Cross POV
Though my cheek was burning with a tingling sensation, I could not raise my hand to massage it. This was the least I was expecting from Elsie who had vowed to stay by my side until the end of time. “Elsie…” I flashed her a coy smile as I reached out to her hand but she slapped me off, her face knotted in a frown. “You disgust me.” She spat in my face. “Who do you think I am? A nanny that would look after you?” She huffed. “But…” Before I could finish speaking, she emptied the glass of wine on the table on my face. “Don't you ever call me again.” She yelled and then stormed out in anger.” The murmurs that rented the air after this made me bury my head in shame as I wished for the ground to open up and swallow me immediately. If I had known this was going to be the turn of events, I would have ignored her dream proposal fantasy and did that in the comfort of my home. Not minding the looks I was receiving from the people around, I refilled my glass with some wine. “Hey, sorry about what happened.” A soft voice rang in my head, making me suspend my hand in the air for a few seconds. “I'm fine, you can leave.” I gulped down the content of my glass in a go, not bothering to cast her a glance. “Can I have a glass from your bottle?” The voice came through again, followed by liquid pouring into a glass cup. Against my wish, I allowed my eyes to settle on the lady in front of me. The first thing I took note of was her swollen eyes even though she was smiling. “You… you’ve been crying?” I spoke in an accusing tone. Chuckling uneasily, she took a sip from her glass with her gaze shifted to the side. At first, all I wanted was to leave this place considering the embarrassment I had received from Elsie but now, I have something of interest to keep me seated. “Is that obvious?” She chuckled lightly only to dig into my meal which I haven't touched yet. Who the hell is she and why is she eating like she has been starving for days? — I pondered, my gaze not leaving her for even a second. Returning to consciousness, the first thing she did was to bury her head. “Keep eating, the food was going to be thrown away anyway.” I tried to soften my voice but it was still hard. “Thank you.” She replied but didn't resume eating like I had expected. Now fiddling with her fingers, she began to dart her eyes around like she had been caught in an unholy situation. “You must have sometime else to say to me, I’m listening.” I reclined on my chair with my hands crossed. Mustering boldness, she snapped her head upwards, “Marry me.” Her voice was firm and unwavering. For a moment I didn't know how to react. I just sat there staring at her with my brows cocked. Suddenly, she leaned forward and then grabbed my hand. “Please you're the last hope I have now… else, I will be doomed.” Her voice was shaking and it seemed like she was going to break down the next second. Confused, I looked around only to discover that we were the center of attention. “Fine.” I muttered and at once, she snapped her head upwards, a bright smile spreading across her lips. “Thank you so much.” She sounded so excited making me even more confused. Before she could start running her mouth, I hit my fingers against the table to get her attention and when I did, I leaned forward, locking gaze with her large pair of eyes. “Why?” Hesitant, she took a while before saying, “I was going to get married tomorrow but…” “He rejected me like I was rejected too, huh?” I huffed, digging my hand into my hair. “He cheated.” She muttered. Biting her lower lips with her head buried, she added, “At least, you wouldn't be able to cheat since you're crippled.” For some reason, I didn't react to her words. From the look of things, she looked desperate and I wondered why but I didn't ask. “So…” With a bright countenance this time around, she said, “Let's get married for six months after that we go our separate ways.” “I mean, six months is more than enough to exact our revenge on those who had hurted us.” “Is that your reason for getting married in the first place?” My voice was mild but deep down, I wanted to vent. Shaking her head sideways, she muttered, “Not at all but I’m not going to let him go scot free after betraying me.” She slammed her fist against the table to drive home her point. “So what about me, how am I going to benefit from this contract?” It was apparent she didn't think about this, she had thought only about herself. “I will pay you at the end of the contract duration.” She said after a while only to take off her locket. “It's precious, so you can keep it until I pay every dime I owe.” She ratted out once again without thinking. I will definitely find out whatever it is that's troubling her, let's get this done with first. — I thought, fiddling with her locket. “Let's get married now, at the registry.” She suggested and almost immediately, I gave my consent. “Do you have a car?” I asked as she slowly rose to her feet. “I rented it out to get an additional source of income.” She said through her teeth. “We will use mine then.” At the end of the marriage registration process, we both made our way out of the registry and armed with the marriage certificate, she was grinning from side to side. “Hey Kaiser.” She called out to me. That was the name I had registered with the court. At the moment, I was already being aided into my car. “Your contact, I need it.” She said in a breath, passing her card to me. Instead of exchanging cards with her, I scribbled my contact on the back of her card. “You don't want mine?” She asked, her expression dampened. “I already have it in my head.” I replied, slamming the door shut as Percy, my aide turned the ignition on, causing the engine to come to life. A few minutes into the drive, he snapped his head backwards, “I got all the information you requested.”Mulan's POVArmed with the marriage certificate, I made my way towards my father's mansion beaming with smiles. My mother is going to live and also, we wouldn't be struggling anymore. The thought of it made my smile broaden and with each step I took, it seemed like I was walking on the air. On arrival, I quickly made my way into the living room, asking a maid to fetch my father which she did promptly. After what seemed like forever, father, Sandra and Freya appeared on the top of the stairs and together, they all began climbing downwards. Ignoring the mocking look on their faces, I pulled myself up, my hands resting on my side. “The last time you came around, I asked you to return with your husband, where is he now?” It was father who spoke. His tone was harsh and unwelcoming but I wasn't bothered by it a bit. Once I get my inheritance, I have no business with the Easton's anymore. Since the mockery was temporary, I will have to bear it until then. “I'm sorry, he couldn't com
