Desperately In Need.

Ali's eyes widened in horror. Her shoulders slumped and if Wood didn't catch her in time she would have fallen to the ground. His words put a heavy boulder on her heart and she felt suffocated and despaired.

  "Like how long," She asked, her voice trembling.

  "At most 3 days. There is no time left, I'll see what I can do to prepare the necessary. In the meantime, get half the amount. I can only help this much, I have a lot to handle right now. I am sorry," he sympathized with her before turning and leaving.

 Ali felt grateful, he was helping her even though he had a lot on his plate. But his words were like a death sentence to not only her brother but herself.

  Five million? Where will she get half of that amount? Her mother's property was still under investigation as Lucas was dragging its ownership with her. 

  She took out her phone and made a few phone calls. All through the night, she called people to borrow money. But the amount gathered didn't even get to half the amount the doctor suggested.

  The next morning, she went to see the marketing director for the advanced payment and loan she requested. Even though she was very desperate, the man refused to help her unless she scumbled to his demands.

 Ali wondered how people could be inconsiderate to the plight of others. The director had no shame in asking her to be his mistress. In her heart she wondered if it was a crime to look beautiful.

 Ever since her college days, men had always ogled at her and stalked her, half of the men were always shameless and crude with her. Even her fellow women made things difficult for her.

 She left the company, feeling angry and resentful while silently swearing to the third heavens to deal with the man should she get a chance of revenge.

 Her next option was the bank. 

She had applied for a loan from the bank a long time ago, but it was for something else. Now she didn't have any other option but to divert the money for her brother's medical bills.

  "Ma'am, this is very urgent. My brother has only 48 hours to live. Please help me, this is my only hope," Ali pleaded, even going as far as to kneel before the woman.

  "I'm sorry we can't help right now. We are not giving out loans as of now because we have a serious problem to take care of. And secondly, this property you are using as collateral is not under your name," the woman replied, not sympathetic in the slightest.

  "What do you mean, ma'am? This villa was left for my brother by my mother," Ali argued.

 Her mom had given that villa to her brother before she died as a wedding gift. How can she say it isn't theirs?

  "We investigated the property, it's in one Mr. Jared's name." The woman brought out a document and passed it to Ali but she was too shocked to look at it.

  "Is this a joke? What do you mean? That man is not even a relative. How can the property be in his name," Ali questioned the woman coldly.

 The woman didn't take her tone kindly and quickly glared at her. "Do you have a problem with your ears or have you gone mad? How would I know if he is your relative or not? Go and find out yourself. Don't come back here. I don't want to see your face again. Now get out," the woman ordered, showing Ali the door.

 Ali left the office in rage. Her heart burned with hatred and malice. There was no way Jared would have that property unless it was sold to him. And there was no way the property would have been sold if someone hadn't tampered with her safe. It was the work of her father and the scheme of Mary at work. 

The man dared to sell her property right under her nose. She swore never to spare him. They would have to give her the money for the villa and any other property they had successfully sold.

  "Look at you all angry and frustrated". A voice interrupted her thoughts.

 Her feet came to a halt, she looked up and found the sleazy piece of trash, standing by his car with many guards behind him. 

  He was dressed in a three-piece suit looking suave and impeccable. His smile was broad, but to her, it was disgusting.

 One would mistake him for a gentle and doting husband and father, when in fact he was a disgusting scumbag.

  Ali was already furious and seeing the man made her bottled-up emotions erupt. Without minding his status, where they were, or the fact that he had guards behind him, she walked to him and grabbed him by his collar and fiercely asked.

  "How did you get your filthy hands on my brother's property". 

  Jared, who looked shocked in the beginning, calmed down and held her hands that were holding his collar gently, almost caressing it.

 Feeling disgusted, Ali withdrew her hands in a flash and glared at him with killing intent.

 If only she could drive a stake through his heart or scatter his brain with a few bullets.

  "Aaa my sweet Ali. This is the reason I love you so much. You are fierce and bold, but your type is very docile in bed." Jared stared at her with a lascivious gaze that Ali felt like poking his eyes out.

 This dirty man.

 "That villa is not the only thing I got my hands on. I bought it from your father with so much consideration for your future. If I hadn't, he would have sold it off to someone else or given it out as a betrothal gift for Cheyenne."

  Ali fought the impulse to punch the man. She took a deep breath before saying, "Give it back now."