Adrian shut the heavy oak door to his office with a bang; the sound reverberated in the room. He frowned more as he ran a hand through his thick black hair, still thinking about the meeting he had just left. His jaw was tense as he walked to his desk, the heels of his shiny shoes clicking sharply on the floor.
"Adrian," a familiar voice said, bringing him out of his reverie. His grandmother's attorney, Tiller, stood by the window, his dark suit impeccable. Beside him, Marcus, Adrian's best friend and COO, leaned back casually against the armrest of one of the soft chairs, looking careful.
"What is it now, Tiller?" Adrian asked sharply as he sat down in his chair. His fingers began drumming on the wooden desk, evidence that he was impatient. "I thought we wrapped up my grandmother's estate months ago."
Tiller, adjusting his glasses, stepped closer, carrying a nice leather briefcase. "Ordinarily, we would be, but something has risen that requires your prompt attention."
Adrian raised an eyebrow. "What is that?"
Tiller opened the briefcase carefully and withdrew a sheaf of papers. He laid them on Adrian's desk pointedly. "An inheritance clause," he said, his voice even but firm. "It was in your grandmother's original will, but it didn't take effect until now.".
Adrian glanced over at Marcus. His friend's eyebrows were squished together, and he was sitting up a little straighter than usual. He turned back to Tiller and leaned forward. "What sort of clause?"
Tiller cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. "To continue being the CEO of Sterling Industries, you'll have to be married three months from the date today and stay married for at least two years."
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the distant hum of cars outside. Adrian looked over at Tiller, his lips compressed into a thin line.
“You’re joking,” he finally said, though his tone suggested he knew otherwise.
" I assure you, Mr. Sterling, I am not," Tiller said, unruffled. He indicated the papers. "The bylaws are very specific here. If you fail to obey them, your stock and officer position will pass on to the next fitting family member."
Adrian's jaw clenched. "She's always been up to something, hasn't she?" he muttered, his voice low. "Even from beyond the grave.".
Marcus let out a low whistle. "Your grandmother always did know how to keep things interesting."
"Interesting is not the word I would use.” Adrian snapped. He picked up the papers and read them, his frown getting worse with each paragraph. "Why would she do this? She knew I did not want to settle down any time soon.
Tiller gave a small smile. "Maybe she thought it was best for the company—and you."
Adrian's lips were tight. He threw the papers back on the desk and leaned back in his chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Thank you, Tiller. You can leave now."
The lawyer nodded. "Of course. Please let me know what you decide to do next."
When Tiller left, Marcus stood up straight, his sharp blue eyes on Adrian. "So," he said, crossing his arms, "what are you going to do?"
Adrian blew out a fast breath and rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know yet."
“Well, you’ve got three months to figure it out,” Marcus said, his tone laced with both concern and amusement. “That’s not a lot of time to find a wife. Especially one willing to sign up for a two-year contract.”
Adrian threw him a pointed look. "I don't need your observations, Marcus.".
Marcus raised his hands as if giving up. “I’m just saying. This isn’t really your strong suit.”
Adrian waved him off. “I’ll handle it. You’re dismissed.”
Marcus paused, his mouth opened as if to argue, but he changed his mind. He shook his head a little and walked to the door. “Good luck, man. You’re going to need it.”
The door closed behind him, and Adrian was left alone in the large office. He got up and began to pace back and forth with his hands deep in his pockets. The gravity of the situation weighed very heavily upon him.
Marry within three months. Stay married for two years.
The thought churned in his mind like a storm. How in the world was he to find a wife on such short notice? He wasn't the kind of man who dated casually, let alone fell into an arrangement as serious as marriage. The women he had been with in the past were fleeting at best—none of them the type to agree to this arrangement.
The intercom on his desk gave a sharp buzz, truncating his meandering thoughts. He rose and thumbed the button. "What is it, Owen?"
"Samuel Winters is on the phone," his secretary said, courteous but stern. "Should I connect him?"
