I wring my fingers nervously as we pull up towards the familiar looking building.

I grab Shan's hand, my anxiety increases tenfold as I gaze out the window behind her. My eyes skim over the canopy of vehicles and people in from the building and my breath becomes heavier. I catch Shan smiling reassuringly at me and my eyes lock with hers through her red mask.

Shan had finally decided on a red number in a shop three stores down from where we had bought my gown and it had matched all the requirements on her checklist.

Red, tempting, sexy and would cause Dimitri to get an instant erection just by looking.

I'm only aware of the first three requirements but seeing as though they were an hour late to meet up with us, I guess the fourth was fulfilled.

We pull to a stop and my throat lumps up as I notice the congregation of people atop the massive stairs.

"I can't do this," I say as I lean back against my seat.

I close my eyes, breathing deeply before opening them and focusing on a pair of electric blues that stare at me through the rear-view mirror.

Johnattan's brilliant, blue eyes are covered with a sleek blue mask that does wonders in bring out the brighter orbs beneath.

"It'll be okay, Christi. We're here for you," he says keeping eye contact with me and I nod hesitantly.

After my confirmation the men exit the front of the car and Shan hugs me soothingly saying she'll be with me as much as she can. The door behind Shan opens and she kisses my cheek before taking Dimitri's hand and exiting the vehicle.

Seconds later, a familiar hand his held out for me to take and I breathe deeply before taking it. Here goes nothing.

Slowly, I exit the car my blue flats making contact with the concrete ground. I come to stand next to Johnattan who slips his around my waist comfortingly before looking down at me.

"Are you ready?" I nod stiffly and he gives me a sceptical look.

"I'm ready," I say confidently and he nods placing a kiss on my temple.

He leads us forward and my eyes look over at the dashing couple to our right.

Shanice is outfitted in a red bustier with a mesh fabric covering her chest, gems are littered across the bustier creating beautiful diamond patterns along with the stitched embroidery. This bustier also carries a tailcoat that reaches all the way to her feet with material used gives it a little stiffness so it frames her beautifully. With this she wears a tight-fitting, red dress pants and pair of drool-worthy red heels.

Her short hair pairs well with this look and the well stitched mask lined with red gems adds the finishing touch to her succubus look.

Beside her is the dashing, Dimitri De' Santos who is decked out in full black.

Black jacket, black waist coat, black dress shirt, black pants, black shoes and a black leather mask. He looks lethal, handsome and dangerous.

Paired with Shan they look like one badass couple, a perfect match, whereas Johnattan and I look more on the lighter side.

Johnattan is fitted in a sleek, royal blue suit that does wonders for this physique. He wears a sharp open jacket with tailcoat and a white rose in its pocket, beneath that lies a matching royal blue vest with a white dress shirt pecking out. He pairs his matching blue pants with brown shoes and belt complementing the colour scheme.

Next to Johnattan, I wear a beautiful white gown, with a gem covered bust and straps. The clear gems sparkle as I move and draw attention to my generous bust. The rest of the dress flows down my body nicely, caressing my baby bump gently.

The back dips mid-back showcasing my tattoo which seems to please Johnattan as his fingers tend to drift there as we walk. My flats are thankfully covered by the dress which has a hint of baby blue lining the hem.

I wasn't in the mood to wear heels seeing as though I'd be battling with them all night so I'm happy with its length.

My mask is simple. It's white, covered in gems and lined with white pearls which seem to contrast with my hazel eyes causing them to pop.

As we walk up the stairs I feel eyes follow us. I doubt many recognize me from so many years ago, so more than likely they recognize Johnattan. Or they're just lusting.

A few females, look our way with appreciative grins and I roll my eyes. Grabbing Johnattan's arm – the one that's not around my waist – I bring it to my lips for kiss, earning a knowing smirk from Johnattan who simply pecks my forehead.

I see a couple of the onlookers face scrunch in disgust and I resist the urge to flip them off.

