No Longer Fake

Archer's POV

I could see the surprised look on Mariela's face when we arrived at our estate, and I felt so glad my sweet little sister was there to make her feel comfortable. But still, I couldn't stop her from asking me so many questions. I am aware she was upset with me for I didn't tell her I am the only son of the Chocolate Magnate of the country, and not only that, my father ventures in a lot of businesses all over the country, including real estate and banking.

And Ella was right; I was expected to be my father's successor the moment he retired, so I took up a business course, even if it was against my will. I felt glad my parents were still out of town, and they would be home later tonight, and I still had enough time to show Mariela around.

"So, how am I going to meet your parents, Archer? And how do I conduct myself in front of them?" She asked, and I could see the worries on her face.