Adrian frowned, his eyebrows coming together. Samuel Winters? The name sounded familiar, yet he did not expect to hear it today. "Yes. Connect him."
The phone rang a short while later, and Adrian picked it up. "Adrian Sterling."
“Adrian,” Samuel’s voice drawled on the other end, smooth and slightly mocking. “I trust I’m not interrupting anything too pressing.”
Adrian's lips moved in annoyance. Samuel was a shady businessman, always mixing in charm with being rude. "What do you want, Winters?"
“I heard about your problem,” Samuel said, clearly amused. “You’re in quite a tough spot, I must say.”
Adrian tensed up. "How do you know about that?"
"News travels fast," Samuel said breezily. "Particularly when it's about someone like you. You know how much the corporate world loves to gossip."
Adrian ground his teeth together. "If you called to gloat, I'm hanging up."
“Relax,” Samuel said with a gloating chuckle. “I’m calling to offer a solution.”
Adrian narrowed his eyes. "I don't want your solution."
"Don't be in such a hurry to get rid of me.”.Samuel said. “You're going to have to get married, aren't you? And I know someone who will be a perfect match."
Adrian stopped and grabbed hold of the receiver tightly. "What do you mean?"
Samuel was speaking in a devious tone. "Let's just say it could help both of us. I'll send you the details. Think about it." Before Adrian could respond, the line went dead.
He slowly lowered the receiver, his mind racing. Samuel Winters didn't do anything without an ulterior motive. Whatever he was offering would come with strings attached.
This room was my safe haven, the only sanctuary in this big house where I found even a shred of peace. I sat cross-legged on the floor beside Mom's bed, moving chess pieces across the board I'd set up on the small table. Playing against myself wasn't as dull as it sounded-it just gave me something to focus on besides the quiet beeping of machines that kept my mother alive.Soft music flowed from the speaker; Sinatra's voice filled the dead air, low and smooth in his croon. The sound of my voice came as a whisper: "Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars…"I looked at Mom, very still, pale, and serene in her features. "You always loved this song," I whispered, as if she were listening. "Remember? You used to hum it as you cooked breakfast."There was no answer. Never would there be an answer. Still, I continued talking, as if she may just respond. That way, it wasn't so hard to accept her silence.I moved another chess piece, then sat back, looking at the board. "I think white'
I wasn't able to sleep last night. Every time I would close my eyes, all I could see was his face: Samuel-cold, smug, making his demands from me. The sheets were wrapped around me from all the tossing and turning, like the heavy weight of my thoughts. How could this be happening? How had everything gone so wrong?The hours ticked by until finally morning light filtered through the curtains. I didn't feel rested. I didn't feel anything but that overwhelming knot in my stomach. I did need to get up, though. I needed to make myself do it. Samuel had made it crystal clear that today wasn't optional.I shuffled downstairs for breakfast, a cloud of depression hanging over me. Samuel was in the dining room; his usual smugness was replaced by an almost unsettling cheerfulness. It was as though pawning me off to some stranger for marriage was the highlight of his day.'Well, aren't you in a good mood? ' I thought bitterly, still picking at my food which I tried to force down. He was awfully jo
I felt the blood rise to my cheeks as Adrian's lips curled in a slight sneer in greeting. A simple "Hi." That's all I could get out-pathetic, even to my ears. Why couldn't I have been poised, collected? I didn't know this man, and yet somehow, I felt that with one greeting, I'd already let him down, myself down. And, well, a part of me wanted to say sorry for the awkwardness I couldn't shake, but I didn't. I took another step back, eyes flashing to the floor, hoping he didn't see how badly my hands shook.Samuel, blind to my discomfort or just enjoying it, smacked Adrian on the back and hustled him inside. His jovial tone sliced through the tension like a knife, and I followed behind, silently cursing myself for not being able to pull myself together. The living room stretched out before me, sterile and empty-the space feeling larger and colder than I remembered. The smell of freshly brewed coffee was hanging in the air, but it didn't help smooth my nerves. Nothing would now.I sat do
