Two ways

"Sara's point of view,"

"I don't know what to do, Neil, because that man is quite dangerous."

Caressing my hair, he said to me, "Don't worry unnecessarily; everything will be fine."

"But what if he tells everyone my real identity?"

"Sara, you're overthinking things; nothing of this will happen."

"He won't be able to blackmail me like that after we're married."

"I'm sorry, love, but I have to leave for my internship in Germany this evening, and while I'm sad to leave you, I promise that as soon as I return from Germany, we will get married."

"But what if he reveals my true identity to everyone?"

"Relax and don't give it too much thought." After giving me a forehead kiss, he left, leaving me all by myself.

Neil has not met that man, which is why he is taking his words casually.

But I saw in his eyes that he would do everything to appease his particular stubbornness.

What happens if everyone finds out my secret?

I don't ever want to sleep on the streets or spend days without food. My mother's condition will worsen if I don't deposit the money at the hospital soon. I can't marry that man because I love Neil.

The electricity in my apartment was abruptly turned off at 10:00 p.m.

How could this have happened when I paid the electric bill last month? I saw that everyone else's homes had electricity when I stepped out of my flat.

Has Aron Fringe been behind this? No, why would he turn off the electricity to my house?

I'm probably thinking too much about this matter.

I retrieved a candle from my bedside drawer and lit it.

My heart rate raced as I heard the phone ring; after all, why was I getting a call from the hospital at this hour? God, take care of my mom's life. Taking a deep breath, I answered the phone.

"Miss Grace, we shall stop your mother's treatment if the money needed for it is not deposited by 9:00 a.m. tomorrow."

Oh, terrible! It seems my worst fears have come true.

Without a doubt, Aron Fringe is the one who did all of this.

"Miss Grace, were you thinking of me?"My phone displayed an unfamiliar number, and as soon as I answered the call, Aron Fringe's sinister voice filled my ears.

"Why are you doing this?"

"You are well aware of what I want from you."

"No, I won't get married to you at any cost."

"Okay, then don't hold me accountable for anything that occurs in the future because, Miss Sara Grace, you are accountable for anything that occurs right now." Before I could say anything, he disconnected the call again.

This man is extremely stubborn and dominant.

But what will he do next?

Will he publicly divulge my true identity?

Oh no, he did as I anticipated.

He put my picture on my author page and included my phone number in the author's information section. In a short period, my phone began to get several obscene messages from unknown numbers. Although the hair in my profile photo hides my face, you can still tell who I am if you know me. It flooded my phone with calls and messages.

I'm at a loss for what to do next.

The sound of my house's doorbell made me feel even more worried.

Who would meet me at that hour of the night? I was wondering if Aron Fringe had added my current residence to my profile.

I looked at my author profile right away. He hasn't yet revealed my home address, Thank God.

But who is knocking on the door at such a late hour? I moved cautiously and unlocked the home's main entrance.

"Miss Grace, I have sold this building, and the new owner has asked that you vacate the apartment by tomorrow at 9 a.m., or else they will file a police report against you."

"What?" I can't believe the landlord came to tell me this news so late at night.

Aron Fringe is unquestionably the one doing all of this. He intends to forcefully marry me using his resources and influence, but I won't allow him to accomplish his goals.

I tried calling Neil to tell him what was going on, but his phone was off. I ought to speak with Neil's father; he will undoubtedly assist me.

"Please help me, Uncle."

"Sara, I have learned the truth about you, and you had better stop bothering my son since I have arranged his marriage elsewhere, so please don't call this number again."

"What?" The ground shifted beneath my feet after listening to Neil's father. Neil has already set the date for his wedding, but he never told me about it. Suddenly, I found it difficult to breathe, and my world began to whirl rapidly around me.

My phone rang, and upon opening my eyes and taking in my surroundings, I realized it was morning.

"Get up, Miss Grace; no one sleeps that long, not even on their wedding day." The sound of his dreadful voice made me realize how helpless I was.

I don't want to marry him, but I have no other choice at this point.

By agreeing to his terms, I can still stay out of this trouble.

"My driver is here to take you up, Miss Grace, so quit being a slacker and open your door right away." I opened my door right away, and a man was standing in front of me wearing a white uniform.

"There are only 20 minutes left until nine in the morning."

Now, what do I do?

Right now, I'm faced with a choice between returning to my old, troubled existence and marrying Aron on his terms.

But I don't even love him; how can I marry him?

I love Neil so much. However, Neil is preparing to marry another woman. No, this can not happen. Neil loves me and will only marry me, so his father is undoubtedly lying. I should speak with Neil before drawing any conclusions. I tried calling him, but his phone is still off.

I had to decide right now because I don't have much time. On my phone, I keep getting calls from the hospital. Outside my apartment, my landlord is waiting for me. I continue to receive messages on my phone from many unknown numbers.

"Miss Grace, There is only 1 hour and 10 minutes until 10 o'clock." My phone rang with that devil's call again.

"I hate you, Aron Fring." I couldn't contain my frustration and anger.

"Miss Grace, please arrive for church promptly at 10:00 and keep in mind that I hate to be kept waiting." Over and over, his assured voice urged me to give in to his terms.

Time was ticking down to nine, and I had to decide quickly which of the two options was best. Every choice I've ever made was based on how I felt at the moment, but this time, I had to make a rational choice rather than one based on my feelings.

I changed my clothes and signaled to his driver to leave for church.