I Do Series 2: Entangled Marriage

Chapter 2

“You’re crazy,” Stella commented in astonishment while shaking her head. “If you have a weird hobby of playing pranks on random people. Then, you got the wrong person,” she added without giving the gentleman a split second to speak.

Stella stood up immediately while shaking off the words she just heard. A two-word sentence that blew her mind off in a heartbeat. But, the man in front of her was beyond her imagination.

“I’m serious, Stella,” Sebastian said firmly, making the lady in front of him stop midway. “Marry me,” he continued without averting his eyes away from her.

If a person’s eyes are capable of physically harming someone, Sebastian’s brown orbs can easily pierce through Stella’s flesh as he stares at her intently. Just by sitting comfortably, he effortlessly channels his domineering charisma that can make any person follow his orders. And, Stella wasn’t an exemption not to feel, nor realize it. But, she didn’t let his charm affect her and let him get what he wanted.

Stella stared back at him for a second, challenging the dominance that Sebastian was trying to use on her. “Didn’t you say that you want to talk about something important?” she asked in a formal tone as she tried to mask her emotions away from him. “And, that concerns my parents, right?”

“Yeah. Sort--”

“But, marrying you,” Stella cut him off. “You must be crazy and I will be too, that's if I agree to it. That’s one of a kind crazy idea,” she added followed by a soft chuckle and shaking off her head. It was as if that was the craziest thing Stella would do in her life. “What you need is an appointment with a psychiatrist, and I’m not the one you need,” she continued. “That’s not my area of specialty. I’m sorry.”

Stella didn’t want to be rude to the person before her but, his proposal unleashes it. She just landed not more than three hours ago on the land where she hopes to restart her life. Then all of a sudden a man in a black suit drives her to a hotel to meet another stranger who happens to propose marriage in the most unimaginable and sudden ways everyone could think of.

“I know all of these seems crazy for you,” Sebastian said as Stella stood up, getting ready to leave any second. “But, I’m serious.”

“If I could just pick another girl, I would,” Sebastian continued in almost a whisper. “I mean, I can. But, it’s you that I need,” he added as he leaned forward a bit and rested his elbow on the chair’s armrest. “I need you to marry me, St--”

“I’m sorry. I don’t care what your reasons are, my decision is final,” Stella cut him off. “Please respect my decision.”

“Harold,” Sebastian called the man standing not far away from them. The same person that picked Stella up from the airport and made her meet up with Sebastian possible.

With just the tone of Sebastian’s voice, Harold understood right away what his boss wanted. He immediately reached for the folder in his bag and placed it on the table between Sebastian and Stella.

“Look at these files first before you decline my offer,” Sebastian said as he slightly pushed the folder in Stella’s direction.

Stella looked at Sebastian questioningly and then at the folder in front of her. “What is this?” she asked suspiciously.

“You will know once you read it,” he answered, making the lady in front of him frown.

“If you think that reading what’s inside that folder will change my decision-”

“Read it first,” Sebastian cut her off.

“This d*mn hardheaded man!” Stella secretly screamed with rage at the back of her mind. “He doesn’t know when to stop, isn’t he?” she continued as her frown gradually turned into a deadly glare, fighting back the intensity of Sebastian’s brown orbs staring at her.

“Uhm. . . Miss Stella, please see the files first,” Harold interrupted the ongoing death glare battle between Stella and Sebastian. “I’m sure that you’ll understand him. And, I swore to you that every information you’ll learn there are true and correct,” he added confidently.

Feeling completely hopeless, Stella heaved a soft sigh.“Fine,” she replied as her doubtful gaze slowly relaxed. “But, this doesn’t mean that I’m agreeing to your crazy proposal,” she added while massaging her temple.

“I’m confident that you will soon agree with my proposal,” Sebastian said proudly as he stood up and fixed his suit.

Hearing how proud and smug the man before her makes Stella more and more stressed out at the situation she is currently in.

“Don’t put your hopes up, Mister,” Stella replied as she stood up and grabbed the folder. “Now, am I allowed to leave?” she asked while waving the folder in her hand into the air. “Am I?”

“Harold,” Sebastian called his secretary in a tone that the two of them could understand. “My secretary will drive you to your house, or hotel. Just tell him where,” he instructed as he also stood up while on the other hand, Harold already stepped out ahead of them.

