Accidental Surprises

by Tia Wylder

  When Gianna saw the designer’s name on the box, she gasped. Not wanting to waste another second, I dropped down to one knee and pulled a red leather ring box out of my pocket.

  “Gianna DiFaba, I love you,” I said fiercely, taking Gianna’s hand to my mouth and kissing it. “And if you’ll have me, I’ll be the happiest man on this planet.”

  Gianna looked dumbstruck. “Barnes…we’re already married,” she said in a quiet hush. “What is this?”

  “We may be married,” I said, opening the box and letting the large, four-carat diamond sparkle in the sunlight. “But we never had a real wedding. I know you, Gianna. I know how much you like the spotlight. I know you weren’t happy with our wedding, so I wanted you to have the wedding of your dreams. Look outside.” I pointed to the window overlooking the backyard.

  But Gianna didn’t move. She stayed frozen in place, looking up at me with doe eyes. As I watched her face, her eyes filled with tears.

  “Oh, Barnes,” Gianna said in a soft voice. “I can’t believe it!” She dropped to her knees and threw her arms around me, almost knocking the ring box out of my hand. When our lips met in a perfect gesture of passion and love, Gianna moaned softly. She pressed her body against mine, and I wrapped my arms around my waist, pulling her close.

  “I love you,” Gianna said breathlessly as she pulled away. “I missed you so much.”

  By now, she was full on sobbing. She buried her head in my neck, and I stroked her hair. When I took Gianna’s left hand in mine and slipped the ring onto her finger, she gasped. “It’s so beautiful,” Gianna said.

  I smirked. “You’d better stop crying now,” I said. “Or else you’re going to look puffy in the wedding pictures.”

  Gianna smiled. She wiped her cheeks and got to her feet, glancing over at the dress box on the bed. “May I?”

  I nodded.

  Gianna walked over to the bed and opened the box, revealing a beautiful, off-the-shoulder ivory silk gown that I’d picked for her. Still sniffling, she held it up to her frame.

  “There’s a seamstress here if you need any quick alterations,” I said. “But I think it should fit perfectly.”

  Gianna let the dress fall back onto its bed of tissue paper. She bit her lip as she looked at me, then glanced down at her ring.

  “Barnes…why did you do all of this?” Gianna asked softly. “Why were you so determined to get back together with me?”

  “Because you’re the love of my life,” I said truthfully. “You’re the only woman for me, and I know it. There’s no one else I’d rather be with. Just you, Gianna.”

  Gianna came to me and kissed me. She reached for my hands and squeezed, nibbling on my lower lip as our kiss grew more intense. Lust flowed through my body, and it took every inch of caution I had not to throw her right on top of that dress box and make love to her right there.

  “The wedding,” I whispered in a low voice as I pulled away. “You have to get ready.”

  A large smile spread across Gianna’s face. “I guess I do,” she said happily. “I guess I do.”

  Epilogue

  Gianna – Three Years Later

  “And that’s a wrap!” My director, Harris, yelled loudly. “Great job, everybody!”

  The cast and crew burst into applause, turning to me and blowing kisses. I flushed as I waved at all of them.

  “This isn’t just about me,” I said with a touch of self-consciousness. “It’s about all of you!”

  My co-star, Linda, came up to me and laughed. “No way,” she said. “Gianna, if it hadn’t been for you, this picture never would’ve been made.”

  Harris nodded. “She’s right,” he said. “I never would’ve gotten funding for this if you hadn’t agreed to work on the project.”

  I glowed with pride. “That means the world to me, really,” I said. “But it was such a rewarding experience.”

  Harris laughed. “And maybe next time, I can make your pay grade,” he said, shaking his head.

  “But for now, I guess you’re going back to those big pictures, huh?”

  I shrugged and blushed. “I don’t know, honestly,” I said. “This was a lot more fun than working on some big-budget action picture. I really feel like we’re all a family, just from working together.”

  Harris grinned. “I’ll quote you on that when you refuse me next time,” he said drily.

  In the dressing room, I changed quickly into the gown I’d had my agent send over. The shooting for the indie film I’d just wrapped had taken a lot longer than I’d expected, and now I didn’t even have time to go home and greet Barnes before heading to Hollywood’s biggest award ceremony, the Film Board Awards. My agent had sent a perfect dress – eggplant-colored silk that clung to my slender frame and made my pale skin look rosy against the copper of my hair. Two assistants helped me with the gown, and I twisted my hair into a low chignon before grabbing my clutch and walking out to the waiting limousine.

  To my surprise, the back door opened and Barnes grinned at me from the inside. “I thought you might like a drink on the way to the awards,” he said with a smirk. There were two flutes of French champagne in his hand, and he passed one over. We clinked glasses and then drank.

  “I can’t believe my wife is going to be an award winner,” Barnes said. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I doubt it,” I said. “Jenny Brigham is going to win. Everyone loved her performance in that movie about the teacher who works with those poor kids.”