I stood up and walked out of the living room with the urge to cry, but I couldn't. I went to mum's room and knelt beside her, grasping her palms; they were so worn out. A gazed intensely at her face as the tears began to flow freely with reckless abandon.“Mum” I spoke but in whispers, my voice failed.I sniffed before continuing.“The worst has happened. Samuel has done his worst. He sold me out of marriage to some billionaire today and in a few weeks, I will be taken away. How more devastating can my life be?”Just as expected, there was a dead silence when I finished talking. I maintained my position with tears still streaming down.Suddenly, the door flung open revealing Samuel; he had returned from seeing Adrian off. He leaned on the door frame staring at mum and I with contempt, his grey eyes piercing through me.“Thank your stars you didn't ruin the meeting with your lack of composure”. He said with a voice laced with anger.I tried to avoid his gaze, fixing my eyes on Mum's bo
After taking a warm bath because it was a cold morning, I was confused about what to wear for the interview. Should I look professional or casual? I finally resolved to look in between professional and casual.Dressed in a blue knee length gown, I went out of my room and headed downstairs but I stopped abruptly midway. I had to see my mother first, I hadn't spoken to her throughout yesterday.I turned around and headed for her room, turning the door knob clockwise to open the door. I saw a medical attendant trying to inject a yellowish substance into the drip bag. She was startled immediately when she noticed my presence, our eyes met and she was visibly shaken.“Good morning ma”. She said in shutters.“Did I scare you in any way”. I asked with furrowed brows.“No ma, I thought it was Mr. Samuel”. She quickly responded.“Very well then, please continue with what you were doing”. I said, rolling my eyes.Samuel had somehow inflicted his workers with fear, at the sight of him they tremb
It was Samuel I bumped into. Our eyes met and I quickly looked away. I staggered to avoid falling while trying to hide the keys.“What the hell were you doing in my room, you fool?” Samuel yelled, making me fidget.I ransacked my brain for a befitting answer but it seemed my IQ was failing. I started stammering inaudibly, hoping I would form the right words to tell him but it seemed his patience was running out.“Did you suddenly turn deaf or dumb?” He yelled again.I took a step backwards as cold shivers ran down my spine. I gulped hard trying so much to avoid Samuels gaze, I could hear my heart pounding against my chest. I feigned clearing my throat in a quest to gather composure before I finally spoke.“I am sorry. I was looking for you, so I thought you were inside. Since I called your name and there was no response I decided to go in”.I prayed silently that Samuel believed the lie. He gave me a cold and intense stare and mumbled.“Just ever try to play games with me, else you wi
After two hours of working on my face, the makeup artists stepped aside to allow me look at myself through the mirror in front of me. I gasped for breath as I admired the masterpiece crafted on my face. Who would ever believe I was this beautiful?I wore my wedding gown and went out of the house. Samuel was standing outside with a devilish grin. He gestured to me to get into the car while he sat in the front passenger seat.“Are we supposed to ride together?” I asked with furrowed brows.“Are you going to decide that or do you have anything up your sleeves?” He replied giving me a cold stare.The drive to the event center was quiet and cold. We soon arrived at the venue and I alighted almost immediately. I looked around for nothing exactly.“Go and meet Adrian at once”. Samuel commanded, making me jerk.The bridesmaids approached me immediately and held the hem of my gown. I was about to leave when he called me back.“You had better behaved yourself”. He muttered.The large hall was f
The man left without me. How on earth did he expect me to find my way around this huge house? I went back into my room and shut the door behind me, then a thought crossed my mind; maybe the house isn't that complicated and surely I'll meet some maids and workers on my way, I'll ask them for directions.I opened the door again and stepped outside the room, shutting it slowly behind me. I started walking with cautious steps admiring the hallways, the artwork on the walls, the sculptures, the paintings, everything just seemed to catch my attention. Adrian sure had a taste for luxury, we once lived like this until Samuel cameras into the picture and ruined everything with his reckless way of selling properties.Suddenly, I realized I have been walking around the house for the past 30 minutes without getting to my destination. I also realized that I didn't even pass by a single maid or worker throughout this futile walk. I summoned courage and started again, guessing my way through every j
