The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

I smooth my hands down my ivory wedding dress. It’s classy elegance and understated top is lined with a simple sleeveless fitted bodice and tiny pearl detailing. It has a full wispy floating skirt, and layers and layers of chiffon puffing out to a full-length cloud of loveliness. It’s a fairy-tale princess dress and matches beautifully with the elegant engagement ring twinkling on my hand, sparkling in all its shining glory.

I admire my flawless natural make-up in the mirror, touching up my nude lipstick. My tawny hair is wild and curled in its loose romantic style, tiny tendrils hang around my face and I appraise my reflection with pride.

I look beautiful! I feel beautiful and serene. There is no fear whatsoever.

I look like a woman hopelessly in love, about to marry the man of her dreams.

I am that woman.

I slide on my satin ivory stilettos that almost mirror the shoes I used to adore so much. It feels weird to be back in heels after so long and I turn around, hearing movement from the room behind me, alerting me to tropical blue

eyes catching mine in the reflection as I straighten up.

“Oh, my God, Ems … God, you look stunning,” Sarah holds back a tear, touching her eyes with a tissue and waving her hands to save her mascara from running, as I watch

her in the mirror behind me. She’s wearing her fitted

like mine and I’m overcome with a huge surge of love. Her

me. My nerves are tingling, my stomach is fluttering, and my knees are turning to mush. I spin around lifting my delicate veil and let my eyes skim that flawless silhouette in the mirror, flat stomach

is my happy day; no tears unless they are ones of joy. I remind myself that I’m not going to cloud this day with running make-up and

a few minutes, so I could step into my dress, yet they’re acting like this is the first time they’ve seen it too, even though they’re the ones who

social media the entire time we were planning the big day, for fear of trending posts giving away ideas of which shops I was heading into and people snapping sneaky photos of me trying on gowns in shops. Leila saw them, on more than one occasion and promptly chased them off, but still, pictures would still find themselves all over the social media sites. The world still loves their Carrero hotty after all and his hashtag

back through a wave of tears. Her eyeliner is already making a quick exit down

down my chin yet again.” She sniffs, and Sarah starts fussing with the hankies, cleaning Leila’s face up in a desperate attempt to salvage her perfected make-up. Leila is so hopelessly cute when she cries, and I agree with her on the Daniel point. The boy clucks around her like a mother hen anytime she burst into tears. Daniel is turning as hopeless as Jake nowadays and never far from his lady’s side; gone is the Hunter of old who partied and messed around with women galore. Leila is

you pregnant means he has no choice but to love that train wreck … Invest in waterproof mascara.” Sarah chides, and I watch as Leila runs a hand over her bulging bump. I am hit with another hint of rising tears and a small tug of envy. Her growing bump is twins, much to Daniel’s shock when they found out she was even carrying. That day I really thought we needed

heart, the familiar wave of emotion I get every time I realize there’s nothing there anymore. I was warned that it would take a long time for the feeling of emptiness to go away, and maybe not until I try for another child, but even

him now

the time. Why would he want this?” Leila sighs back her tears again and tries to limit the damage to her face with a compact, squinting at it disapprovingly then dabbing manically over the streaky areas in a bid to fix it. I predict it

her with a knowing expression; one that

from a head fracture and small brain bruise was a large ordeal and included a very long and messy recovery. I had a lot of counseling to deal with my past as well as the emotional aftereffects of what Vanquis did to me. Recovery involved rehabilitation to get past some of the brain damage I incurred from the incident, such as impaired balance, bouts of severe low mood, and awful headaches for months on end. My crying and psychotic behavior consumed me these last few months and really tested everyone’s love around me. It has been a very trying period in

and a hand to guide children to a better life. I want to do for the Sophies” of the world what Jake did for me. It was hard to study and go to classes, still seeing my therapist weekly to keep on

wedding is in a month and you’ll be the only single one of our trio.” Sarah has given up on salvaging Leila’s make-up, and instead hands her a wet wipe. It’s a safe bet to say Leila has

flawless happy face and smile at the radiance I see reflected at me. Marcus surprised everyone by proposing to Sarah, rather publicly, at her birthday bash which Jake organized for me, as a thank you to Sarah for being my friend. The proposal was beautiful, and I admit that Marcus really is right for her. Sarah was bowled over, not only by my public appreciation