  Barnes laughed. “That picture was a blatant grab for an award,” he said. “And it might win the best picture, but you’re going to win best actress.”

  I flushed. “Coming from you, that means a lot,” I said softly.

  In the three years that had passed since our second wedding, Barnes and I had really come into our own as Hollywood stars. He’d become one of the most successful directors in California, after directing a trilogy of romantic-drama films that had set a huge trend in filmmaking. And not to brag, I hadn’t done too poorly, either. After six months of working on Heaven Cove, I’d been picked up by a major studio and asked to star in a romantic comedy. That had been the most fun I’d ever had, and I’d gotten on so well with the director that he’d asked me to come back for two sequels. Tonight, I was up for a different award – my role starring as a single mother in a movie about what it really means to have a community around children. Personally, I’d found working on the picture to be pretty dull, but as Barnes would say, it had been total award-bait, and I knew that even if I didn’t wind the Film Board award, I’d still receive a lot of varied offers when it came to my next project.

  The Film Board Awards were being held at a beautiful hotel in downtown Los Angeles. As our limo waited in queue for the red carpet, I reached over and squeezed Barnes’s hand.

  “I love you,” I said breathlessly.

  “Nervous?” Barnes raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have anything to worry about, Gianna. You’re going to win by a landslide.”

  I flushed. “I hope so,” I said. “I really do.”

  Barnes chuckled. “We’ve really made it,” he said in a low voice. He leaned over and kissed me.

  “And I couldn’t be prouder. You make me so happy.”

  “You make me happy, too,” I said. “I never thought I could be so happy.”

  Our limo inched forward, and I looked out the window, hoping that we were next in line.

  “Have you heard from your parents?”

  I wrinkled my nose. “No,” I said. “But I did hear from Diane – she’s in college now, in Vermont. She’s really happy.”

  Barnes nodded. “Good,” he said. “When she’s done, maybe she can come out here like she always wanted.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I love Diane, but she’s turned into a totally different person,” I replied. “If she came out here, she’d never shut up about how we’re all capitalist pigs who love material possessions and money and killing the envi
ronment.”

  Barnes laughed. “Sounds like she’s really come into her own, then,” he replied.

  I nodded. “Oh, she definitely has,” I said. “Trust me on that.”

  Our limo rolled to a stop, and the doors were flung open by smiling young men in tuxedos. I didn’t even have to fake a smile – I was so excited and happy that I grinned on my own as I climbed out of the limo, waving to my screaming fans. Barnes followed right behind with his hand in mine. As we walked inside, I felt a huge rush of nervousness wash over me. An usher showed us to our seats, and I looked around the arena, awe-struck. This wasn’t my first time at an awards ceremony, but it was my first time as a nominee, and I couldn’t believe how much different it felt. I felt like instead of being one of the crowd, I was finally one of the special people – one of the people whom everyone admires and envies.

  But deep down, I knew that wasn’t because of my looks, or even my acting abilities.

  It was because of the wonderful man at my side, who loved me unconditionally.

  When the awards started, I leaned back in my seat and waited anxiously. They went through a whole slew of winners before getting to the acting awards, and it was almost three hours later that I began to tense up once again.

  When Tony Romero, a famous singer, stepped on stage, I knew the time had come. He grinned as he walked over to the podium.

  “Tonight, I’m here to announce the Film Board Award’s Best Actress,” he said, mugging into the microphone with a bright white smile. “And while it was tough – very tough – the board had a clear winner.”

  Barnes reached for my hand and squeezed. “This is it,” he whispered into my ear. “This is your moment!”

  “The winner of this year’s Film Board Best Actress goes to…Gianna DiFaba!”

  For a moment, I felt as if my heart had stopped. Then Barnes yanked my hand and grinned. Mechanically, I got out of my seat and walked on stage. Tony shook my hand, then leaned in to kiss my cheek as he handed me the small golden trophy.

  “I’d like to thank so many people,” I said. “Everyone who has helped me – and everyone who has tolerated my primadonna behavior!”

  The audience laughed.

  “But most of all, I’d like to thank my husband, Barnes Harrington,” I said. “Because without him, I never could have done it. I feel like the happiest woman in the world.”

  The audience clapped and cheered.

  “And it’s with mixed feelings that I announce my intent to retire from the screen, just for a while,” I said, staring right at Barnes and smiling. “Because I’d like to start a family with my husband, and I want to make sure that our children grow up with a loving mother who is always there.”

  Barnes’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious?” He mouthed towards me.

  I grinned and nodded, not wanting to let the audience in on our private moment. Warmth spread through my body. Finally, a family with Barnes! I thought happily. I couldn’t wait to get back to my seat to kiss my husband…and to talk about potential baby names.