Adrian's voice came like thunder over the phone, and a cold shiver ran down William's spine as he had never before heard Adrian speak with such urgency and emotion.Adrian was a man known for his tough exterior, his business acumen, and his strict demeanor. Yet, when it came to his wife, Jenny, he was a different person altogether. He had human feelings for her, feelings that he rarely showed to anyone else.William was scared; he heard the running heartbeat of his heart as he listened to Adrian's angry voice. He knew he had to do something quickly to cool off Adrian's anger and get the doctor to attend to Jenny.Immediately, he sprang from his seat and scurried to the doctor's office, his legs moving with swiftness down the hall to try to soothe Adrian's temper.He was now at the doctor's, and Mr. William delicately knocked on the door as his knuckles kissed the wood softly."Come in," a voice called from behind the door in a meek manner. The door cracked, and William slid into the
Adrian paced around his office, the soles of his shoes echoing from the walls-a rhythmic accompaniment to turbulent thoughts.He paced around, looking into the floor as though he was looking for some sort of misplaced treasure.His face furrowed: his brow did show worry and concern. He was tormented by uncertainty over what would next happen, with his mind consumed by the fear of Mr. Shanks' response.The memory of Jenny's collapse in front of Mr. Shanks' investors was fresh within his mind, the shame and embarrassment still burning within him. Adrian boiled in anger and frustration as his mind went to the words of Mr. Shanks:"I don't pay my workers well.”He slammed his hand onto the table. The sound resonated through the room, like the cracking of thunder. Books that lay upon the table tumbled to the floor, their pages fluttering open like wounded birds.Adrian's face twisted in agony and he screamed, his voice a raw and primeval shriek. "No………!" he yelled, his hands tearing at his
"No, sir, please don't go!" Mr. Adrian pleaded as he tried to stop investors from storming out of the company in a fit of anger."Let's talk about this; there must be a way we can resolve our differences.""I don't think so," one of the investors turned and said. "I think you don't pay your manager well, that's why she couldn't even answer our questions.""Why do you say that?" Adrian asked as he tried to defend Jenny."I say that because the lady who slumped looks stressed, that's the reason she slumped," the investor added. "We will send you our response soon," Mr Shank said as he and his core investors left the company.The voices of the investors made Mr. Williams run out from the other office to the conference room to see what was happening. "I! I!" Williams shouted, running to the lifeless body of Jenny, slumped to the floor, her body limp and her face pale."Ahh, no! What's happened to her?" Williams exclaimed, shaking me gently. "Wake up! please wake up!"But I didn't respond
We got into the car and zoomed off to the Adrian company. I was feeling a little bit anxious.Finally, we got to the company, the name of the company welcome us and the beautiful environment was wowMr. Williams, the manager who had been shaking under pressure; quickly handed him all the necessary files. With a great deal of confidence, he showed the people present in the room.I was so confident that Adrian was taken aback, and soon found himself stealing glances at him as he flipped through the pages of the document."Good morning sir," the cleaner said, breaking the spell. "Mr. Jude, our client, is here to see you.""Alright, I'll be there in a minute," Adrian replied, adjusting his clothes. He looked at me and then the other remaining six workers and sighed."I want this client to invest in our company," he said to me."I, please, I would be happy if you make us proud. I know you haven't done this before, but I just believe in you," Mr. Williams said, desperation and hope so thick
