MAURICE'S POV
"How are you feeling this morning?" I asked Glenda as she joined me for breakfast. Last night, I walked into a scene of her coughing and wheezing. It looked pretty bad. She said something got stuck in her throat. Brian just stood there watching her. He couldn’t even help the poor girl. I wonder where I went wrong with him. "I'm fine. Thank you." She spoke shyly. She looked tired. Her eyes were drawn with exhaustion. I could tell she barely got any sleep last night and it didn't help that she had gone to bed without dinner. "Hope you worked up an appetite. You didn't eat last night." She looked surprised and then bowed her head in embarrassment. I bet she didn't think I cared to notice. Of course, I didn't want her sick. It would ruin my plans. "If you don't like the food, I can ask them to make you something else," Nana interjected. This was one of the qualities I loved about Nana; her kindness. I was a firsthand benefactor of it. Nana has always been very supportive of me. Like yesterday, when I brought Glenda home as my wife, she welcomed her with open arms, no question asked even if she knew in her heart there was a reason for me getting married. "This is fine Nana, thank you." She immediately began to eat. She ate slowly. I presumed she was a picky eater or she was being kind not to reject the food. I was glad she was eating either way. "We need to talk," I said to her after she had consumed a great portion of her meal. I could see her tremble with fear. I expected this effect and that's why I waited till she ate enough to tell her. "Meet me in my study when you are done," I said to her and stood up to leave. It was half an hour later before I heard the creak of the study doors. Glenda poked her head in, peeking into the room with scared eyes. "Come in!" I hadn't meant to sound so commanding but her quirkiness was beginning to irritate me. She took apprehensive steps towards my desk. "Sit!" I ordered after her seemingly long walk to reach me. She sat as though the seat burned her behind. She kept her head low and fiddled with her fingers agitatedly. I sighed. I needed to calm down. This wasn't the effect I wanted to have on her. I want her to be relaxed and expressive. Not all the way, but to an extent. It wouldn't help my plan if she was in so much fear of me. "You should relax. This is not a principal's office." "It feels like it. What did you want to tell me?" She asked. I couldn't help the smile that splayed on my lips. She talked. That's some progress I pride myself on. "Yes. It's more like what we have to talk about." I emphasized the word 'we' so it didn't feel like I was handing her a list of dos and don'ts even though that's what it is. I needed her talking. That was the only way I could get my hands on the shares; her shares. It was why I married her. Fredrick had called me to make me another deal that didn't involve marrying his daughter. He was going to give me twenty percent shares and a seat on the board. It was a good deal. But when I saw Glenda that day, I changed my mind. My investigation revealed that Glenda owned forty percent of the company's shares willed to her by her late mother but with a clause. She could only access the shares on her twenty-third birthday. Her mother had been very discreet and Fredrick was oblivious to this fact. If he did, he would probably fast forward her aging, get the shares, and end the girl. "I know you don't want to be married to me and you hate it here." I was not sure why she seemed surprised. She was wearing it like a cloth. I was only stating the obvious. "So let's make a deal. You'll be a good girl and I'll give you a divorce." She looked confused. I explained further. "I may need something from you and I could give you a divorce after." "Divorce?" She asked, perplexed. "Did your mom tell you anything, specifically, something about your family's company before her death?" Her eyes grew wide at the mention of her mother. "Did you know my mother?" Her small voice was laced with curiosity. "That's not the point now." I needed to remain on track. Discussing her mother was a far cry from the reason why I called her here. "Then why do you ask?" She spoke defensively. "Yes, I knew your mom. She was a beautiful woman with a kind heart." Her eyes moistened. I could sense she loved her mother and she missed her but that's the least of my concerns. I needed her to remain focused. "Did your mom mention anything about your twenty-third birthday? You turn twenty-three next March, right?" "How did you get to know about that?" "Shouldn't I know my wife's birthday?" I answered with a smirk. I was quick to notice the blush that crept up her face