The weight of “I Love You”

Everywhere was filled with billionaires who were invited as guests to the opening grand event. Popular artists, musicians, and businesspeople were also present at the event. Different types of luxurious cars were all parked in the parking lot as the place was filled up. Reporters and photographers were everywhere taking pictures and interviewing anybody who had just arrived in their car. Apart from the light outside the building, the photographers' cameras caught their eyes like lightning, as reporters walked close to them, asking questions before they entered the main building. Some answered the questions, while others walked away holding their wife and their kids. Morgan Morris parked his Cybertruck as reporters and photographers had already surrounded his car. He looked at Natasha, who was breathing heavily as he held her hands. "Why are you so nervous?" he sighed. "I have never been to a place like this before, and I don't want to let you down." Don't worry; I'm the one who brought you here, so I will take care of everything here. She looked at him still breathing heavily. I don't want to put you in any situation that will make you feel uncomfortable. Have I ever complained to you that staying with me is making me feel uncomfortable? No. Why are you then complaining? She looked through the closed window as she saw the reporters and photographers all waiting for them to step out of the car. She took a deep breath as her heart raced. You are with me. Don't worry yourself. Don't be scared. Nothing is going to happen. She nodded her head as if she agreed with him; meanwhile, it was as if the whole world wanted to swallow her. Don't come down. I'm going to open the door for you before you come down. Okay. He kissed her on the lips as he came down from his Cybertruck. He went to the other side and opened the door for her. She wore her black eyeglasses as she came down from the car. Her long pink sexy dress makes her attractive and deceptive to everyone who looks at her. He held her hand and walked through the building as photographers were busy taking their pictures and reporters were asking questions. "Tell us, sir, who she is?" one of the reporters asked. Natasha looked straight ahead as she refused to look at her side where the reporters and photographers were. The bouncers around the block kept the reporters from approaching the two people. "Don't be scared, just focus on the building." Natasha smiled and nodded her head. "Is she a staff member in your company?" the second reporter asked. "Who is she to you?" another reporter asked. They kept asking questions as Morgan and Natasha entered the building. She released her breath, which she had been holding, as she exhaled so deeply. Inside, the building had a beautiful design, as the light of the chandelier shone brightly; there were many designs that made it look opulent. The waiter passed by with three glasses of wine on a tray in their hands. Natasha was shocked to see the richest man in the country also there, as well as the most popular singers, actors, and actresses present at the event. Wow, here you go, man. An old man with white hair stood in front of Morgan. Uncle Thompson, how have you been? Doing well. Who is she? She is my fiancée. Your fiancée, his uncle said. Come here, this boy, his uncle dragged him to one corner. See who is here, Ethan shouted from a distance. Long time no see, brother, as both of them went to hug each other. How are you doing? It's been a while, you know. Ethan asked him. Yes, you are growing bigger day by day. Both of them laughed as Morgan playfully hit his chest. Meanwhile, Natasha's heart was racing so fast as everybody was fixing their gaze on her. It was as if the ground should open and swallow her. She could hear the murmuring spreading like wildfire in the building. Elena Gilbert, who was supposed to be the fiancée of Morgan Morris, was there to keep the two families stronger through bonds and business. She went to meet Natasha where she was standing. She went to meet Natasha where she was standing. I love your perfume; it smells like my dog's perfume. The guest who was with her laughed as her laughter attracted the crowd. Morgan noticed it; his face changed as his eyes turned red. His laughter disappeared as he went to meet both of them. "See my fiancée," Elena said as she wanted to hug him, but he pushed her away. She has started again, always causing him trouble whenever she is around him. The atmosphere changed in the room as everybody now fixed their eyes on the three of them. "Stop it, I don't like it," Morgan said with a commanding tone. "What don't you like?" she fired back with her tiny voice that would make anyone around pity her. "I don't like what you just displayed here." "Who is she to tell us?" The question struck his ear. He knew what the outcome would be; he needed to tell everyone the truth about who she is so that no one would question him again. He froze for a moment before spilling it out. "She is my fiancée.” I love her, and I don't love you.