“Finally, I can rest,” Stella mumbled to herself as she lay down on the bed. “But. . .”

“Nah. I’ll rest first,” she whispered as her eyes caught the brown envelope lying on the bedside table. “It’s been a long flight and day for me,” she continued as she slowly closed her eyes. “An extreme and unexpected long day.”

“Marry me, Stella Montoya,” Sebastian’s voice echoed in Stella’s mind a few seconds later.

“Marriage, huh?” Stella mumbled exasperatedly as she opened her eyes.

Despite being lethargic it was as if her body had its own mind to move her body and pick up the documents that had been bugging her since she left the restaurant.

“Nah,” she exhaled dispiritedly. “I should rest,” Stella mumbled as she laid back into the bed with the documents in her hand. “Or, else I won’t have any once Violet arrives.”

“D*mn!” Stella cursed a minute later. “This curiosity is killing me,” she mumbled as her hand reached for the envelope on the bedside table. “Just what is this all about?” she asked while opening the envelope without any idea what she was about to learn.

A tiny giggle, soft little pokes, and a cheerful voice woke Stella up from her deep slumber.

“Stop it,” Stella irritatedly mumbled as she slowly opened her eyes. “Kylo?” she added, while her eyesight gradually adjusted to the bright sunlight passing through the window and the thin layer of white curtain.

“It’s already morning,” she thought. “I’m hungry. After all, I fall asleep without eating dinner.”

“Auntie, wake up!” the little boy roared as he began jumping on the bed, making it shake along with Stella’s world. “Auntie!” he excitedly called her repeatedly.

“Hmm,” Stella groaned. “Kylo!” she squealed. “My beautiful nephew,” she added while trying to grab the boy.

Kyle then stopped jumping as soon as his Aunt grabbed him.

“I’m not beutifeul,” Kylo stammering protested while pouting as he heard what Stella called him. “Handsome!” he protested while pouting. “I’m a boy, not a girl. So, it should be handsome.”

A smile quickly drew onto Stella's lips and soon it turned to a soft chuckle while her eyes feasted at the cutest child for her. Kylo’s slightly curly hair became disheveled from turning his Aunt’s bed into a huge soft and white trampoline. His cute little tummy is already peeking from his shirt which is slightly curled upwards.

“Alright, alright. You’ve grown up now, handsome,” Stella said with a bright smile as she sat up. “Look at your cute belly showing up,” she teased him.

“Auntie!” the little boy giggled as Stella began tickling him.

Little did the two know that there was a pair of sparkling eyes watching them have fun together.

“Mommy!” Kylo cried in between his giggles. “Save me, please… Mommy!”

“That’s enough you two,” Violet instructed as she stepped inside the room. “Welcome back, Sis.”

“Yeah. I’m back,” Stella answered in a low tone, more likely whispering to herself.

Violet couldn’t help the light snicker escaping from her lips as her eyes shifted to the mess next to her sister.

“You just got off from a long flight and it looks like you already miss working, huh?” Violet commented.

Stella then immediately turns to her side, and to her surprise, the file of documents she once read before falling asleep is now scattered on the bed like confetti.

“Sh*t!”

“Hey! Watch your words, please,” Violet roared at her sister. “Baby, don’t copy what Auntie said, okay,” she instructed her son. “That’s a bad word. Understand?”

“Sorry,” Stella apologized as she frantically gathered the documents in fear that her sister might catch a glimpse of what it was all about.

“No! Violet should never know about this. . . She shouldn’t.”

“You must be famished now. I already ordered breakfast,” Violet said.

“Breakfast? Yey! Pancake, pancake,” Kylo squealed excitedly. “Auntie, let’s go.”

A soft chuckle escaped Stella’s lips as she watched her nephew dance excitedly. “Thanks. I’ll change my clothes first,” she said as she got up from bed and walked towards her luggage.

“By the way, Violet,” she said a second later. “Do you know any private investigator, or anyone who might know about it?”

“Huh?”

“N-nothing. Don’t mind what I said,” Stella immediately took back after realizing what she had just said.

“Stella, your sister mustn't know about it. Remember that. There’s no need to get her involved.”