No sooner had the words escaped my lips than Helen's eyes had widened in alarm and she let out a loud shout, but I was quick to react. I swiftly clamped my hand over her mouth, my fingers pressing gently against her lips to silence her. "Why are you shouting?" I asked her in a low, urgent voice, looking around the room nervously, fearful that Julian might have heard her cry out.Helen's eyes darted back and forth, her face pale with fear, as she whispered, "He will catch me, ma." Her voice was trembling, and I could feel the depth of her anxiety. I took a deep breath and, as reassuring as possible, my voice calm and soothing, told her, "No, he won't. Just do it, and be unnoticeable," I urged, my eyes locked on hers.Apprehension clouded her gaze; she was terrified that her ruse would be discovered. I knew by now that I really had to get her on my side. My knees nearly grazing the floor, I stepped closer, speaking in a begging, urgent voice:"Please, Helen, I beg of you. I need to kno
And as I sat, lost in my thoughts, came Adrian's soft voice to pierce my fog."Sit, my love." But I didn't utter a word, my mind still wandering to some far-off place, engrossed in the thoughts that had occupied me all day.Adrian's voice came again this time louder, more insistent, "Sit, babe." The sound of his voice was like a summer's breeze-soft and soothing but it was enough to bring me back to reality."Hmm, I breathed in immediately," I said, my voice a little shaky, as I slowly came back to the present."Sorry, I was lost in thought," I apologized, and my eyes found Adrian's concerned face across the table. A look of worry marked his features, and a pang of guilt pinched in my chest as I looked at him for the first time. The scent of the food wafted up to me: savory, full, and growling my stomach with anticipation.Today's dinner was a light, elegant rice flour and chicken soup. What astonished me most was the way it had been presented: freshly arranged with a handful of color
While reassurance on my part was due, it would not go away, and a shadow of skepticism and doubt remained in Adrian's eyes. But I knew I needed to reassure him and he had to believe that I meant to help him."Serious, Adrian," I said, the conviction laced deep in my voice as I reached out and laid my fingers on his shoulders. My fingers came into contact with his skin, and the tension in his body started to dissipate.Adrian's face slowly broke into a smile, crinkles forming around his eyes as he stared at me. But then his face turned curious, his eyebrows arching upwards in a questioning curve."But how will you do it?" he wondered, his voice full of wonder, eyes wide with curiosity. I smiled again, and excitement and anticipation started building up in me."Don't worry, I will do wonders," I said confidently, looking right into Adrian's eyes.He was still in shock, his eyes wide with wonder, trying to digest the fact that I was offering to help him. I decided to change the subject a
Adrian and I walked down the hall side by side; our footsteps echoed in a slow, mannered tempo that almost seemed to coordinate with the beating of my heart.We walked in silence, the only sound being the soft rustle of our clothes and the creaking of the floorboards beneath our feet. Finally, we reached the door to our room, and Adrian pushed it open, gesturing for me to enter.As I was about to step inside, my eyes automatically fell on the two maids standing in the corner, speaking in hushed tones and whispering to each other. I knew beyond any doubt that they spoke of Adrian and me, their eyes darting toward us with curiosity and suspicion. But I wasn't scared, not in the least. After all, Adrian and I were married, and we had nothing to hide.We closed the door behind us, and Adrian and I sat down on the bed, the soft mattress wrapping us in its comfort. Adrian turned to me, his eyes locked onto mine, and in a romantic tone of voice, he asked,"How are you?" he said, and his word
And then, as if the dam had finally burst, I began to cry, great racking sobs that seemed to shake my very foundations, as if I were letting all the built-up emotions inside me go.And the tears just kept on coming. I wailed, my voice ringing out in the empty space, a pitiful, anguished sound, as if something was being ripped from the very soul itself.The hot, salty tears rolled down my cheeks like a river breaking its banks: unstoppable, relentless. I had lain on the floor, crying and weeping; my body was shaking with sobs, like the accumulated pressure of emotions finally found a way to break loose.Lying here, I felt as though I'd been plunged deep into an ocean of despair, with no life preserver to cling to. Then, somewhere in the depth of me, something seemed to turn over-a determined ember that refused to be doused."It's all right, Jenny," I said to myself, my voice no more than a soft, quiet whisper, as I stood up slowly, my legs shaking right beneath me. "You will be fine."