My boyfriend smiles knowingly at me as we reach the entrance and I can't help but return the gesture when he tucks a curl that falls into my face from my elegant, vanilla-chocolate bun.

"Jealous are we?" He teases.

"Nah, I'm more territorial," I state confidently. "I know you're mine so I'm just making it known."

He grins, playfully and I reach up caressing his cheek, urging him down for a kiss. After a few minutes of taunting me, he complies and our lips meet for a sensual kiss. The glares burn through my body causing a pleased smile to grace my lips and Johnattan wraps his arm around my waist.

My hand toys with his small ponytail at the back of his head, tickling the base of his neck and he pulls back with a chuckle.

"I can't believe your hair has grown long enough to do that," I say and he frowns with a raised brow.

"You don't like?"

"Of course I do," I state, placing my hand against his chest. "It's just a first for me but who doesn't love a Fabio?"

He chuckles taking my hands in his and I giggle before looking hesitantly over at the French doors metres from us. Johnattan brings my palms to his lips, kissing them soothingly and my eyes shift focus to him.

"I'll be right here Christi," he says reassuringly and I sigh nodding, my head. I know...

Shan and Dimitri choose then to return to our side and I look over at Shan who nods her head encouragingly.

Okay, let's do this...

Taking a deep breath, I loop my arm with Johnattan and face the double doors. "Let's go. Don't want to keep father waiting do we?"

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I stand at the farthest corner away from the hostess trying to stay out of her sight. Her current wondering making it hard.

I watch as Rudana struts the room shaking hands and gracefully kisses the cheeks of her guests.

My sister is wearing a beautiful, sleeveless Versace dress with a sweetheart bust and mid-thigh split. The silver gown hugs and highlights her curvaceous body, tempting the many men in the room. She wears a pair of sparkling, Prada heels that complement her gown and matches her hand held mask.

She worked the room like a real Authoró, deviously and demanding attention from everyone. She was always an attention lover.

Even though we were sisters– well, half-sisters– she didn't look a tad like me. She had a creamy, caramel complexion courtesy of her mother, thick curly, honey brown hair and piercing, green eyes. She barely looked like our father, her looks were mostly her mother's but her blood– according to the blood test father demanded – says she was 100% his daughter.

Thankfully, the tyrant of the event was nowhere in sight neither was the antagonist to my story.

That fact helps me to keep calm while Johnattan leaves to get a non-alcoholic drink for me. He'd informed a waitress about the predicament but almost half an hour had passed and she wasn't back so he decided to see what was taking so long.

Shan and Dimitri though were a different case, they'd stuck around for the first hour and then moved off for alone time so, now they are lost in each other somewhere on the dancefloor. They'd left before Johnattan did so I wasn't guarded because of bad timing I guess.

They'll be right here my ass...

"What's a beauty like you doing here all alone?" a husky voice questions and I spin around startled.

He is close, very close – less than arm length – and he is handsome, very handsome –Chris Hemsworth handsome. Long blonde hair, icy blue eyes, sandy brown complexion and a very toned physique. Strong jawline, sculptured face and a smooth yet strong, alluring voice.

A first sight my heart pounds and my breath halts, he looked like Liam. After observing him for a few seconds the dread lifts as I notice that he indeed isn't Liam... but he is as much of a looker as him...

Many women would fumble for words in front of a specimen as him but not me... I'd have my share of Greek God like men... I even have one, so he didn't faze me.

"I'm waiting on someone," I reply confidently, turning to face him fully.

He's in a sharp, white and gold suit that seems to increase his sexual appeal. Had to hand it to him, he was a sight to behold...

His eyes study my body appreciatively before reaching my eyes and he smiles sexily. "Would that person happen to be me?"

In your dreams, Blondie.

"No," I state abruptly. "I'm waiting on my boyfriend."

God, I sound like a pubescent teen.

"Ah, boyfriend. That means there's a chance for me to whisk you away," he boldly with a wink and I stare at him surprised.

Did he not see my bump?

"You do notice I'm pregnant right?" I ask with a raised brow.

