SHE’S STUBBORN He's ARROGANT
STELLA
I watched them bring in Jeremy's grandfather. He was on a wheelchair but he had that mean look on his face.
He didn't even come for my wedding with Jeremy.
He stayed at the far end of the dinning ignoring all the greetings that came from everyone. He acts so arrogant... Who does that remind me of? Of course, Jeremy.
"Stella" Jeremy called and I turned. He fed me a spoon of beef stew.
I was surprised but I still kept a happy look. He used his thumb to remove something close to my lip.
"Thanks love," I said, trying to make the others jealous.
I took my eyes from Jeremy and realized everyone was staring.
Even the mean old grandpa
I quickly stared at my food.
My heart was beating like a party drum.
'Stella, what were you thinking?'
It's not my fault.
Jeremy didn't tell me we would act like we were in love.
Suddenly, music began playing and the maids showed up and cleared the table. We all got up and advanced to the spacious part of the dining hall.
The music playing in the atmosphere is slow and cool . Some of the couples took glasses of drinks and began talking to each other.
Jeremy and I were together close to a window.
"You totally threw me off guard back there" I muttered.
"Yeah...whatever" he replied, rolling his eyes.
"Mrs Stella" I heard and turned to see a maid behind me.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Grandfather Sanchez wants to see you," she said.
Jeremy and I exchanged glances.
"Go ahead..." He muttered.
"But...I am scared. He looks mean and...arrogant. Jeremy! Come with me" I said, quite worried.
He chuckled.
"He wants to see you. Go. Don't keep him waiting" he said.
I gulped and followed the maid.
He took me towards a lonely hallway. We stopped in front of a big door. She opened the door and I walked in. the door shut behind me.
I was in a huge office but there were books everywhere. Grandfather Sanchez was o. His chair before his desk.
"Come forward" he said coldly and I obeyed.
He pointed at a spare seat in front of his desk and I sat down.
In a normal office there are two seats. Why one here?
"So, you're married to my grandson?" he said more like a question.
I nodded.
"Don't nod when I question you," he said sternly.
Oops.
"Am sorry sir. Yes, Jeremy and I are married" I quickly collected.
"Is he responsible?" He asked and I arched my brows.
"Do you trust him? Is he accountable?" He asked.
"Yes sir. He is" I replied.
He chuckled.
"Why won't you say yes'?" He asked in between laughs.
I smiled nervously.
But I am being truthful.
Jeremy is always working. He's responsible.
"How many wives do I have Stella?" He asked.
"One," I replied.
"Good. I hate separation. It's like a thorn in my flesh. I would rather bribe my wife not to leave me than to end the marriage. And so I don't want to hand over my wealth to someone who can't keep his family. I believe your marriage with Jeremy is not a contract" he said.
"No sir. It's a real marriage" I replied.
"I know. I made sure of that. The only thing we're waiting for now is a baby with you and Jeremy's DNA" he said.
"I am practically handing the wealth over to you because I saw the truth in your eyes back at the dinning. Under no circumstance should you leave Jeremy, am I understood?" He asked.
...I tried to nod but I quickly opened my mouth.
"Yes sir, I promise," I replied.
He smiled.
"You can go".

I arrived at the party place and went to Jeremy.
"Gist me on the conversation later" he muttered and I scoffed.
A lady walked to me.
"There's dirt on your dress" she whispered and I looked down.
I gasped and turned to Jeremy.
"Excuse me" I said and left the place clearly embarrassed.
I looked for the rest room and went over to the sink. I dropped my purse on the counter and took a tissue.
I looked up at the mirror and flinched.
Yvonne was coming out from the toilet.
"I didn't mean to scare you dear" she said, coming to the sink.
"It's alright" I murmured.
She stood beside me washing her hands.
"How's Jeremy?" She asked.
"He's fine of course. Just don't come to my house uninvited again" I said, quite pissed with her attitude.
"Oh, I am deeply sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, " she said.
I smiled .
"It's okay" I said, finishing up with the cleaning of the stain on my dress.
I wonder how that got there.
"Umm... Your back zipper is down " she said and I turned. She helped me with it and I thanked her.
I left the restroom in a jiffy because I don't want Jeremy to be worried.
That's if he'll even look for me.
I got to where he was and we faced each other.
"I really want us to go home" he whined like a child.
I chuckled.
"Calm down sir. It's almost over" I jibed.
"Attention Attention. Mrs Yvonne's golden pendant has been stolen" the lady said and everyone began murmuring.
How can something be stolen at such a fancy gathering filled with wealthy people??
"It's likely to be stolen by a female and Mrs Yvonne suspects Stella" she said and I flinched.
What?
Jeremy glanced at me.
Everyone had their eyes on me.
"I didn't steal anything!" I retorted.
"Just to be sure. We'll have to search your purse. If the pendant is there, I have no choice but to arrest you but if it's not, I'll have to search for others" Yvonne said.
My heart raced.
Yvonne.
How can she be thIs wicked?
She came to my house acting all friendly.
Gosh!
I hate her.
"What sort of nonsense is this? I didn't steal anything Jeremy" I said ruefully.
Suddenly, Tristan showed up.
He grabbed my wrist forcefully and tried to snatch my purse from me.
Jeremy threw him a hard punch across his face which sent him stuttering back.
Everywhere was intense as Jeremy beat Tristan up roughly not sparing him a chance to fight back. They are finally separated and Tristan is left with blood all over his nose and a swollen lip.
Jeremy turned to me and grabbed my wrist. He walked out of the house. We got into the limousine and the driver drove off.
"No one touches you like that but me, do you understand?!" He growled and I could tell he was very angry.
I nodded, very shocked and confused.
I opened my purse and went through it and that's when I saw it.
A golden pendant.
But how did it get into my purse??