The Unwanted Bride Book 1

Chapter One

SAVANNAH

"PIER?! Where the hell are you?! Come out here?!" I shouted at my best friend's doorstep. The door opened, and I saw Ericka.

"Vannie? Is there a problem?" she asked me, but I went straight inside.

"Where's Pier?"

"He's still asleep, why?"

I headed straight to his room and slammed the door. I quickly pulled off his blanket and covered his face with a pillow.

"Oh my gosh, Van!! Don't kill him!" Ericka screamed when she saw Pier struggling. I removed the pillow and stared at him while he caught his breath.

"You idiot!! Do you want me dead?!" Pier shouted.

"I will really kill you, Pier! How can you be so careless?!!"

"What did I do? Girl, I was just sleeping and then you're blaming me for something I didn't know?! What's your problem?!"

I wiped my hands on my face. I looked at the two of them. Ericka looked really worried while Pier seemed a little irritated and bothered.

"They're sending me back to the Philippines," I whispered, but it was loud enough for both of them to hear.

"What?!"

"Really?"

They both shouted at the same time. I nodded and took an envelope, handing it to Pier.

"You signed a contract, Pier. You told them our agency would send our top model there in exchange for the ad campaign contract," I said, my voice trembling. Pier snatched the contract and examined it.

"You're the top model, Vannie," Ericka said, almost to herself. I looked at her as she realized what was really happening around us.

"I didn't sign any agreement about sending you back to those assholes, Van. Trust me," Pier said as he scanned the paper.

"Your secretary has your electronic signature. Maybe she signed it?" Ericka suggested. Pier turned pale.

"You gave your secretary your e-signature? Pier, that's insane!"

"I didn't know she'd sign this. I didn't even know we had an offer from Xan--" he stopped and looked at me.

"You didn't know?" he shook his head. I looked at Ericka, and she shook her head too.

"He's already found you, Savannah," Pier said. My stomach sank at hearing that.

XANDER

"How was it?" I asked my spy in California.

"Mr. Pier Rodriguez has already signed the papers, Sir. Their company will send Mrs. Montreal--"

"Mrs. Montreal," I corrected him. He cleared his throat and continued.

"Their company will send Mrs. Montreal just as you wish."

I couldn't help but smile.

"Well done. And what about the pictures?"

"They are in your email, Sir."

I opened my computer and looked at them.

"Anything else, Sir?"

"None. Thanks," and I turned off my phone. I opened the email my spy sent me.

The mail contained pictures of my wife while she is still in California. I immediately printed them out and placed them on my desk to examine them closely.

There were pictures of her taking pictures. So, she's also a photographer? I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride when I learned that. I touched her face in one of the pictures. She was smiling while talking to Pier and Ericka. I knew both of them, they've been friends since they were kids and also my wife.

My intercom beeped, interrupting my examination of the photos. I answered it immediately.

"Kathy?" I asked my secretary.

"Sir, your father is outside. He wants to talk to you--" The door to my office flung open, and in came my father.

"Where is my Vannie?" he asked, excited.

"Chill, Dad," I said, amused. He sat down immediately and took some of the pictures.

"Oh my Vannie. She really became even more beautiful. Seems like she's thriving away from you," Dad said, grinning mischievously. I snatched the picture from him and hid it.

"Come on, Dad. How supportive of you."

Dad chuckled and threw the paperweight at me.

"I love Savannah because she loves my child dearly. But my idiotic son threw her away."