CHAPTER ONE.
It began as a whispering in the air, the rain. The day was beautiful and the sky was a dome of plasma blue, the clouds looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming disc of the sun.
A petite lady with long blonde hair and a face that looked like beauty itself looked out the hospital window in the reception hall, star struck by the beauty of nature. The sky darkened as she watched and soon the tapping on the window was heard and then it became a pitter patter.
People ran for cover outside and umbrellas were opened as the clouds spat out their beads of water. Puddles began forming as the rainfall became heavier. The Rain danced upon the roof of cars and she could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window. It sounded like the buzzing of angry bees.
“Ma’am you can come in now,” someone said from behind, tapping her on the shoulder softly. She turned with a tight smile.
"Thank you."
Clutching her bag, she followed the nurse into ward B.
"You have fifteen minutes, we don't want the patient to get emotionally stressed as that would be bad for her treatment," the nurse spoke once they got to the door.
"Of course, thank you." She entered the room.
“Oh Adrianna, you finally came,” her mum said with a wide smile as she spread her arms out wide for an embrace.
“Mum I have missed you,” she cried out, hugging her tightly.
“I have missed you too baby.”
“Tell me, how is your dad?” Linda asked with a soft smile as her daughter took a seat on the visitor's chair.
“He's fine... without you, he doesn’t even care if you are alive or dead, mum, if he found out I was here, he would be mad” Adriana replied, downcast.
“Mum you need to forget about dad, he doesn’t care about you, I mean, look what he did to you,” she said touching her legs.
Tears rolled down her mum’s eyes as she shut them. Adrianna's mum was one of those women who were victims of physical abuse, Adrianna's dad, Adam, treated her mum, Linda, like she was a toy with no feelings, he didn’t care about his actions as he had the money to sought himself out if need be. He had pushed Linda down the stairs during one of their fights which led to her being crippled as the bones in her legs were damaged badly, he didn’t even show sympathy or bother to take her to the hospital, instead, he left her on the floor crying and suffering the pain.
“Anna dear, you would not understand,” she said with a soft smile, cleaning her tears.
She put on a brave face, “So tell me, is he disturbing you with suitors?”Her mum asked.
Adrianna's face fell, “No mum, he hasn’t started harassing me with suitors yet,” she grumbled.
“I smell a lie,” her mum said chuckling.
“Mum!” She rolled her eyes, “Okay maybe he has introduced a few suitors but wasn’t adamant about me choosing them,” she gave in with a sigh, a frown on her face.
“You need to choose fast so he wouldn’t force you to marry a ruthless man like him,” Linda spoke, patting her child’s hair.
“So you know he is ruthless” Adrianna raised a brow, chuckling.
“Of course he is, you can’t deny the truth."
Linda stared at her daughter fondly.
"Why are you looking at me that way?" Adrianna grumbled, feeling uncomfortable with the strange stare.
"You must find a suitor for yourself, Anna. A rich suitor, a billionaire, one of high social standards, and good character so you can spare yourself a bad marriage. Your father will agree to it as far as he is well to do."
“Even if I don't love him?” Adrianna asked with a sad smile.
“We both know that your dad speaks only one language and that is money, every other thing is secondary, he could sell you off to a drug lord as long as there is a huge gain awaiting him, he doesn’t believe in the love language. I mean look at me dear, he doesn’t even care about me, to him I was just collateral damage,” Linda told her.
"I wish you ended up better," Adrianna sighed, "ended up with a better man."
"If I ended up with a better man, I wouldn't have given birth to you," Linda hushed her.
She shrugged, "I don't mind. As far as you get to live good."
"What are you saying?" Linda frowned deeply, "do not tell me that you are beginning to have suicidal thoughts, huh?"
"Of course not!" Adrianna exclaimed, "I'm just saying I love you too much to see you suffer because of me."