Cross POVIt was dusk already, yet Mulan was yet to reach out to me, not like I expected her to do so. Foremost, I was a stand in groom for her and I was crippled; which sane girl with her amount of beauty would agree to be a bride to a cripple. That was my thought but still, I couldn't hold myself back from reaching out to her. From our conversation, I knew at once that all was not well with her and this was confirmed when she arrived a few minutes ago. Though I was worried, I didn't show. “I should help you.” She suggested as I tried to lift myself off the wheelchair. “I never solicited your help.” I snapped back at her, pulling a brown envelope to myself. When she wouldn't join me on the couch, I patted the spot next to me but she chose the couch which was adjacent, giving me ample distance. After going through the document, I passed it to her. While she read through the lines, I never allowed my eyes to leave hers even for a second as I wanted to see every bit of her emo
Mulan's POV At the end of dinner, I mustered up the courage to visit my mother for the last time but each time I got to the door, I always made a u-turn. “Ugh! What am I going to do now?" I muttered, sending my teeth into my lower lips in frustration. Bidding mom farewell was the least I could do at this point but it made me look like a bad and worthless child. The more I thought of it, the more terrified I became. “Mom will never forgive me." I mouthed Shutting my eyes tightly with my head tossed backwards, I added, “If I was in her place, she would do everything within her power to make sure I got an operation but…” Tears began to roll down my eyes as my heart constricted against my chest. Several times I was tempted to call father for help but I couldn't bring myself to do it, not after the situation that had put me in. But nevertheless, I was going to get back at them no matter what happens. “You said you were going to see your mom, you’re still here." Kaiser's voice bro
Mulan’s POVMuttering incoherent words to myself, I continued to pace about on the fifth floor as my heart rammed against my chest in quick succession. At this point, I felt like I was losing my mind. The call from my mother's caretaker came in about half an hour ago but I have been unable to act on it. Denver Smith, my boss, had refused to grant me an audience despite knowing how urgent my meeting with him was. Snapping my eyes shut, I pushed my hand into my hair and then began to tug on it. “Mom, you just have to hang on, I will save you.” I muttered, rubbing my hands together as tears rolled down my cheeks. For a few years now, mother had been living with a tumor in her brain which kept increasing by the day. All the money I had worked for had gone for our basic needs and her medicine which was expensive leaving no one for her surgery. When Eliana called earlier, I knew there was a problem but I never thought it would be so serious that mother had to be rushed to the hospit
Mulan's POVThe look on mother's face showed she wasn't pleased with my idea but he was the last hope we had. Easton Watson was my father but I disowned him at the tender age of five as he never performed the role of a father to me and he despised mother because she was his mistress. His wife and daughter did nothing but to make our lives a living hell until we were thrown out of the boys lounge a few years ago. “Mom, I understand how you feel but Easton is our last hope.” I said in a breath, giving her hand a soft squeeze. Leaning close, I muttered, “I will go see him myself, you don't have to come with me.” “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean… Freya, your sister…” “Leave her to me.” I said and with a determined look on my face, I made my way towards the door, not giving mother a glance lest I would be discouraged. On arrival at Easton’s mansion, I took in a deep breath and ignoring the guards who tried to stop me from heading in, I made my way into the building. “What
Mulan's POVTo my delight, Tristan accepted after a brief hesitation which I fully understood. Both of us were not ready for marriage and I clearly told him if we turned out not to be compatible, we could divorce. At least, I have nothing to lose when my mother is alive, hale and hearty. Standing behind the mirror in my bedroom, I applied a bit of makeup on my face and after ensuring that I was fully prepared, I stepped out of my room. We both agreed to be at the registry by eight am for our marriage certificate but I arrived fifteen minutes earlier. When he didn't arrive at eight, I became worried, taking several glances at my wristwatch and the entrance. Half an hour past eight am, he was still yet to arrive. Unable to hold it in any longer, I dialed his phone but it was switched off. “What am I going to do now?” I muttered, biting my lower lips as I regretted my decision of waiting until Saturday before visiting the registry. “If I had chosen a date earlier, even if he doe
Mulan's POV At the end of dinner, I mustered up the courage to visit my mother for the last time but each time I got to the door, I always made a u-turn. “Ugh! What am I going to do now?" I muttered, sending my teeth into my lower lips in frustration. Bidding mom farewell was the least I could do at this point but it made me look like a bad and worthless child. The more I thought of it, the more terrified I became. “Mom will never forgive me." I mouthed Shutting my eyes tightly with my head tossed backwards, I added, “If I was in her place, she would do everything within her power to make sure I got an operation but…” Tears began to roll down my eyes as my heart constricted against my chest. Several times I was tempted to call father for help but I couldn't bring myself to do it, not after the situation that had put me in. But nevertheless, I was going to get back at them no matter what happens. “You said you were going to see your mom, you’re still here." Kaiser's voice bro
