Because, I’ll fucking do it.
Madrid this time of year is particularly lovely. I’ve also heard wonderful things about Berlin culture, though I haven’t the slightest familiarity with the German language.
I take a gulp of the spirit swishing around in my glass.
Alright, Owen. Enough bullshit.
I know what I have to do. I don’t like it. Not one bit.
But it’s what’s best for everyone.
Mira and I are going to need to part ways and never acknowledge our attraction ever again.
I can’t let her lose her business. I can’t afford to lose my reputation. A fling with her wouldn’t outweigh the consequences, despite how fucking spectacular she is.
And I know deep down, she understands it too.
I take another sip of my drink, only to notice I’ve practically chugged it already. I set my rocks glass on the coffee table, prop my feet up on the couch, and lay my head back, letting my eyelids succumb to gravity and eventually close, pulling me into a deep, restful slumber.
THE CAPITALIST CHRONICLE
Drama and Diamonds: Behind the extravagant wedding of the now Mr. and Mrs. Westbrook
By Lis Langley
New York—No diamonds were left unpolished for the extravagant wedding this past Saturday at the Westbrook’s family estate. The venue was beautifully designed to shine light on the love between the newlyweds and the money they’ll soon share.
Dripping in silk and delicate lace, the ageless Carol Wilder walked down the aisle towards her dashing new husband, Carl Westbrook who was dressed in a tailored black tuxedo. Both appeared starry-eyed and lovestruck.
The guests complimented the stunning night, donning their finest white-tie formalwear—women in floor-length evening gowns and men in black tailcoats, each looking as if they were attending the Met Gala, not a backyard wedding.
But this was far from a simple backyard wedding. The lawn and gardens were impeccably kept, and they shined against the opulent, almost gaudy decor—deep red and white roses with glimmering Swarovski crystals. It screamed wealth and glamour.
Crystal chandeliers and porcelain china clinked and chimed in the air as the newlyweds entered their reception, which was held in their exquisite ballroom, and the live band and string quartet welcomed the lively guests to dance and mingle the night away. The night was fit for royalty, a suitable scene for the billionaire couple.
However, a source of mine witnessed a more scandalous version of the night. Like every other fairytale, there’s always another, perhaps darker side to the story.
Unbeknownst to the party-goers, the Mr. and Mrs. excused themselves to their wedding suite only to return red-faced and noticeably tense less than an hour later. Carol, with her arms glued to her chest, stormed away from Mr. Westbrook. Being the loyal and supportive husband, Carl trailed behind her with his head hanging low, looking very disheveled.
Soon after, Carl’s half-brother, Owen Westbrook, unexpectedly appeared from the same wing. He immediately left the estate without a second glance and was followed by an unknown and very attractive blonde.
One wonders: did the Bastard Billionaire and this mysterious blonde cause the appar
ent riff between the newlyweds?
Or are their sour faces due to the disappearance of Mira Wilder? Rumors have it that she left early without informing her mother, or anyone, of her departure. She was seen earlier in the night dancing with Owen, her now step-uncle, but vanished shortly after.
What would have caused the daughter of the bride—who outwardly supported the marriage—to leave the wedding so unexpectedly?
There is one person these two accounts have in common, and that’s Owen Westbrook. This reporter doesn’t want to jump to conclusions, but it’s hard not to point to and question the obvious.
Is Owen responsible for turning the blushing bride crimson and for the sudden disappearance of Mira? What did he do to cast such a dark shadow over the joyous occasion?
He is known for his scandalous reputation, after all. So perhaps it is his name and his salacious ways that are now causing a feud between the family so soon after the newlyweds exchanged their vows.
One certainly hopes not. But it does look like there’s more to the polish and decadence of Saturday’s nuptials than meets the eye. And I’m dedicated to finding out what’s boiling underneath the Wild West family’s sparkle.
Stay tuned as I’ll be working diligently to keep you, my dear readers, up-to-date on all things related to Owen, Mira, and the whole Wild West affair.