"If you don't want to see me suffer, then make sure to live a good life, take care of yourself, and marry a good man. Do you not know that it hurts me more when you're in pain than when I am in pain? How can you wish to not be born, how can you? How can you throw away all the years I spent raising you to be the smart woman you are today? How can you…"
"Mum!" Adrianna exclaimed, seeing the tears running down her mother's cheek, "I'm sorry, forgive me. I did not mean to make you cry. I'm happy you married dad and gave birth to me, I just wish things were different. You don't like seeing me sad, I also don't like seeing you sad, it hurts me too."
Adrianna cleaned off the tears on her mother's face.
"I'm sorry," Linda sniffed, "but you must never speak that way again. I will try my best to live happily now so you can be happy, okay?"
"Good," Adrianna beamed and hugged her.
"Perhaps it's all my fault. I should have changed things, I could have done things differently but now…"
“Mum don’t speak like that, you-”
“Ma’am your visiting time is over, please leave. The patient must have some rest,” the same nurse from earlier interrupted Adrianna as she was about to speak.
“Plea-” Linda squeezed Adrianna's hands tightly stopping her from continuing her sentence.
“Anna, go home. We’ll talk later dear” her mum said reassuringly.
Adrianna kissed her mum on her forehead. Grabbing her handbag she left her mum’s room with a sad face. She was not happy about leaving her mum all alone in a hospital. She sauntered to the elevator and pressed the button. Finally, the elevator dinged and she ventured in, pressing the button for the bottom floor. Seconds before the door shut completely, a carefully polished shoe appeared and stopped it from closing.
A long leg clad in black trousers and a gleaming black shoe stopped the elevator from closing fully. A muscular toned man stepped in, clad in a white dress shirt that was tucked neatly in his trousers and matched with a black coat. His eyes met mine and I fought the urge to swallow nothing. His handsomeness was beyond this earth, no… he was beautiful. Beautiful was the perfect word to describe this enigma right in my presence.He moved to the other end of the elevator, his green eyes scrutinizing me. His hair seemed disheveled as if he had run his hand through it multiple times which made me wonder how it would feel if I ran my hands through them.I shook my head and looked away but I found myself stealing glances at him, multiple glances that became too obvious. We could both feel it, the tension. This strange man suddenly seemed to have piqued my interest and I guess I had also peaked his. He was so handsome and beautiful at the same time. His height was life threatening, he was 6’3
“I think what he wanted to say was that he wants to marry you...” It felt like a loud ringing echoed in my head as my mother's words kept repeating themselves over and over. No, it can’t be true, it wasn’t possible. No man would want to marry a lady they met in an elevator for the first time. It just wasn’t possible.“Mum, that can’t be possible,” I said in disbelief, not wanting to think about it.“Nothing is impossible dear,” my mum said in a stern voice. Then laughed loudly, "that was a joke, Anna. Did you really fall for it? That's such a random conclusion!"She laughed even more. I frowned. Did I actually take her seriously?"I thought you were serious. I felt so scared," I muttered, not finding it funny.Her laughter receded, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up that sour topic.""It's okay, mum but… but mum, I don’t want to get married yet, especially to someone that I met in an elevator. I do not know anything about him in fact, I can’t accept it” I said panicking.“Is that
“You are getting married…"Those words echoed in my head like a broken record, ringing in my ears as I stared at my father in shock. It felt like I was in a dream, a dream I wished to be woken up from. I was beyond shocked at my father’s words and even worse, he said it with so much ease like it wasn’t a big deal.“What do you mean I’m getting married?” I queried, fighting off annoyance.“Well, a very wealthy billionaire came for your hand in marriage and I couldn’t refuse,” he answered, focused on the files he was working on.“I mean, the offer was a hearty one," he looked up long enough to shoot me an irritating grin, "so technically, you are betrothed to him. Your opinions are not needed as you would be going on a dinner date with him tomorrow. Get to know him before the wedding preparation begins,” he said with a wide smile.“But dad I do not want to get married to anyone yet!” I cried out, tears pricking at the corner of my eyes.“I said your opinions are not needed, you are gett