Cross POVIt was dusk already, yet Mulan was yet to reach out to me, not like I expected her to do so. Foremost, I was a stand in groom for her and I was crippled; which sane girl with her amount of beauty would agree to be a bride to a cripple. That was my thought but still, I couldn't hold myself back from reaching out to her. From our conversation, I knew at once that all was not well with her and this was confirmed when she arrived a few minutes ago. Though I was worried, I didn't show. “I should help you.” She suggested as I tried to lift myself off the wheelchair. “I never solicited your help.” I snapped back at her, pulling a brown envelope to myself. When she wouldn't join me on the couch, I patted the spot next to me but she chose the couch which was adjacent, giving me ample distance. After going through the document, I passed it to her. While she read through the lines, I never allowed my eyes to leave hers even for a second as I wanted to see every bit of her emo
Mulan's POVArmed with the marriage certificate, I made my way towards my father's mansion beaming with smiles. My mother is going to live and also, we wouldn't be struggling anymore. The thought of it made my smile broaden and with each step I took, it seemed like I was walking on the air. On arrival, I quickly made my way into the living room, asking a maid to fetch my father which she did promptly. After what seemed like forever, father, Sandra and Freya appeared on the top of the stairs and together, they all began climbing downwards. Ignoring the mocking look on their faces, I pulled myself up, my hands resting on my side. “The last time you came around, I asked you to return with your husband, where is he now?” It was father who spoke. His tone was harsh and unwelcoming but I wasn't bothered by it a bit. Once I get my inheritance, I have no business with the Easton's anymore. Since the mockery was temporary, I will have to bear it until then. “I'm sorry, he couldn't com
Cross POVThough my cheek was burning with a tingling sensation, I could not raise my hand to massage it. This was the least I was expecting from Elsie who had vowed to stay by my side until the end of time. “Elsie…” I flashed her a coy smile as I reached out to her hand but she slapped me off, her face knotted in a frown.“You disgust me.” She spat in my face. “Who do you think I am? A nanny that would look after you?” She huffed. “But…” Before I could finish speaking, she emptied the glass of wine on the table on my face. “Don't you ever call me again.” She yelled and then stormed out in anger.” The murmurs that rented the air after this made me bury my head in shame as I wished for the ground to open up and swallow me immediately. If I had known this was going to be the turn of events, I would have ignored her dream proposal fantasy and did that in the comfort of my home. Not minding the looks I was receiving from the people around, I refilled my glass with some wine. “Hey,
Mulan's POVTo my delight, Tristan accepted after a brief hesitation which I fully understood. Both of us were not ready for marriage and I clearly told him if we turned out not to be compatible, we could divorce. At least, I have nothing to lose when my mother is alive, hale and hearty. Standing behind the mirror in my bedroom, I applied a bit of makeup on my face and after ensuring that I was fully prepared, I stepped out of my room. We both agreed to be at the registry by eight am for our marriage certificate but I arrived fifteen minutes earlier. When he didn't arrive at eight, I became worried, taking several glances at my wristwatch and the entrance. Half an hour past eight am, he was still yet to arrive. Unable to hold it in any longer, I dialed his phone but it was switched off. “What am I going to do now?” I muttered, biting my lower lips as I regretted my decision of waiting until Saturday before visiting the registry. “If I had chosen a date earlier, even if he doe
Mulan's POVThe look on mother's face showed she wasn't pleased with my idea but he was the last hope we had. Easton Watson was my father but I disowned him at the tender age of five as he never performed the role of a father to me and he despised mother because she was his mistress. His wife and daughter did nothing but to make our lives a living hell until we were thrown out of the boys lounge a few years ago. “Mom, I understand how you feel but Easton is our last hope.” I said in a breath, giving her hand a soft squeeze. Leaning close, I muttered, “I will go see him myself, you don't have to come with me.” “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean… Freya, your sister…” “Leave her to me.” I said and with a determined look on my face, I made my way towards the door, not giving mother a glance lest I would be discouraged. On arrival at Easton’s mansion, I took in a deep breath and ignoring the guards who tried to stop me from heading in, I made my way into the building. “What
Mulan’s POVMuttering incoherent words to myself, I continued to pace about on the fifth floor as my heart rammed against my chest in quick succession. At this point, I felt like I was losing my mind. The call from my mother's caretaker came in about half an hour ago but I have been unable to act on it. Denver Smith, my boss, had refused to grant me an audience despite knowing how urgent my meeting with him was. Snapping my eyes shut, I pushed my hand into my hair and then began to tug on it. “Mom, you just have to hang on, I will save you.” I muttered, rubbing my hands together as tears rolled down my cheeks. For a few years now, mother had been living with a tumor in her brain which kept increasing by the day. All the money I had worked for had gone for our basic needs and her medicine which was expensive leaving no one for her surgery. When Eliana called earlier, I knew there was a problem but I never thought it would be so serious that mother had to be rushed to the hospit