  “Yes,” I said into the microphone as the crowd – and Barnes – went wild. “I am a truly, truly blessed woman.”

  As the crowd applauded me off stage, I knew that I’d finally found my perfect fairy-tale prince.

  The End

  Beautiful Revenge

  PROLOGUE

  A heart monitor beeped mournfully across from me as I watched, helpless, while my sister’s life slipped away. Nurses had come and gone, and a doctor had given me the, “it’s out of our hands now” speech hours before. So, the only thing left to do was sit quietly, holding Josie’s hand, and wonder where the hell everything had gone so wrong.

  I had been sitting in my studio apartment, studying for a Criminal Law exam, when my cell phone rang, startling me. It was two in the morning, and no one ever called me this late. I was in my second year of law school, and everyone who knew me knew better than to bother me while I was studying. But I didn’t recognize the number, so I answered, half-asleep and immersed in a world of sentencing hearings and mens rea.

  “Is this Ava Webber?” a gruff voice croaked out on the other end of the line.

  “It is.”

  “Miss Webber, this is Sergeant Johnson of the LAPD. I’m sorry about the late hour, but I’m afraid I need you to come to the hospital at once.”

  I didn’t process anything he was saying. I was too tired, and somehow, I wasn’t convinced the conversation we were having was real. “What? Why would I come to the hospital? Who is this again?”

  “Sergeant Al Johnson of Los Angeles Police Department. Miss Webber, your sister Josie has been in a terrible accident, and you are listed as her emergency contact. It is imperative that you come to the emergency room at Cedars-Sinai immediately. I will be waiting for you to discuss things further when you arrive.”

  And with that, he hung up, and I sat in my desk chair, not processing what I had just been told. My sister Josie was my only family; our parents had died when I was just a teenager, and Josie had taken care of me until I turned eighteen. Since I left for college, and then law school, we hadn’t seen each other as much as I would have liked, but she would always call me when something was wrong. The idea that she was hurt… and scared… alone in the hospital?

  I left my books and any thought of my test the next day and sped over to the hospital in my run-down old hatchback. As soon as I got to the hospital, an older, distinguished man in a gray suit walked up to me when he heard my name.

  “Miss Webber?”

  I nodded, a sick feeling building in my stomach.

  “I’m Sergeant Johnson. Miss Webber, about four hours ago, your sister Josie was spotted driving erratically in the Hollywood Hills. A witness reported seeing her take one of the curves at around 70 mph, and her car flipped off the side of the road and into the canyon. Her car was wedged between a pair of trees and some rocks, and it took the rescue team considerable time to extract her. You will have to get an update on her condition from her doctor, but it doesn’t look good. I’m sorry, Ava.”

  The world started to spin around me, and the Sergeant caught me before I could hit the floor. It took another hour before they would let me see Josie, and when they did, I thought I might pass out for real. She was barely breathing, her chest only rising and falling intermittently. Her face looked like she’d gone ten rounds with a prize fighter, and her arms were both secured in traction because it appeared they’d decided to cast her in her current state was premature. The only reason I didn’t burst into tears right away was that I was afraid Josie might hear me.

  Hours passed until I could see the sun coming up through a tiny window in the back of Josie’s room. I felt my starting to doze off when a groan brought me back to consciousness. One of Josie’s eyes was open, looking around the room in a panic. When it rested on me, she seemed to calm for a second. I jumped up from my seat.

  “Jo? Honey? Can you hear me? You were in an accident. Can you speak? Can you tell me what happened?”

  She groaned again but took a deep breath. “Ava… He cheated on me. I loved him, and he…”

  I got closer to her and tried to make sense of what she said. “Who cheated on you, honey? What are you talking about?”

  “My boyfriend,” she whispered. “Zachary Graham. He cheated on me. He broke… my heart.”

  Her eye closed again, and she let out a long sigh. Suddenly, the heart monitor stopped beeping and switched to a high-pitched squeal, which brought nurses and doctors running from all directions. A nurse shoved me out of the room and slammed a door in my face. All I could do was watching, powerlessly, as my sister’s heart stopped beating for good.

  At that moment, I had no idea who Zachary Graham was, but one thing was for sure…

  He was going to pay for what he did to my sister.

  Chapter One

  Six Months Later

  A meticulously-dressed receptionist watches me suspiciously as I re-organize my application packet for the thousandth tim
e. I am sitting in the lobby of Harper, Graham, and Graham, the premiere entertainment law firm in Los Angeles. Thanks to my straight A’s and two years’ worth of pro-bono work, I had easily gotten to the final stage of summer intern interviews. What no one at the law firm knew was that I wasn’t really here for the experience of working for an entertainment lawyer. My plan was to get out of school and go to work for a non-profit, make a difference in the world. No; I am here because this is the law firm where Zachary Graham is a partner, and I am planning to get revenge for what he did to Josie.