and disappeared immediately. "Why is that important? What has this got to do with my mother?" "A lot. There may be some mutual benefits to us, my dear." She seemed clueless. Or was she pretending? "Benefits." She scoffs. "Listen, I know you don't consider me a friend, but I'm not your enemy. I could help you in more ways than you could imagine." "Like forcing me to get married and locking me up? That kind of help?" I chuckled. She did have a sharp tongue. "You're not locked here. Nana will take you out shopping tomorrow." "I don't need anything from you!" She shot back defiantly. "How bad do you want to get that divorce? How far are you willing to go? What could you give up for it." I asked, corking a brow. "You'll give me a divorce?" She asked. Her eyes were full of doubt. "Only if you're a good girl and do what I say." She looked deep in thought, weighing my words. I needed to hear her thoughts. Knowing how far she was willing to go to get away from me would determine what approach I would need to get my hold on her shares. The large mahogany doors of the study swung open disrupting us. "Hello, darling!" Came the shrill of a female. Damn! I muttered. "Not now Lucy, I'm busy" I warned sternly. She ignored my words and ran towards me excitedly, not noticing the woman I was with, she sat on my lap and latched onto my lips kissing me in front of a bewildered Glenda. Damn! I should have warned my mistress I got married.GLENDA'S POVI heard Maurice curse under his breath. I wondered if he was cursing at me. The answer fell on my lap or should I say my husband's lap when an unknown lady walked into the study and sat on him.I watched in surprise as the strange lady sat on Maurice's lap and kissed him. I could tell they were close, but he didn't seem pleased to see her. Maybe because I was there."Aren't you happy to see me? Didn't you miss me? Why are you giving me cold shoulders? Are you mad at me?" She threw Maurice a torrent of questions, barely giving the man any time to reply."Okay, I know you are mad because I didn't fly in last night as planned and you miss me. My flight was delayed. I would have been here sooner.- She cooed- "I'm sorry baby." She whined and pouted, splaying a seductive hand over Maurice's chest as she tried to fix a non-existent crease on his shirt.I guessed her antics were effective because Maurice's expression softened and he spoke to her. "How was your trip? How did it go
MAURICE'S POV"Wife! You got married!" Lucy jerked away from my lap as she processed the information I just dropped on her.I gave her a look that she understood very well. She got a hold of herself and kept her mouth shut.I turned to Glenda and dismissed the poor girl. She wasn't supposed to have seen any of this. At least, not now. It would not help any of my plans."What do you mean by your wife!" Lucy snapped immediately when the doors to the study clicked shut."You heard right," I replied noncommittally as I tried to get to work. There were files lined on my table that needed my attention."Who is she?" Lucy demanded.I ignored her and picked up a file. I began to read through, trying to determine what needed my approval on that particular file.The file suddenly disappeared from my grasp as Lucy angrily yanked it away. I sighed in irritation.I raised my head to her and she was glaring at me. Women. I muttered under my breath.I was in no mood to deal with Lucy's tantrums righ
GLENDA'S POVI tried to get a hold of myself after the encounter in Maurice's office. The events I had witnessed made my stomach churn with disgust.I reminded myself that I was nothing to him. Of course, he could behave however he deemed fit. But what I didn't understand was why he married me if he already had a mistress, someone who warmed his bed. What use was I to him?This thought consumed me as I approached the foot of the stairs to head for my room. That room was the only haven for me in this house. It was the only place I could fit in and I was grateful for it."Ma'am?"I heard someone call out behind me. I spun around to see Nora, the maid curtsied behind me.I didn't think she was referring to me. I was not used to getting respect from anyone. Not even the maids at my father's house. Aunt Helena ensured that I was nothing before the maids and stripped me of any respect they may have had for me.I kept looking at Nora who had her head slightly bowed, unsure how to respond to
