Chapter 25
Anthony POV
The elevator ride was quiet, deep in my thoughts as I tried to convince myself it was the only way. I felt my heart tore apart when Megan left me there, I took a deep breath, before entering the boardroom. Oh boy! Here we go...
Media houses, social media sites reporters, journalists, business day reporters, just naming a few but they were all here.
Megan was already standing at the podium, positioning the mic down to her mouth, I went ahead and quickly sat behind, along with my bodyguards and my lawyers,
"Good afternoon everyone, firstly let me introduce myself, my name is Megan Francis, many might already know me, but finally we are all gathered here today to find out the truth, Mr. Rhone and I aren't romantically invl..."
"Stop!", I found my self-standing, I can't let this happen, I will lose her, I love this woman and I won't allow it to happen, "stop Megan."
"RHONE...", one of my lawyer warned, but I didn't care.
As I removed the mic from the stand, Megan kept whispering to me,
"What are you doing? Rhone, what the fuck are you doing."
Her words slowed down, when she saw me one knee holding a 30-karat white gold up to her, paparazzi started to go crazy, camera flashes intensified, and loud chattering spread across the large room.
"Megan, you said we were here to reveal the truth right, well... let's do it, our way, the right way."
"Anthony what the fuck are you talking about", she asked so I explained.
"Ever since I saw you that night, I fell in love and I didn't know because I've never loved before, you weren't the reason behind Stevie and my cancellation of the engagement party, she repeatedly steals from me, and kept cheating on me, I had a PI follow her around, I confronted her the night of the party, I was the one who was to call it off at the very moment we got everyone's attention, I planned to ruin her, I wanted to hurt her, but then I saw you, the pure beauty, Megan Natalya Francis, my bouquet of lilies I honestly didn't plan to kiss you, but I was drawn to you, even now. So, you see meg, I've loved you ever since, you weren't the cause of my reputation, Stevie used that opportunity to slightly ruin me but at this point don't love you, only you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?"
She stood there froze, her hands covering her mouth, crying. I couldn't tell if it was tears of joy, anger, or hurt, being afraid of rejection I got up off my knee and she took the mic from my hands.
"Anthony Rhone, I have loved you since the day I walked into your office as a P.A, there wasn't a day that passed and I didn't think of you, but I wanted to keep things professional, and my conscience didn't allow me to, but in Paris, I fell for you, I fell hard. The man, who cooked for, bought a house because I was uncomfortable, the man who held my hand because I am afraid of heights, I fell in love with that man, and even returning home, you showed me nothing but coldness, I never stopped because I always have faith, each night I would pray, pray to god to make that Anthony in Paris to come back and stay with me, and even though you're a strange man, with unexplainable excuses, I love you, Anthony Rhone, I do...I will marry you."
I pulled her towards me, and I kissed her, not hungrily like would tear her pussy apart right now.... well, I would but I kissed her with love and compassion.
It was time for the question-and-answer segment, my lawyers weren't too happy, according to them Megan was fit to represent me publicly, and this would make headlines, I will be viewed as the bad person because I got engaged to two former best friends.
"Yes, you in the pink dress," I pointed to a lady, who seems as if she was a blogger.
"Thank you, Mr. Rhone, just to clear the air, is the engagement the confirmation that you two are together and not some publicity stunt?"
I took Megan's hand and stretched it towards the woman, immediately she pointed her camera to capture a close shot of the ring.
"Tell me, do I look like the type of person who would waste thirty minutes, to pick out a fifty-thousand-dollar ring? I decided to marry Megan on the way here, halfway through the journey I told my driver to spin the car around, if this was a stunt Megan could have picked the ring herself, I hope that answers your question."
She only nods.
"That's what he meant," Megan uttered.
"Who? What are talking about baby?"
"Mr. Blake, my driver, when you took the turnoff, I asked him, where were you going, and he said, he is gone be a man.... that’s what he meant! He knew you would have proposed.”
I was lost, I didn't understand
"Baby, who is Mr. Blake?”
"My driver, the old man, he is British, he has blue eyes, and mark right above his left..."
"Blue eyes?" I asked in disbelief, but that was impossible, she couldn't possibly know him, he hasn’t been a disturbance to me for almost five years.
"Yes, that's the one."
"Babe you're assigned driver is Jace, you remember Jace from Paris? But listen we will speak about this once we get back at the house okay?"
"Home," she muttered.
"What was that?" I asked her.
"We will discuss this once we get home."
A smile crept on my face, and I turned to the crowd once more to choose another person and that's when I saw her, her bob hair with a thin bang, cover her eyes like a sheep, dressed in dark shades and a black hoodie, that was her the woman who helped Darb escape, I shot up from my seat immediately, and she slowly lowered the glasses far enough for me to see her hazelnut eyes which pierced into my brown ones, she looked pissed, she flashed me a wicked smirk before she turned and left through the back exit, I didn't know who this woman was but she was brave to challenge me in my company but there was something about the way she stared at me, it felt— Familiar.