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 jolly and paid me no mind. I had to wait till he was done to leave the table-a rule he imposed shortly after Mom's accident.
The bitterness was welling up in me, and I had to bite my tongue so as not to say anything that could make everything more worse than it already was.
I wanted to snap back at him, tell him how I felt about all of this, but I didn't. It wouldn't change a thing, so what was the use? I had no choice in the matter. I just had to go through it.
After what felt like years, he was done. I came upstairs after breakfast feeling like I was walking to my execution. I locked the bathroom door behind me, almost desperate for the privacy of a moment where I could pretend this wasn't happening.
I stood before the mirror, staring at myself for a long moment. What had happened to me? This was me, that girl who used to have dreams and plans, that girl who fought for all things. And now, I was about to be sold off like some commodity. I barely recognized the woman staring back at me anymore. I shaved and plucked what felt like every inch of my body. I bathed in the lukewarm water, scrubbing away the grime of my unease and fear. Then, slowly, I applied very light makeup, just enough to make my face appear fresh and natural. The hair was curled, the soft waves falling about my shoulders. I chose a classy yet simple dress, falling just below my knees in a soft cream color.
I paired this with ballet flats, not wanting to seem too formal or overdone.
I took a step back to view myself, barely recognizing the person staring back at me. My face was pale; my eyes dull from the sleepless night. I blinked away, fighting the tears ready to spill over. I forced myself to do this. I had no other choice.
I turned away from the mirror and strode downstairs; with every step, the echo sounded way too loud in the stillness of the house. I longed for someone-anyone-standing beside me. Yet, I was all alone in this one moment that was to change my life. I pinched myself, reminding myself why I was doing this.
Samuel was standing in the hall when I reached the bottom of the stairs. His eyes scanned me up and down; his gaze was colder than usual yet somehow still approving. He looked pleased, as if he got exactly what he wanted. "You look. presentable," he said with a voice that barely masked the smugness. "Now, remember-just smile and look like you're happy. Don't embarrass me."
I nodded numbly, my hands shaking. A car pulled into the driveway, and my heart almost stopped beating. I felt the weight of my own dread dragging me down. Samuel noticed my reaction and grinned.
"Your new husband is here," he said with his voice thick with satisfaction.
The door opened, and the sound of footsteps echoed from the entryway. My breath caught in my throat, and I froze.
I knew he was here. I knew this was happening. But seeing him—seeing him—in person, was something else entirely. The man who entered was imposing. Tall—way taller than Samuel at least—easily standing at 6'5 with a build that commanded attention. He wore a tailored suit that fit him perfectly, the dark fabric bringing out his broad shoulders. Black hair, lightly gelled and styled neatly to give him an air of refinement, but there was something more beneath it.
Authority radiated off of him, like he didn't just belong in a room, but that he owned it.
But it wasn't his appearance that bothered me. It was his eyes. Silver. Cold. Like mirrors, reflecting nothing but power and control. His eyes immediately searched out mine, and I froze, feeling like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes unreadable.
He turned next to Samuel, who puffed out his chest and straightened his posture, pleased with himself. Samuel extended a smug-smiling hand. "Adrian Sterling," he said, pride oozing from his voice. "This is the girl who will be your wife. Jenny. She is my lovely stepdaughter."
The man,Adrian, looked down at Samuel's hand for just a brief second, took it in a firm shake. The grip was cold, professional, but there was nothing warm in it. No trace of familiarity, no kindness. All business.
"Samuel Winters," he said, his voice deep and smooth, but it carried an edge. It wasn't a greeting; it was a statement. This man wasn't here to make friends.
He turned back to me then, his eyes assessing, cold, calculating. "So, you're the wife I'm to marry?" he asked, and his tone was so flat, it was as if he really did not care about my answer. Samuel chuckled and pushed me forward; I almost stumbled. "Yes, she is. Say hello to your husband, Jenny."
Sweating, panicked, I opened my mouth and squeaked, "H-Hi.”
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
I wanted to give it another try but my phone battery was low and I needed to charge it. After plugging it into the socket. I went back to bed and laid down, praying silently for Mom. Soon, the warm hands of sleep pulled me out of reality.I did not wake up until the next morning and when I finally did, I felt a little bit lighter. I felt renewed with a familiar surge of energy within. I stepped out of the room walking with cautious steps. I carefully selected the turns I took carefully and to my greatest surprise, I found myself in the living room. Of course I am a fast learner.I was still in the living room when a maid called out.“Ma'am, breakfast is served”. Her voice was soft and homely.“Where's Adrian”. I asked, ignoring the heads-up.“He left very early this morning ma'am”. She replied.“Okay”. I muttered walking out of the sitting room.“Ma’am, how about breakfast?” The maid screamed behind me.“I'll be with you shortly”. I replied.The fact that Adrian was out made my joy kn
The blaring horn made the maid quickly scamper to her duty post, I had to check if that was Adrian. I took cautious steps walking slowly to the living room window through which you can view the gate.The car drove in and from the reckless driving, I knew it was Adrian. My heart suddenly began to race; I tried so hard to control myself, but the more I tried the more nervous I got.I was still at the window when Adrian alighted from the car with his suitcase and headed for the main entrance. I contemplated what to do. “Should I wait for him here and stop him immediately when he steps in?” I murmured. “No! I'm not bold enough to do that” I shrugged, discarding the thought instantly.Before I could come up with a better idea, the main entrance door flung open making my heart skip a beat. Adrian walked in and headed for his room at once without even noticing me.I heaved a sigh of relief. It then dawned on me that I was scared of Adrian, I hated myself for that. But fear will do nothing bu
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."