The last thing on my mind was to marry someone I don't love. To marry someone I was not meant to be committed to. Lucas Shaul. That name sucks! It irritates me at its peak. Not to mention he is someone like my father. All my life, I had always dreamt to marry someone I love. Someone who won't act like a stranger to me but now, today, I would be meeting him. I knew my father was offered something in exchange for me to marry Lucas. I don't even know him. I have never seen him before. I don't even know what he looks like. Only the rumors heard about him. He is cold and ruthless and I am sure he'd be mean to me. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes were swollen. For the rest of the night, I cried my eyes out and screamed but that man I called my father wouldn't even hear me. And he is even using my mother as a threat to me. She would kill my mom if I don't accept marrying that so-called Lucas. Not for once had he ever cared for my mother and me. He only cared about his money
ELEVATOR CHAPTER SIX: MEET THE SHAULSI wonder how evil somebody had to be that there was such a desperate need to keep their identity a secret from the public, how many people's toes have they stepped on, how many people are planning to kill them for them to need such secret service and MI6 treatment, one only sees situations like this in the movies, or at least so I thought.I went from not wanting to be in the presence of these people arriving my father's house to bid for my head like a slave auction in 1864 in the name of marriage— to being eager to see what this person looks like, I don't know if I want to justify my hatred for them by looking at their face or getting the satisfaction of staring him dead in the eyes and saying no to marrying him or I just wanted to spit at his face, I hadn't made up my mind when I almost slipped and fell. This has to be the most uncomfortable pair of shoes to be ever made, I was just a taking on the stair away from snapping my ankle to the back
An elderly lady in a blue lavender gown and white gloves walks towards me and pulls me away from the maids cleaning the messed up table, she pats Lucas Shaul on the back of his suit and whispers something into his ears on her way to me.I try not to look at her, obviously still embarrassed, only the smirk that formed on my face from my happiness about pissing of my dad kept my face from being all flushed and red.The lady shoots a friendly smile my way and I had to get rid of the sinister smirk and replace it with a chivalrous one in order to compliment her smile."Are you okay my dear?" She asks, that is when it all made as as in my head that a stranger would be so caring about what happens to me in this gathering where I am to be sold at Auction price to the highest bidder and my own father is the auction master, her chivalry all starts to make sense as it becomes clear that she must be Lucas Shaul's mother, Mrs. Shaul of the Shaul Business Empire. "I'll be fine," I try to say with
"Why do you always have to spit on my face every damn time Adrianne?" my father asks after we stare at each other blankly for about five minutes but seemed like an eternity.I have so much I want to say to the old man but I need to garner enough strength to say it without bursting into tears, I am barely holding them under my eyelids at this point.At times like this I need my mother the most. She always had a way to deal with him in these kind of situations, sometimes I wonder if he purposely put her away in the hospital and then conveniently planned the marriage at a time when she was not around."I give you everything you need, I give you even what you don't need, I work my butt off to make sure that you do not lack anything under the sun, yet you and your vegetable of a mother always find new ways under the sun to ridicule and shame me, and what's worse in front of very important company," the veins on his forehead and neck threatening to pop out of his skin and spew blood on me a
I get beside my monster of a dad, I wished I could be anywhere ht. Ear him at the moment. I would leave but I can't go out there while looking like this. I glare at him with hatred burning in my pupils then I focus on the mirror, I turn on the faucet and cup the rushing water in my palms and splash it on my face as if I am trying to wake myself up from a terrible nightmare, this was even worse a terrible nightmare it is but I can't even wake up from it by splashing water on my face.The water is cold, it makes me shiver and the goosebumps on my forearms become very visible, I begin to shiver as I speak."Listen carefully Dad," trying to tilt the power dynamics back in my corner. If I have learned anything from watching Hollywood exorcism movies it is that you can't really win against the devil, you either always have to make a deal with him or you lose."fix your face Adrianne," he cuts me off absentmindedly, mispronouncing my name for the umpteenth time but I am very used to it and