GLENDA'S POV"Brian, you're up. Nice of you to join us. " Nana turned to the entrance and greeted him with a warm smile. After he had regained composure from the surprise at finding me sitting with Nana, he spoke. "Nana please, where are the boxes in my room?" Brian was speaking to Nana but his gaze settled menacingly on me. Like me, I guess he was finding it hard getting used to all this, seeing me here."We moved them to the basement for more room. I'll just get Nora to get them for you." Nana grunted as she struggled to get up from her seat."I'll go get Nora for you." I offered, standing from my seat, seeing how the old woman was finding it hard to stand up. "It's fine my dear. These old bones need some exercise and I have been sitting for too long already." Nana replied motioning for me to sit back.I looked at Nana and hoped she understood my silent plea. I didn't want to be left in the same room with Brian. After last night's encounter, I didn't know what to expect from him n
GLENDA'S POV"You still have the old bad habit of listening in on people's conversation, don't you?" Brian sneered at Lucy who stood with arms at akimbo by the large entrance waiting for a reply to her question. I wondered just how much of our conversation she had heard."And you are still as rude as ever!" Lucy snapped back at him."Are you done licking my father's ass? You are lapsing on your job." Brian returned."And what is that supposed to mean?" Lucy glared at him. Her arms daringly crossed over her chest."I expected you to understand. You are a smart bimbo, aren't you?" Brian replied flatly and the sarcasm in his voice was evident.I quietly took my seat as I watched the two spit words of fire at each other. I didn't like the unwelcome intrusion, but it shifted Brian's rage away from me and that was something I was grateful for."I see you're spending time with your father's new wife. What's the catch? Getting to know your new mommy?" Lucy said. Her gaze was now resting on me
MAURICE'S POV "Dinner is ready sir." Nora announced, making me raise my head from the file I was so engrossed in. I nodded and dismissed her. I dropped the file on the table a few minutes after Nora left and headed for the dining room. I was famished as I had not had anything to eat all day. There's been so much going on at the office that needed my attention. Thankfully, I've been gradually able to tick them off the list. If I could wrap it up, then I could give more attention to Glenda and then work on getting her shares. I reached the dining room in time. Nana and Lucy were already seated, waiting for me. Nora began serving dinner as soon as I gave my consent. The aroma tingled my nose coupled with the fact that I was hungry. Just as I thought, the food was exquisite. I had just filled my mouth with another morsel when I noticed the empty seat by my left. "Where is Glenda?" I asked. "She's up in her room sir." Nora replied as she was making rounds dishing Nana's food
GLENDA'S POV My nose flared in anger as I watched Maurice's back move further and further away from me.I was so mad that I wanted to run after him, jump on him, and claw at his face, digging my fingers painfully into his eyes.The man was a bone in my throat, bossing me around like I was his secretary. Why wouldn't he just leave me alone?I was most certain he didn't like the fact that I questioned him. I didn't even know where I got the courage to do that. I was getting fed up with everyone taunting and degrading me in this house. Brian has been the biggest pain in my ass since I moved in here. Now, it wasn't just Brian I had to deal with. There was Lucy who was constantly breathing on my neck, reminding me how much of a misfit I was here.All these fuel my decision to remain in my room. To hide from all of them and maybe that way, I could get a measure of peace. But who was I kidding? When did I ever get what I wanted?I gaze at the door, missing and yearning for its enclosed com
MAURICE'S POVI lazily blinked open my eyes. The need for more sleep consumed me. My whole body felt alienated from my being. I stirred tiredly and blinked repeatedly as I tried to fight the sleep.Why did I feel so exhausted? My mind was gradually waking up but my body seemed to demand more rest. I forcefully raised my arm to my forehead, in an attempt to soothe the splitting ache I felt. I felt unusually tired.I struggled and kept my eyes open for longer and observed my surroundings. My eyes shot wide as the sleep cleared almost immediately. This was not my room.I tried to sit up, but I felt restricted. I looked down and that was when I noticed the slender arm wrapped around my bare chest. I smiled. "Lucy and her clinginess." I muttered to myself. Still feeling drowsy, I placed a hand on her back and began to stroke her back as I drifted off to sleep again.I was awakened a second time, when Lucy stirred. "Trying to escape from me?" I caught her and held her closer to me. It was