The Billionaire's Fragile Bride

before, Orla followed after David, Callan's chauffeur. Bumping hi

me height as Callan, a well-tailored suit flawlessly accentuated his hunky frame that was easily noticeable from how his shirt ti

laced her arms on her chest. "Who exactly is your boss

He shrugged and responded, "Callan Barlowe, the man you are ab

ggled her head. She still hadn't processed and accepted the

with a stranger, but she wanted to know more about Callan and she felt she couldn't stare straight into his eyes to directly ask him questions. His stares were deathly, she

fter Orla had settled in, he bent to her level and whispered into her ears, "You should ask him all that you have on your mind to ask

nto the car. Within seconds, the car was out of the mansi

r mind whenever she tried to remember Callan, the feeling was petrifying and she wasn't certain she could go for long, bu

to make her life reasonable again. Not that it was always reasonable, but at least she had her freedom and could do whatever she wanted with

e time they got to the penthouse. David called on Rosa to come to pick Orla up and show her to the room

n up, she flipped her eyes around to survey th

ked, her eyes dartin

ed at David and said, "Is this the bride you were talking a

ng Orla wouldn't take offence with Rosa'

of the parking lot. Orla hurried after her, a

e passageway but couldn't find any traces of her. Everywhere was quiet, the first floor was busy and filled with people bustling around the whole place. She figured the

as in there since she wasn't coming out. She clamped her small hands on the doorknob of a room and without

ross the centre of the room, a big brown mahogany table encompassed with stationeries, a computer and other things that were neede

birds caught her attention, she walked over to the part of the room where it was hung

, drooping her hea

m, causing a bone in her to jerk. "And what are you doing

ed her. Head still b

u that you don't touch my things unless I ask you to? And how dare you wa

d out in a shaky voice, sweat

n barked at her, throwing

her head, her eyes met with Callan's and withi

and to halt her, a knoc

rring her face. "I am sorry, I had to co

looked back at her and said, "Why di

d, her eyes ogling Orla who was st

long time. "Sit on the sofa," he commanded, ge

nce she was chosen by him and he even invited her over but the reverse was the case there, he looked too mad to see her and she w

he long gown she donned. It wasn't tattered, it was her favourite gown. Why would Callan call her favourite clo

e. "I will do that now." She was gone again

hers. "I told David to bring you over, why didn't you wear something more decent? Did

an for berating her best dress, but that would be a bad idea. He

surements and get you new clothes that you'd b

nd nodded obediently, she didn't dare to oppose him or ask him questions. The ferocious look on

didn't deserve him at all, she was nowhere close to the class of women he'd be with and she was sure of that. She wondered why Call

again?" Callan q

vious night but her memory suddenly became blank. Even if she told him, it didn't matter, it

his eyes, and he looked back at her, locking eyes with her for a few seconds. She opened her mouth a

but maybe I will find out with time. But I want you to know that I have no interest in you, you are not t

was hurting like she was punctured by a dagger. "But we can stop this whole thing, my sisters are be

it's clear that none of your family members is interested in this whole thing and I don't want a horrible-looking bride on my wedding day." He rose to his feet, adjusting the blazer he wore. "I have to resume back to work, wait here fo

Callan. She sighed, wiping her tears with her thumb, it wasn't going to be a good one for her, she was certain that

utiful face and body walked in. He spotted Orla where she was seate

trange face staring at her, con

you?" She