"And so? Not all pregnancies are conceived with love," he states matter-of-factly. "I may just happen to be the Knight to your Damsel."

I chuckle at his statement and he looks at me in confusion.

"This is one of those that was conceived with love." I explain and he shrugs nonchalantly.

"I guess we all can't get what we want," he says as he stares fondly at me. "However, you are a beautiful and confident woman and I like that."

He studies intently me with those blue eyes and glare at him crossing my arms over my chest. "Didn't you mother tell you it's bad manners to stare?"

His lips lift in a smile and his eyes once more meets mine with amusement. "That she didn't. I haven't seen her since birth."

That statement causes my glare to soften and my lips part in sympathy. "I... That was rude of me I didn't –"

"Couldn't have known," he says with a dismissive wave as he brings the fluke of champagne in his left hand to his lips. "It's okay Ms..."

"Christina... Christina Hase," I introduce myself, extending a hand. "And you are?"

After taking a sip of his drink, he shakes my hand. "Giovanni Ferrez. It's a pleasure to meet you Ms Hase."

"Christina is fine," I smile, pulling my hand away as he holds it a little too long for my taste.

"And likewise for me, Christina."

I nod, moving my attention to the string of laughter that explodes from the group of women metres from us and I spot my sister grinning ear to ear as a blonde whispers something in her ear.

"Bride or Groom?"

"Bride," I reply instantly before looking back at Giovanni. "You?"

"A little of both," he shrugs. "I work with both Goldman and Authoró."

I nod in understanding. "What exactly do you do?"

"Well, I'm big in transportation," he states with a comical smile. "I'm like the Hermes of business. You need a shipment sent I'm the man you'll seek for the most discrete and fastest delivery."

I hum in reply. I look him over as he places one hand in his pocket and sips the champagne. He looks no older than Johnattan's age and no younger than mine.

"Family business?" I ask.

"No," he replies abruptly. "All mine."

So young yet so successful and he did it on his own. It's admirable

"That's impressive," I state with a smile.

He eyes me from the corners of his eyes quizzically and as he finishes his drink he starts to ask his own set of questions.

"So how do you know the bride?"

I contemplate telling him the truth then I shrugged and said what the hell. It's not like it was some big secret. "I'm her sister."

He raises a brow, looking over at her then me sceptically before voicing his confusion. "You look nothing alike."

"We're half-sisters," I clarified.

"Father's side I'm presuming."

"Yup," I say dismissively.

I can hear the clogs in his head turning from here and I sigh, knowing I've just opened a can of worms.

His eye brows bunch up in confusion. "So why are you Hase if you're an Au–"

"Personal choice," I snap. I am not an Authoró and I never want to be grouped with those people.

"I'm sorry if I over stepped," I hear him say apologetically from beside me and I nod, turning towards him.

"It's okay," I say with a tight smile.

Can't hold it over him after all he couldn't have known...

"Babe?" Johnattan says as he emerges behind me and I spin around with a smile.

"Lover," I grin, looking up at him, happy to have him back.

His eyes however, aren't on me they are behind me staring intently on the man behind me. Uh-oh? Is that jealous I see?

"Who's he?" Johnattan asks finally looking down at me but his tense posture doesn't ease. Yup, my man has a bad case of the jellies.

Better put his mind as ease.

"This is Giovanni Ferrez," I state as I gesture to the blonde Adonis to my left. "Giovanni, this is the boyfriend I've been telling you about–" I say ensuring I put emphasis on the last sentence.

"Johnattan Blake," Johnattan's voice is now deeper, huskier and dare I say threatening as he eyes the other man. Now, I'm just amused.

"Blake as in the Blakes?" Giovanni asks and Johnattan nods. "You've got quite a catch here Christina."

"That I do," I smile as his eyes stare into mine.

"Nice to meet you Johnattan," Giovanni says with a smile, holding out his hand which Johnattan shakes stiffly.

