Cora and Carolina were the sole daughters of their parents. Carolina Elliott found herself in a marriage with a wealthy man in the bustling city, while Cora Brown resided in the peaceful village, living under the same roof as their parents. Despite being a graduate, Cora struggled to find a good job in the village.
Cora excitedly dialed Carolina's number, eager to share her plans of moving to the city in search of better job opportunities. She couldn't wait to leave behind their dull village and embark on a new adventure.
"Sister, I'm really eager to join you in the city and pursue better job opportunities," Cora expressed over the phone to Carolina. In response, Carolina calmly replied, "Sure, I'll need to discuss it with Martin before making any decisions."
"Okay, Big sis, goodbye," Cora replied, and the phone call finally ended.
Cora and Carolina had similar fair complexions, but there were a few differences between them. Carolina was 24 years old, while Cora was 22 years old and had a slimmer figure.
Carolina found herself with no choice but to have a conversation with her husband, Martin Elliott.
Martin Elliott has a rich complexion and is 34 years old. His eyes are a striking shade of deep blue, complemented by a neatly trimmed mustache and beard. As the CEO of Elliott Hotel and Suites, he also holds ownership in several other prestigious companies within the state.
Martin had the pleasure of meeting Carolina at his hotel while she was attending her dear friend's birthday celebration. Carolina was 22 years old when he met her and fell in love with her. He casually approached her as she sat alone in the lounge, sipping on her fruit juice. With a friendly smile, he asked, "Hey, would you like some fruit juice?"
Carolina blushed as she looked up at the tall, handsome man standing in front of her. He was well-dressed in a sleek black suit, exuding confidence.
Her eyes locked with his, a moment of intense connection. Then, he took a seat next to her on the couch and mustered up the courage to share his true feelings: "I have feelings for you, Miss. Could you kindly provide me with your name?
"Hmm." Carolina was taken aback by Martin's striking appearance, as he wasted no time in inquiring about her name and phone number. Without hesitation, she willingly shared her phone number with him, assuming he had a genuine interest in keeping it. He appeared significantly older than her to be called her boyfriend, and she had never been in a relationship before.
Carolina is in for a surprise when Martin invites her to his house. As she steps inside, her jaw drops at the sight of his opulent mansion. Little did she know, Martin is not just an ordinary man - he is a billionaire and the true owner of Elliott Groups. She had assumed he was a staff member there.
Martin wasted no time and went down on one knee to propose to Carolina, who was standing in his living room. He got down on one knee and looked into her eyes, his heart pounding with anticipation. "Carolina Brown," he said, his voice filled with hope, "Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Carolina was still adjusting to the reality that Martin held significant power, while she came from a humble background. Despite being aware of Martin's genuine affection and concern for her. As she observed him patiently kneeling on the tiled floor, eagerly awaiting her response, she found herself with no choice but to utter the words, "Yes, I will marry you."
In the present moment, Carolina found herself engaged in conversation with Martin in the comfort of their bedroom. She remained seated on the bed, having recently awakened from her slumber.
"Darling, I have an exciting idea," Carolina said, still in her long white nightgown, and sitting on the bed. "I want to travel back to the village tomorrow and bring Cora to come live with us here."
Friday morning had arrived. Martin stood there, towel in hand, drying off his body after a refreshing bath.
A frown creased his face as he found the idea of Carolina bringing her younger sister, Cora, to live with them in his mansion rather unappealing.
He recalled encountering Cora during his visit to Carolina's village to partake in their traditional marriage ceremony. Then he encountered Cora, who was a stark contrast to Carolina.
He chose not to spend the night in Carolina's parents' humble village home, opting instead to marry Carolina and depart with her the next day to the city. Having spent a night at a hotel in the village, it became clear to him that Cora was a rather unscrupulous young woman, and he had no desire to have someone of her nature in his home. However, she remains his wife's sole sibling.
"Darling, I find it quite fascinating that right after our wedding, your mind is set on bringing your beloved sister from your village to live with us, instead of immediately starting a family." "No, babe," Martin said, his voice filled with resistance, as he continued to dry his wet body with a white towel in his hand.
"Why, babe?" What is your objection to having Cora live with us here in the city? Could it be due to the absence of siblings in your life? Carolina inquired with a frown, yet she couldn't help but notice the fleeting expression of hurt that crossed her husband's eyes. Surprisingly, despite his parents being billionaires, he had no siblings. He is their sole offspring.
Martin furrowed his brow and swiftly secured his towel around his waist. He made his way to the wardrobe, retrieving his sleek black suit, ready for another day at the office.
Carolina, overcome with a sense of unease, rose from the bed and made her way towards her husband.
Martin remained quiet as he retrieved his black suit, while Carolina tenderly embraced him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She then apologized to him, saying, "I'm sorry, babe. I apologize for my actions.
"Hmm," Martin stayed silent as Carolina came to the realization that her words may not have been the best choice. His parents showed kindness and support, even in the face of her heartbreaking experiences with multiple miscarriages.
"I'm sorry, my love, but I can't abandon Cora, my only sister, to suffer in the village." "Please, when she can find a good job here in the city," Carolina pleaded, holding onto Martin's waist tightly from behind.
He towered over her, his height far surpassing her own.
Martin let out a deep sigh before reluctantly turning to face his wife. He could sense his excitement building as she enveloped him in a warm embrace, causing his body to go from cold to hot in an instant.
He asked Carolina, "Is everything alright, babe?" I have no objections to you bringing your sister here, but I just want to ensure that nothing comes between us or affects your relationship with her.
"Nothing will," Carolina reassured him, and Martin finally agreed, as he deeply cherished his wife. He replied, "Alright, you may go to the village tomorrow and bring Cora back with you on Sunday. I just don't want you to spend too much time there." I can't bear to spend a single day here without you by my side.
Martin gently kissed Carolina on her forehead and then on her lips, tenderly carrying her in his arms as he led her to their shared bed. With a loving gesture, he removed his white towel and joined her, creating an intimate moment filled with passion and tenderness.
On that delightful Saturday morning, Carolina embarked on her journey to her beloved village, just as she had planned with her husband. She donned a milk-colored long gown and paired it with sleek black shoes, all after indulging in a refreshing bath and pampering her body with cream.
Martin is also present, dressed in a sleek black suit with a stylish red sleeve shirt peeking out, and polished black shoes. He leads Carolina outside to their garage, where an impressive collection of luxury cars is parked.
Martin took a moment to address Mark, Carolina's trusted driver and bodyguard.
"Make sure you drive safely and bring my wife here with her sister tomorrow, safe and sound," Martin requested.
"Certainly, boss, I'll take care of it," Mark responded obediently. He was a fair-skinned individual, donning a light blue shirt and black trousers, complemented by his polished black shoes. He patiently stood next to the sleek black SUV, biding his time.
Martin embraced Carolina once more, capturing her lips in a fervent yet fleeting kiss, before graciously opening the car door for her.
He assisted Carolina in getting into the backseat of the car, bidding her farewell with a heartfelt, "Goodbye, my love. I will miss you dearly."
"I will too, take care," Carolina responded, and Martin gently closed the door and stepped aside, as Mark settled into the driver's seat and smoothly drove the car towards Carolina's village.
