Chapter 8: She agreed.

“Hello, am I speaking to Mirable?”

Franklin’s voice formally came through the cell of a twenty-two year old girl. With shaky voice she replied.

“Y-yes, I’m Mirable”

“Congratulations, you’ve been hired for the secretary position. Starting Monday report to Maston Corp hundredth floor”

Her hands went over her mouth, shock and relief graced her expression but mostly gratitude. It took a second but she finally regained her composure and answered.

“Thank you-”

The sound of loud clashes of broken glass interrupted her. It was loud enough to even capture Franklin’s attention over the phone and before he could ask about the situation the call dropped.

Something felt terribly off and he wasn’t wrong for thinking that, because over there at Mirable’s house hell had set loose!

She didn’t know when the phone in her hands fell to the ground but she found herself in the kitchen dragging her father off her mom with all her might!

As usual, her feeble hands were no match for an aged man, just a brush of his shoulder tossed them off but he didn’t forget to land her a jaw-shifting slap that sent her frame crashing into the kitchen counter.

“Bastard child! You and your good for nothing mother will die by my hands today!”

His words followed screams of anguish as he lifted her figure with a fistful of her hair. The entire kitchen was a wreck, it didn’t look like much before because this abuse and mayhem was a frequent occurrence, still today it looked exceptionally worse!

“Let go of my daughter…you monster! Let her go!”

Mirable’s mother, a woman in her early forties managed to pick herself off the floor and push herself in between his manhandling but he used his free hand to push her so hard her head banged into the plate rack, sending all the utensils and ceramics down with a clash.

“Mom! Mom!! Mom!!!”

Mirable’s voice was climbing pitches on the realization that she wasn’t moving. From the distorted position she was, she couldn’t tell if her mom had passed out or worse, died!

She wasn’t moving, his tight grip on her head seemed to have no effect on her as her mind was tied to something else. In that moment of rage she took a deep bite into his arm causing the man she calls father to scream out in pain and toss her aside.

With hair covering most of her face she ran to her mother’s side and nudged her but she wasn’t bulging. Not a minute later she was pulled by the hair and received a heavy slap on her left cheek. She wasn’t given a second to breathe when he picked her up by the neck.

Strangling her as he said “Bastard child! Die! Die!!”

She choked harder and his grip only got tighter. He wasn’t going to stop until she was dead and that was exactly his intention!

“Stop! I will give you the money so just stop already! Leave Mirable alone!”

The woman who was supposedly unconscious had woken up, her words seemed to do the trick and he finally let go of Mirable’s throat leaving her to cough violently.

“I want it now!”

His eyes were red from whatever he had been smoking and Mirable’s mom went over to a hidden compartment and brought out her savings. He didn’t waste a second before snatching the entire envelop.

“Hehe! So you had this much and lied about it, huh? When I get back you’ll receive your punishment!”

While he spoke his eyes remained fixated on the money, he licked his lips to show his excitement for the gaming game he had ahead and before leaving he glanced at Mirable who was cuddled up beside her mother with her hands covering her neck.

“You got lucky today”

Immediately he left the sound of quiet sobs filled the kitchen.

“Mom it’s going to be fine, don’t cry, I’m here”

“You don’t understand, I’ve been saving that money for you. It’s all gone now, everything is gone”

She kept on sobbing while Mirable did what she was used to doing, comforting her mom after every encounter with the demon she calls a father.

“It’s really fine, I got a job”

With a bruised lip she forced a smile when their eyes connected. Disbelief was written all over her mother’s face.

“I’m serious, our lives are going to change. It’s a very high paying job, with just a month salary I can get us a new place. We don’t have to keep living with that beast anymore…my prayers worked mom, all the nights I spent in church weren’t wasted”

*******

“Boss, he’s in”

“Good”

Donn walked into the office where Jake was diligently waiting and of course the moment he sent eyes on him he stood and made a polite ninety degree bow.

“Thank you for having me, honestly I thought you wouldn’t agree, I know you’re a busy man”

Jake kept rambling on as he watched Donn walk over to his seat but no one would’ve guessed the thought going on in this stoic man’s mind!

All he could think of was ‘is this Rosella’s type of guy? Does she prefer them talkative?-’

“I’m sorry to bother you”

Jake’s voice broke his reverie, the guy really doesn’t stop talking!

“It’s like you said, I’m a busy man. Make the most of this meeting”

Jake got the memo and cleared his throat, hoping to hit the nail on the head.

“Actually I’ve come with a preposition, I’m in need of assistance. I got into trouble with a gang and as it stands you’re the only man who can help me”

Jake looked confident stating his proposal but what he didn’t realize is that he could’ve been dead seconds ago!

The words he said ever so casually had gotten many killed in the past, bold of him to come to the most powerful Mafia Don for help on such a topic! But Donovan didn’t say anything mostly because he wasn’t paying attention. He kept taking in his features and comparing them to his.

Jake had blonde hair which were nothing like his! He was a jet black haired man with bold sharp features while Jake had softer features, this fact made him appear innocent when he was nothing but a silent killer!

Still Donn couldn’t help wondering if Rose was attracted to such a man with softer facials and if he would’ve stand a chance with her.

Eventually he snapped out of the weird thoughts blurring his mind.

“What are you offering in return?”

Jake had been going on about his problems so the question took him by surprise.

“Oh, right. Well I saw the news that you need a surrogate and I want to solve that problem. I have someone I can give to you”

“Who?”

The air grew significantly tight in that moment but Jake had no idea as he reached for a photograph and placed it on the table.

“Her name is Rosella Beauregard, she meets all the criteria for a good Surrogate”

He kept on talking without reading the look on Donn’s face, to be honest his face hardly shows emotions but the aura emanating from him gave enough signal, yet Jake was blind to any of it. If anything he stared hopefully, waiting for a positive response.

A bitter smirk dragged Donn’s lips, the emotions he felt in that moment were complex, even him couldn’t decipher those feelings.

“Isn’t she your fiancée?”

The question hit Jake like a ton of bricks, he instantly paled, how embarrassing it must be to give away your fiancée right?!

Suddenly cold sweat broke from his forehead, he was left at a lose and said.

“Our engagement was placed on hold, also she agreed to be your surrogate”

His lies saved him because the look on Donn’s face changed from anger to amazement. He knew that she hated him and tagged him as her father’s murderer.

Hearing that she agreed somehow made joy fill his heart. If not for the presence of Jake he might’ve even smiled!

“She. Agreed?”

He slowly asked still uncertain about this revelation and Jake immediately answered.

“Yes, she agreed right away”

Their meeting ended in mutual understanding and Jake left but Donn couldn’t take his mind off the words.

‘She agreed?’ He would murmur to himself while alone in his office.

All of a sudden he was looking forward to the surrogacy, it didn’t seem like a bad idea anymore and most of all, he was excited that he would get to see her up close! And not from his car window from across the street where she worked!

‘This time he would actually see her and if he’s lucky, talk to her!’ These were the thought of the most powerful man everyone feared, the brutal and ruthless man had such outrageous thoughts plastered in his head.

No one would believe it, heck! Even the mere mention of it felt like a lie.