I wouldn’t need to be scary.

I watched as she shifted her eyes. “Phones are only for members and workers of the-”
“I’m sure you don’t want me to fulfil my threat from last time … right?” I batted my eyelashes and made my eyes wide, so I could look innocent.

She sighed irritably and shoved the phone to me. “Hurry up. I might get fired if my boss finds out that I’m helping out people like you.”
I didn’t bother asking what that meant. “Will do,” I muttered. I stared at the phone and tried to remember Keith’s number, but I only managed to remember the first four numbers. I would have to make do with Henry’s.
It rang twice before he picked up. “Hello? Who is this?”

“Henry!” I let out a relieved sigh. “Do you think you can pick me up from somewhere?”
There was a pause from the other end of the line. “Where are you exactly?”

I smiled sheepishly, even though he wouldn’t be able to see it. “Uh … Hilton Curacao? You know the hotel?”

“How did you end up there?” Henry asked, in a rather slow tone.

I heard a cough from the other side and Keith saying, “Uh well … that was me.”
I listened in onto their conversation. “What?!” I heard Henry demand.
“She has to say goodbye to Natasha as well! I dropped her off but I got called here.”
“You left her stranded there?”
“I was going to pick her up when she rang!” Keith exclaimed defensively.
“Lainie’s cell was stolen.”
“Oh …”

I sighed exasperatedly. “Henry! Stop interrogating Keith. Do you think you could come for me or not? I could walk back or-”
“Of course,” he answered in a heartbeat. “I’ll be there in twenty.”
“Kay,” I answered. When I hung up, I gave the phone back to the receptionist, who gave me a small smirk. The nerve of her. “Trouble in paradise?”

I gave her a big, fat smile. “The opposite actually.”

She leaned forward with a not-so-convincing sympathetic look. “It’s ok to admit it, you know. I advise you to see a counsellor.” Her voice then dropped to a loud whisper. “It might help.”

I held my hand to my heart. “Oh honey, I’d advise you to see one too. You need to get your issues sorted out.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I have no issues,” she replied back, smiling smugly.
I widened my eyes on purpose. “Why, don’t you remember about the stick up your butt?” Before she could retort, I walked away, eager to escape from the annoying presence of the stuck-up receptionist. Everywhere in the world, there would always be the good, the bad and the downright ugly. It was a shame.
I checked out the hotels restaurant by the beach and drooled over the menu for a minute. I had no cash on me so I couldn’t buy anything. I decided to just sit on one of the chairs and ignored the weird looks the few waiters were giving me.

My thoughts went to Natasha and Mr Parker. I still couldn’t get over the fact that they had been behind all of this, although it all perversely fitted together.

I wasn’t that surprised that Mr Parker was involved, since he was such a p---k and had seemed pretty determined to have his son marry for a business alliance. I had underestimated him – even in jail he was still capable of stirring trouble. I wished I could strangle the stupid, old bat.

Natasha on the other hand, had betrayed me. Our friendship had meant nothing to her. Hell, it wasn’t even a true friendship if she had been lying to me the whole time and faking her friendliness. To know that it was all an act hurt me. I could never forgive her. Henry and I weren’t the same now.

If they hadn’t started to articles on the engagement being a sham, Henry wouldn’t have confessed to the public. We both could have gone under the pretence of being engaged until Henry proposed to me for real, and then we could have gotten married.

I immediately shook my head to get rid of those thoughts. What was I thinking?! Marrying Henry?! Wasn’t it a bit too early to be thinking about that?

But then images of being with Henry till death do us part flashed through my head. Living in the same house, waking up to his face everyday, eating dinner together … it all sounded so, so tempting.

I leaned my head in the palm of my hand and wondered how on earth I was going to keep myself from falling apart when I would go back to my hometown.

I had enjoyed my stay with Henry but I realised that my stay seemed like a dream, a holiday. This wasn’t right. I wasn’t fit for the world of Hollywood. I still don’t like the lives of the famous and the rich. You were in the spotlight all the time and that meant no privacy.

I was the type of person who liked privacy. I always knew, from when I was a little girl, that all I wanted and needed was to get married and lead a peaceful and homey life as a normal person, but I couldn’t do that if I was with Henry .

Our long-distance relationship would have to remain secret, so we were always in risk of being founded out, and when Henry and I will get together, we’d still be talked about. I don’t know what Henry’s plan was, but I was sure it would still be that way. I didn’t want it. I didn’t want any of this, but I hadn’t realised until now.

I had been too caught up with Henry’s intoxicating love, and now that I had found out that my ‘friend’ was actually my ‘enemy’, I finally had.

How could I live in a world where I’d be thrown into the spotlight constantly? When I wouldn’t know who was my friend or my foe? And wherever I walked, I would be talked about?
I couldn’t live like that. I couldn’t let my future
children live like that. Even though it was too early to be thinking about that, I couldn’t help it. I would want them to have a serene, secure home. They could be attacked too if you thought about it.

Being famous was dangerous. Oh god, what was I going to do?