There's a glint in Giovanni's eyes when he pulls away and my stomach flops at that look. It's anything but amusing, it's calculative, devious and scheming, a look I've seen on my dear father too many times not to recognize. There's something brewing in Giovanni's head and I don't think it's anything good.

"–been taking about you nonstop. Congrats on becoming a father, how far along is she?" I catch Giovanni say as my mind drifts back to reality and I now notice that Johnattan has a protective and possessive hand around my waist.

"Thank you," Johnattan says tensely. I can tell he doesn't like Giovanni. "Five and a half months."

"Wow, really? Her stomach's a bit um... big for such an early stage isn't it?" He asks cautiously as Johnattan glares. I don't really blame him though, he just called me fat.

"We're having twins," I say, proudly as I grab Johnattan's free hand and kiss it affectionately.

He looks down at me with a smile before pecking my forehead and from the corner of my eyes Giovanni rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably.

"Congrats again," he suddenly says and we look over to him. He looks like he wants to be anywhere but here right now.

"Well, I think it's time I take my leave. Christina," he says taking my free hand, planting a kiss. I smile politely.

"Johnattan," he says straightening up, giving him a nod of acknowledgement and with that he disappears into the crowd.

Strange...

"I leave you for a few minutes and you're already attracting men..." Johnattan asks as he slowly turns me to face him. "Wasn't planting my seed in you a clear sign to say you're taken?"

"Apparently not," I grin as I place my hands on this thick, broad shoulders.

"How about this..." he starts to say as he cups my cheek. "We tattoo Property of Johnattan Blake on your forehead?" I stale face him.

"Arm?"

I glare.

"Neck..." my eyes widen at the audacity. "Come on babe..."

"One, I'm not an object of possession and two, if you can't trust me to state the fact that I'm claimed I might start seeking another claimant."

Johnattan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise before a charming, daring smile takes over his lips.

By now we are full on swaying in the privacy of the corner to the instrumental of Celine Dion's If you asked me to. The people around us either drift to the floor to dance or drink, eat and converse.

"We both know you wouldn't leave me mi diosa," he says confidently.

"Wouldn't I?" I ask curiously.

"You wouldn't," he replies steadily.

"And why wouldn't I?"

At this he smiles and spins me.

"Because no one can love you like I do," he states as his thumb gently strokes my cheek.

"No one can touch you like I do," his fingers teasingly skims my exposed back and my stomach knots as my body hums.

"No one can make you feel like I do," he pulls me towards him abruptly and I gasp in delight and shock.

"And no one can kiss you like I do," with that he dips me slightly and I chuckle flinging my head back.

He pinches my chin and I look up at him those dazzling blue eyes captivating me. He slowly leads forward and our lips meet in a sensual kiss that warms my entire body. My hands grip his shoulders tightly, pulling him closer and he smirks against my lips before pulling away and pecking my forehead.

Okay, I cave we both know he's right.

He straightens us, resting his hands on my hips and dazzling smiles stay plastered on our face. I wrap my arms around his neck and continue to sway ignoring the people around us, getting lost in each other...

"Um, perdóneme... Here's your non-alcoholic drink señor."

We turn to face the waitress as her soft voice cuts through our blissful trance. Johnattan releases me to take the drink telling her thank you while I just stare at her in surprise.

"Iris?" I ask with wide eyes and the Hispanic woman stares at me with furrowed brows.

The waitress, Iris, is a short, curvy, Latin American woman with jade green eyes and jet black hair. She wears a red and black pants suit garment with a name tag and her hair is in a neat bun top her head. She has wrinkles on her face and she looks like she wants to be anywhere but here...

Johnattan stands to the side, drink in hand watching us confusingly as we converse.

"Do I know you señora?" she asks a bit confused herself and a smile spreads across my face at the mere sight of her.

"Iris, es Christina," I say excitedly but the waitress shakes her head.

"Lo siento señora pero no te conoco," she states attempting to walk away.

Anxiously, I push the mask to the top of my head and stare at her.

"Iris, it's me your little Belle," I say with a small smile. Our eyes meet, hazel to jade and I look at her hopeful, wishing she will remember me, recognize me.

