C4 Chapter 4

Andrews POV

I watched as Christiana swallowed the lump in her throat, her eyes closed as the skin between her brows creased. She gasped in shock, processing the new information I dropped on her. "So... why the hell didn't you...." She trailed off, getting lost in thought.

"Calm down babe, let me explain and then ask me questions after," I assured her. She nodded although it was because she had no option and waited for me to continue.

"I have an older sister who is one of the best fashion designers in America. All the designer dresses I gave you for your birthdays were from her line."

"I knew they were from her line but I never expected her to be your sister." she whispered. "Your sister is my idol, Estella Paige Power of Estyl Fashion World!" she exclaimed, her voice rang with admiration and confusion as she tried to take it all in.

I had never shown her Estella's picture before because Estella was really very popular and hiding my background was a big priority for me. I wanted a life without fame and cameras.

"How did I NOT notice that!?" She muttered. "Go on!" she stated. "Why... are you just telling me now Andrew?" She only calls my full name whenever she is upset. I sighed and began my lengthy confession.

"I've always hidden from the spotlight, that's why there's hardly any news about me. I hate it, I just wanted a normal, simple life, I've always had that. So I asked my parents if I could study in a different country. One where I wouldn't be recognized and could walk freely. And after some persuading, my parents accepted my request and I came here. And to top off my happy ending, I met the most amazing person in my life, you, Christiana."

Finishing with a hefty sigh, I turned to Christy. She stared at me with a solemn look. After we stared at each other in choking silence, I spoke in a shaky voice, "Say something please!" I begged.

"What do I say, Andrew? It's... a lot to take in." She replied, shaking her head. "Now that I know you are the son of a famous billionaire, how do you know things won't change between us?"

"No, never Christy! I will always love you and that won't change. I just need you to trust me." I said hoping my voice was assuring and convincing enough.

"What if your parents don't approve of me?" She asked me, her eyes never leaving mine.

"They will, my mom might have some objections, but she's never said no to me." I curled my index finger under her chin and lifted her head to look at me. Her watery eyes shone with worry and my heart clenched in sympathy. "Look at me Christy," I started. "I love you, you know that."

She sighed and her body relaxed in satisfaction. I leaned close and let our lips collide. Every time we kissed, I felt the sparks that flew when it was our first. Like a new sensation, when the reality was we've been in a relationship for four years. Her lips were so delicate, I bit her bottom lip begging for entrance which she allowed. She leaned in and wraps her hands around my neck.

Christiana's pov

The flight from Flughafen, Zürich to New York, took seven hours and forty-five minutes, it was a non-stop flight. Andy had given me the window seat, so I could see outside. It was my first time on a plane, and I was ecstatic it got to be on a private jet and so close to the love of my life.

But what he told me earlier still baffled me, knowing he is a billionaire's son is a lot to take in. His hand rested on top of mine while I looked out the window. Thousands of questions and doubts raced through my head while I gazed at the passing surroundings. I'm completely average. My father is a vegetable and fruit farmer and we resided around lake Zurich, while Andy's parents were billionaires; not just any but famous billionaire. What would they think of me? Would I be accepted?

"It's gonna be fine," Andy said as he caressed the back of my palm.

"We're here, sir." The driver said. Andy and I walked out of the limo, and I marveled at the building in front of me. Now, this was a one-of-a-kind mansion! It was like four buildings stuck together! In the middle of the courtyard sprayed a water fountain. There was a lavish garden with flowers of every kind, but what caught my attention was a brilliant red rose.

Wow! I've never seen anything like this, I thought.

As we walked towards the main door, the armed guards positioned in front of it nodded with reverence. Security was really tight here it seemed there wasn't a single corner that wasn't guarded. As soon as we reached the main door, two women dressed in corporate outfits greeted him and opened the door. Here, my worst or best nightmare begins.

"Wow!" I was star-stricken to silence. Damn it! this mansion looked like one of those Korean dramas. One with a big mansion that was surrounded by maids and guards.

The walls were painted white, and a chandelier hung gracefully on the ceiling. The elegant, curved stairways had no stains and maids were positioned at every corner. A long picture frame hung on the left side of the wall.

So this is the kind of life Andy lives. Why did he lie? Why did he pretend to be normal when he has such an amazing life?! As these questions consumed my thoughts, I failed to notice his family right in front of me.

"Christiana, meet my family." Andy introduced me. They all sat on their white, leather couch.

The oldest adults, probably in their early fifties, held a cup of a steamy substance in their hands. They must be Andy's parents, I've seen their picture before. Beside them on a separate couch were two young ladies. I recognized one as Estella and struggled to hold in my squeals of delight. And besides Estella rested Rachael.

His sisters are beautiful.

"Welcome to our humble home," Estella greeted, giving me a heartfelt hug. Someone pinch me already, Estella is hugging me. Omg!

"Thank you."

"Christiana, meet Estella, my older sister, and Rachael, the princess of the house." He introduced me. Rachael walked up and hugged me.

"You look so much prettier in person." Estella said and I blushed.

"Thanks," I replied with a smile.

"Meet my father." He said.

"Good evening sir." I greeted.

"Oh don't be so formal, call me Richard." He said and I felt a comfortable feeling in the pit of my belly.

"And this is my mom." While everyone else gave me a warm welcome, his mom's attitude was laced in dark ice. She didn't say hi, rather, she asked me a question that caught me off guard.

"What does your father do, miss?" She urged nonchalantly.