Chapter 2
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I felt a pang of guilt, seeing the desperation in Lainey's eyes. I took a deep breath, trying to process everything. "I... I'll think about it, Lainey. But I'm not promising anything."
Lainey's face lit up with hope, and she hugged me tightly. "Thank you, Xamira. Thank you for considering it. I'll be here for you, no matter what."
She stood up and left my room sadly.
As I sat in on my bed, lost in thought, I couldn't help but think about Lainey. She had always been my big sister, the one I looked up to since I was born. Growing up, I never knew that she wasn't my step sister. To me, she was just my sister, and I loved her with all my heart. It wasn't until I was older that I found out the truth - that Lainey's mom had passed away when she was a baby, and our dad had married my mom, making Lainey my step-sister. But to outsiders, we were just sisters, and that's all that mattered.
I went to bed that night, my mind racing with thoughts of Lainey and her plea. I finally drifted off to sleep, my mind made up.
The next morning, I woke up feeling a sense of resolve. I took a deep breath, got out of bed, and began my morning routine. It was time for breakfast, I headed downstairs to join my family.
As we sat down for to eat, Dad asked Lainey, "So, Lainey, have you made up your mind about the marriage arrangement?"
Lainey looked down, her eyes welling up with tears. Mom intervened, placing a gentle hand on Dad's arm. "Honey, maybe we should give Lainey some more time to think about it. This is a big decision, after all."
But Dad's expression remained firm. "I'm afraid we can't afford to wait, dear. Mr. Donovan is expecting an answer soon."
That's when I spoke up. "I'll do it," I said, my voice firm. "I'll marry him instead of Lainey."
The room fell silent, with everyone staring at me in shock. Lainey's eyes welled up with tears, and she looked at me with a mix of gratitude and surprise.
Dad's expression changed from surprise to curiosity. "Are you sure, Xamira?" he asked.
I nodded, feeling a sense of determination. "Yes, I'm sure. Lainey deserves to be with Tyler, and since I don't have anyone... it's probably easier for me."
Lainey stood up, tears streaming down her face, and hugged me tightly. "Thank you, Xamira," she whispered. "I'll never forget this."Mom rubbed my hands smiling.
After breakfast, I stood up and went to my room, feeling a sense of resolve wash over me. Lainey and Mom followed me, and we shared a heartfelt hug.
"Sweetheart, at least now you can be happy," Mom said, holding Lainey's hand. "Xamira has made this sacrifice for you. I just hope Tyler makes you happy and doesn't hurt you."
Lainey smiled, tears still shining in her eyes. "He won't hurt me, Mom. I'm so happy that Xamira was able to do this for me. You're the best sister in the world, Xamira."
We hugged again, the bond between us stronger than ever.
They went back to their rooms, I felt a mix of emotions. Deep down, I was sad because I didn't know what I was getting myself into.
Later that afternoon, Dad knocked on my door. "Xamira, get dressed. We're going to the Donovan‘s mansion."
I opened the door, feeling a sense of dread. "Dad, no one's even talking about Christmas. Instead, it's this... rushed marriage thing."
Dad's expression was firm. "This is a pressing issue, Xamira. Christmas will come later. I'll send the decorating crew to put up the tree and everything. But we need to go to theDonovan's place for the procedures."
"What's the hurry, Dad?" I asked.
"Mr. Donovan wants his son to settle down before making him the CEO of his company," Dad explained. "He believes that marriage will stabilize his son and prepare him for the responsibilities of running the company."
I sighed, feeling resigned. "Okay, Dad. Let me get dressed."
I quickly got dressed and went downstairs. Dad was already heading out the door.
"Xamira, good luck," Mom said, hugging me tightly.
"Yeah, good luck, sis," Lainey added, hugging me as well. "We'll be thinking of you."
I smiled weakly and followed Dad to the car. The drive took about an hour.
When we arrived at the Donovan mansion, Dad led me to the living room where Mr. Donovan was waiting.When he saw me, he was impressed. I could see it on his face.
"Mr. Donovan, this is my daughter, Xamira," Dad said, introducing me.
Mr. Donovan smiled and stood up to greet me. "Ah, Xamira, it's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you."
I smiled nervously and shook his hand.
Dad and Mr. Donovan sat down, and I followed suit.
Mr. Donovan leaned forward, his eyes serious. "So, Xamira, I'm sure your father has explained the situation to you."
I nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation.
"My son is not in the country at the moment," Mr. Donovan continued. "He's on a business trip, but I've already called him to come back. He’s booked his flight for tomorrow."
He looked at me expectantly. "I want the marriage to be a court wedding, and all the necessary documents need to be signed tomorrow. I want you to come back alone tomorrow, and then you and my son can go to the court and get everything done."
He paused, smiling again. "After that, you can move your things into my son's house."
I felt overwhelmed, but I tried to nod and smile.
Mr. Donovan stood up, signaling the end of our meeting. "I'll see you tomorrow, Xamira. And don't worry, my son will take good care of you."
Dad stood up as well, and we said our goodbyes before leaving the mansion.
As we left the Donovan's mansion, I sat in the back seat, feeling a mix of emotions. Dad started making calls to arrange for the Christmas decorating crew to come to our house.
I leaned towards the window, sticking my head out to let the wind blow through my hair. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I pretended to hide them from Dad.
A few minutes later, the driver pulled up to our house. Mom and Lainey were waiting at the door, concern etched on their faces.
"Hey, sweetie, how was your day?" Mom asked, trying to sound cheerful.
I just shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. Lainey tried to talk to me, but I just sadly trudged upstairs.
Lainey started to follow me, but Mom stopped her. "No, Lainey, leave her alone. Let her think. She needs to be alone."
I entered my room, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me. I wanted to call someone, but I didn't have anyone to talk to. Growing up, I had always had everything I wanted, but that had come at a cost. People saw me as a spoiled brat, and Dad's protectiveness had made it hard for me to make friends.
My only childhood friend had moved away, and now that I was grown, I didn't know how to reach out and make new friends.
Later that evening, the Christmas decorating crew arrived, carrying boxes of lights, garlands, and ornaments. They busied themselves transforming our house into a winter wonderland.
When they finished, they packed up their things and left. The house was quiet once again.
That night, we all came down to dinner, the tension palpable. Mom finally broke the silence.
"You all can't just keep quiet like this. This house is becoming smaller and lonelier by the day. I don't know what's happening here. Please, someone, say something."
Lainey and I exchanged a glance. "We're fine, Mom," we said in unison.
Lainey added, "It's just... this is a big step for us to take. Especially for Xamira."
I looked down, feeling a lump form in my throat.
After dinner, everyone went to their rooms. I slept fitfully, waking up to a knock on the door from Mom.
"Good morning, Xamira," Mom said, opening the door. "You need to get ready to go to the Donovan's mansion this morning."
I shrugged and got out of bed. "Okay, Mom."
I took my bath, put on a nice dress, and headed downstairs. The driver, Mr. Austin, was waiting for me.
As we drove to the Donovan's mansion, I couldn't help but press my phone anxiously. Mr. Austin kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror, concern etched on his face.
"Are you okay, Xamira?" he asked gently.
I nodded, trying to hold back tears.
When we arrived at the Donovan's mansion, I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.
"Good morning, Xamira," Mr. Donovan said, welcoming me warmly.
"Good morning, Mr. Donovan," I replied, trying to sound cheerful.
"Please, come in," he said, gesturing to a seat. "How are you today?"
"I'm fine, thank you," I said, trying to smile.
Mr. Donovan nodded. "Good. My son will be here soon."
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