“Me,” I said, and he looked at me for a while before bursting into laughter.“You? You’ve been a housewife your whole life. What in the world do you know about management of such a very big and luxurious company like that?” he said. And I took a little bit of offense, but I didn’t let it get to me, because he obviously didn’t know.He mostly didn’t know who exactly I was and what I was capable of doing. So I smirked and told him, “I am very much capable of being a manager and I can prove it,” I said, and he chuckled lightly.“Really? How? Tell me. In fact, show me,” he said.I took in a deep breath and let it out. “First of all, I cannot show you until you’ve given me a chance. Now let’s strike a deal. I will work as a manager or personal assistant for you for just one week and watch how many sales I mount in that one week. And once I’m done with that, if you are impressed, then you’re going to raise me to the very senior manager in the entire company. And if you’re not impressed, the
I stared at the documents in disbelief, feeling a surge of emotions. They resembled the exact same documents the old lady had given me back then when I was in school, only that these were the real ones. The ones I had were counterfeits, and they were useless. But these… these were the keys to a fortune worth billions of dollars.“What? This is impossible. How could you? Why did you hide this from me? All this while? Where were you when I needed you the most?” I exclaimed, clutching the folder to my chest.He smiled sadly and shrugged. “It was all part of a plan to make sure that you didn’t mess up. Thankfully you didn’t do anything rash with the fake documents, but here are the real ones and you can have them,” he said.He gestured to the folder with more papers inside. They were certificates of ownership, bank statements, patents, and other legal documents that proved that I was the sole heir of a fortune that belonged to our late father, who was a genius inventor and a ruthless bus
“No, no, no, no. You’re not barren.” He shook his head emphatically, his eyes wide with concern. “You are very much able to give birth to kids. But what I’m saying is if you should get pregnant, you have a high chance of dying during labor.” He lowered his voice, as if he was afraid someone might overhear him.I felt a surge of disbelief and despair as he said that. It was very hard for me to take in and I didn’t know why everything that was happening in my life was happening in my life. It was like a legit movie at that time. A horror movie.So I swallowed my saliva and took in a deep breath and asked him again.“Could you please repeat what you said?” I asked him, hoping he would say something different. “You said I can’t have kids, but if I should go into labor, I have a high chance of dying. How do you know that when I haven’t even had kids for the first time?” I asked him curiously, but also desperately. I felt like everyone was lying to me. Everyone was lying to me. I wanted the
I didn’t really care that much about her and my husband. I was going to divorce him anyway, but it was going to hurt my ego. However, I wanted the surrogacy so bad, I had to agree.“Okay, fine,” I said after a minute of silence and deep contemplation. I felt a pang of resentment as I looked at her smug face.“Okay. That’s agreed,” she said and made to leave. She seemed eager to get out of my sight, as if she couldn’t stand being in the same room with me.“No! Wait,” I said because I had a very brilliant idea that could work out for both of us.“I will allow this condition under one condition,” I said looking her in the eyes. She scoffed.“Oh please! You don’t counter a condition with a condition,” she said and a smirk played on my face.“I can,” I said naughtily. “Then I don’t want to hear it,” she said stubbornly as she made to walk away.“Okay it’s more of like a plea. Please,” I pleaded with her and she stopped and turned. She had a wicked smirk on her face. “What is it?” She asked
“Honey, you left our car in the hands of strangers,” he said and I nodded.“I know. Relax. Nothing will happen to the car,” I said, dismissing him because I didn’t want further questions.“I hope not,” he remarked and I swallowed hard. Speaking of that lie, I really had to get people who would wash off that diesel smell from my car so I would pick it up when they were done.“Thank you for cooking today, baby,” I said, hugging him from behind. He was wearing an apron and he looked very adorable when he cooked, but that didn’t mean he was a bad cook. He was actually a very good cook.“Oh, it’s no problem, my love. I just thought to treat my wife to a special meal today,” he said, flipping an egg with a spatula while I massaged his muscles. They were huge and round and I loved to touch them.“I’ve missed these biceps!” I said slapping his arms lightly while he chuckled. “Is that a blush I see?” I asked teasingly because it was very amusing to me that he was blushing. The husband that I k
“Yes, I heard you.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “But why would he want to have dinner with us?” He asked again, sounding suspicious.I clenched my teeth and raised my voice. “I didn’t say he! I said they!” I yelled, frustrated. He was so slow and dense. He didn’t get the hint that I was trying to play mind games with him.He scoffed and shook his head. “It’s the same thing!” He yelled back, slamming his fist on the table. The plates and glasses rattled from the impact. “You are just impossible,” he muttered under his breath, but I heard him clearly.I glared at him and snapped. “Thank you for being quiet,” I said sarcastically. “He and his wife are inviting us for dinner. I made acquaintances with his wife earlier today and she sent me an invitation,” I explained.He looked at me in disbelief and disbelief. “So you want to take your husband to your little boyfriend’s house for dinner? Do you even hear how that sounds?” He said, incredulous.I felt a surge of anger and indignation. “It
She hesitated for a while, then nodded reluctantly. She handed me the papers that she claimed were DNA test results. I glanced at them and saw they had his name and the baby’s name on them.“Are you sure these are authentic?” I asked her, feeling a surge of anger and disbelief.“Of course they are. Why would I lie to you?” she said, trying to sound innocent.“Because you are a home wrecker who wants to ruin my marriage,” I snapped back.She flinched and looked away. I could see the guilt in her eyes, but also the defiance.I walked up to my room and found a DNA test kit I had bought long ago. I had planned to use it for fun, to see how much we matched as a couple. But now, it was a matter of life and death.I walked back to the living room with it and got swabs from the side of her cheek, the child’s cheek and my husband’s cheek.“Done. I will get back to you next week but in the meantime, please leave,” I said coldly, handing her back the papers and the baby.She stood up without hesi
“I know. But I’m really sorry you had to hear any of this. I…” he said and I hushed him.“You are sorry I had to hear this? Oh please. Spare me all of that,” I said brushing it off.“Initially, I didn’t want anything to ruin our day. Someone has come to but it’s nothing. We can still carry on like nothing happened,” I said to him and I saw a look of relief on his face. I wasn’t ready to banter words with him and besides, I was already in a very good mood till that woman came in to my home uninvited.“Really?” He asked with a bright face and a bright smile, showing off his beautiful dentition.“Yes really. You are very lucky I’m in a good mood today,” I said to him and he smiled and took my hand.“Thank you my queen,” he said kissing my hand and it felt like a fairy tale. He was actually so romantic, I had easily forgotten but he was trying to remind me.“It’s okay. Let’s go and finish breakfast and move on to the next duty of the day,” I said, walking back to the dining table while he