Her eyes squint as she observes my features and as my eyes become glossy and I frown, her eyes glisten in recognition.

"Belle," she asks not believing her eyes.

"Si tía Iris. Es tu Belle," I say as tears threaten to fall.

Without hesitation she pushes the tray in her hand to Johnattan who catches it before it falls and embraces me, tears streaming down her face.

She pulls away looking at me with joyful eyes and her thumb reaches up to wipe away stray tears.

"No llores, mi Belle bonita. You'll ruining your beautiful makeup," she says cupping my face.

"Oh, Aunty Iris. I haven't seen you since mommy passed away," I state grasping her arms.

"I was pregnant mi princesa. I was on leave and when I came back they said you went to stay with Alexis. I waited for you but you never came back to the house."

"I just couldn't stay there, it reminded me too much of mom," I reply and she nods understandingly.

"You look so beautiful Belle y estas teniendo una bebe... ¡Que fantastico!"

"Gemelos, tía... Estoy tendiendo gemelos..."

"En serio? ¡Felicidades!" she exclaims with wide eyes.

"Thank you," I say sweetly.

"So where's the baby daddy?" she asks excitedly. "I want to meet him!"

"Estoy aqui," Johnattan says and Iris looks at him with embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, señor," she says taking the tray from him. "It's just that it's been a while since I've seen my little Belle."

Johnattan nods in understand, coming to stand next to me and handing me my drink.

"Anyways, it's nice to meet you Ms Iris," Johnattan says extending his hand towards my nanny.

Iris Gonzalez, had been looking after me since my first birthday. Father had decided that mom needed a pair of extra hands and hired her. She was like my best friend, when mom or father couldn't make it to my art club exhibitions or school plays, she was there cheering me on. She was even the one that taught me Spanish.

She's like an aunt to me and well, I was always her little Belle.

Aunty Iris takes Johnattan's hand and shakes it excitedly for the next ten minutes we converse and catch up on each other's life. Naturally, I didn't tell her everything right away. As our time comes to a close, Iris gives me her number and urges me to stay in touch.

"I know you're not telling me everything Belle, so when you're ready call and we'll talk," she states caressing my arms.

I close my eyes, breathing deeply before looking at my nanny and embracing her once more.

"I will tía," I reply and she nods before bidding us farewell and returning to her station.

"She's nice and cheerful," Johnattan says as he spins me to face him.

I nod. "She's like family to me. She was always there for me when I was growing up and she and mom were the best of friends. She was the best nanny a girl could want."

"Well, I hope to see her again soon. You looked so happy seeing her and I love to see that," he states leaning forward to rub our noses together before kissing me sweetly.

I giggle, wrapping my arms around his waist and deepening the kiss to which Johnattan happily obliges. His fingers trace my tattoo between my shoulder blades and a pleasant shiver passes through my body. His other hand slowly slips to my waist and abruptly I gasp as it drops down to grab my butt.

I pull away smacking his shoulder and he laughs boyishly.

"That was inappropriate!" I whisper-yell.

"That felt fucking good and plus no one saw," he states between laughter and I fume.

I hit him upside the head and he stares at me shocked. "Language!"

Understanding flickers in his eyes and he sobers up before taking me in his arms and pecking my temple. He caresses my stomach whispering sorry to the babies before kissing all over my face. I roll my eyes at his actions before an involuntary grin slides onto my face and I meet one of his pecks halfway.

"All better?" he asks hopefully.

I sigh in defeat and shrug. "All bett–"

"Christina?"

Abruptly, I drift my gaze to side and the air slips from my longs as Rudana's eyes stare at me unbelievingly.

Her dark green eyes skim my body landing on my stomach and disbelief and envy flickers in her eyes. They then move to the man beside me in appreciation before drifting to our entwined hands and turning into disbelief once more.

She looks up at me once more with hostility, hurt, sadness and rage coursing through her body before sucking it up and placing a tight smile on her lips.

"Hello sister."  

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