"This way, ma'am." Marcus walked, leading Alda downstairs as soon as she was dressed. She wore a perfectly fitted floral gown, which looked so beautiful on her as if they indeed made the dress for her. But the house was magnificent, and Alda continued to glance at the wall decor as she walked, following Marcus. Even though she said nothing, even at this moment, it was obvious on her face that she loved what she saw. She wanted a life of such wealth and hoped that someday her wishes would come true. Marcus opened the entrance door, and already several Rolls-Royces were waiting outside. Alda wondered if she was to get in one of those. And she was right—there were about five Rolls-Royce parked in rows. But two of them had a guard standing next to them. They were all dressed the same way. Black suit, waistcoat, inner white shirt, and a tie. Just as exactly as Marcus, and nothing different. And as soon as Marcus got closer to each of them, they bowed to him, which symbolized his posi
11. Deliver the NewsThe door to the room opened, and Marcus entered. At that moment, the doctor was no longer behind the door. "We will head to the master now," Marcus said, standing by the door. This was the message for Alda to come out of the room, which she understood.Before she walked out of the room, she looked at Marcus’ hand, but there was no result. The doctor had told him the result but did not give it to him to pass on to his boss.Many thoughts raced through Alda’s head as she wondered what the doctor had told Marcus. Although she knew she was indeed a virgin, she could not understand why the result scared her. She wondered if it was not about the result but the reward of the contract if she did or did not forego it.As they left the hospital, Marcus opened the car door for Alda again, and she sat in the back seat in comfort as they drove off gently. Alda saw how Marcus immediately retrieved his phone from inside his suit and pummeled the face of the phone with his finger
Marcus entered. Of course, Michael had instructed him to do so, and Alda bore witness to it. Finally, Alda had peace of mind about Michael. "He is not so bad after all," she thought. "I can cope with him for the duration of the contract," she thought again.Just as Michael had instructed, she followed slowly behind Marcus, who was now leading her towards the big dining room. Such a place Alda had never seen before."Why is the table so big?" she asked as her eyes widened at its beauty, and she let her fingers down onto the table, feeling the texture of its worth."These are so expensive! My sisters would be inclined to believe this kind of dining exists at all in the world," she said.But to every one of her questions and statements, Marcus did not answer. As for him, he must keep the instructions from the master, and whatever Alda said, he must not respond to."Hey, wife! I have a gift for you."Alda heard and was shocked. Michael had already started calling her "wife" and talking mo
There was a common expression on the faces of the five ladies who had just entered, and even though Michael had instructed Alda not to stand from her seat, she saw the expression and wondered what it was about."They are scared to serve him food. It must be because the two individuals were beaten to a pulp."Each one of the five ladies laid down the trays in their hands on the table, opened them, and the enticing aroma of the food made Alda begin to salivate even more.It was at this moment she knew she was hungry, and hence, she craved the food in her hands so much. However, at this moment, her thoughts consumed her, and she continued to ask herself what her siblings had eaten.She had left both of them in the home trailer, and she had not been home in two days now, all because they sacked her from her two jobs on the same day, and she got a new job at the Alchemy strip club. Now, she had met someone new, and she was supposed to sign a marriage contract with him."This is all for the
"We have news for you, Mother," Michael said. "Mother?" Alda thought.She could not believe that Michael's mother could look so young, judging by how big and grown Michael was. And at the same time, she could not help but wonder about her age.Although Alda had looked at Mrs Draper with some kind of respect and admiration, it was not the same as how Michael's mother looked at her."Leave us," Mrs Draper ordered, looking at Michael with some judgment, which Alda noticed and understood as something not right. But if Michael was to leave, it was a lie. Marcus had already come to Alda, and the whole place was now filled with silence even when Michael walked to the table to pour himself some wine into a glass.Marcus sent his hand forward and said nothing more.Alda understood this, and to this, she acted promptly and began walking to the exit, with Marcus following behind her.Alda could feel the sense of tension in the room as she was leaving. However, she hoped that whatever happened wo
At ten o’clock in the evening of the day, a faint blue light covered the whole stage, and rhythm and blue music kissed the atmosphere. There were over twenty drunken men grooving to the music with glasses of wine in their hands and only one stripper at the pole who continued to dance naked. Alda peeked at the man seated at the bar. It was Micheal, the only child of the popular Draper family. Even though she had never seen him in person before, his pictures were on every wall on Farland street, and his face showing too much on the news as the only heir of his father’s company would not make him stay or drink overlooked. Everybody knew he was the heir that never took the family business seriously. Or rather to say that it is mostly how he represented himself in each interview he had with different journalists. And that he had been mostly filmed without his consent, being with different girls in private rooms and published on YouTube and Instagram countless times. And now that his fa
“Are you going to f**k the bit*h, with your pig belly? A man like you can only do a fat piglet in a barn,” one man responded, staggering on his feet with his eyes closing up. It did not matter the way he almost fell to the ground, neither did it matter the way he spoke, as if he was dozing off on his feet. The man he responded to had become a subject of mockery from other men. Such demeaning words were not allowed to go without a strike in his face as immediately as the man angrily did and to which all the men gathered up on them and cheered them into a fight. This did not mean that Alda stopped dancing to the rhythm of the music and Micheal did not stop admiring her even as he lifted another shot of whiskey to his mouth. He suddenly remembered what his late father's lawyer had told him earlier. "I will fire you, you just wait, just wait for me to get married to a virgin!" he slurred as he gulped down another shot. Since Micheal took the family business with such levity hands and
Micheal staggered to his feet. He was 6ft 3 cm tall. He had curly, dark hair and dark eyes. He had an oval face and a full beard which defined his handsomeness.He was taller than every man there in the strip club that night. And when he attempted to talk, he only hiccoughed his bad breath. Everyone still stared at him, which included the waitstaffs but at the voice of the club owner, every waitstaff which included the bartender got back to work. “How can he pay such a ridiculous price to sleep with the slut?” "He did not pay more than five thousand to sleep with every three girls every other night he came. What's so special about this one?"“He looked miserable and disgusting.”“I don't like his eyes.”“I hate his shoe”“His wristwatch cannot be that expensive”Different gossip from one drunken man to another the second Micheal started walking unsteadily with his shuffling gait, swaying from right to left and left to right. Micheal did not hear all of their gossip, but the one he
"We have news for you, Mother," Michael said. "Mother?" Alda thought.She could not believe that Michael's mother could look so young, judging by how big and grown Michael was. And at the same time, she could not help but wonder about her age.Although Alda had looked at Mrs Draper with some kind of respect and admiration, it was not the same as how Michael's mother looked at her."Leave us," Mrs Draper ordered, looking at Michael with some judgment, which Alda noticed and understood as something not right. But if Michael was to leave, it was a lie. Marcus had already come to Alda, and the whole place was now filled with silence even when Michael walked to the table to pour himself some wine into a glass.Marcus sent his hand forward and said nothing more.Alda understood this, and to this, she acted promptly and began walking to the exit, with Marcus following behind her.Alda could feel the sense of tension in the room as she was leaving. However, she hoped that whatever happened wo
There was a common expression on the faces of the five ladies who had just entered, and even though Michael had instructed Alda not to stand from her seat, she saw the expression and wondered what it was about."They are scared to serve him food. It must be because the two individuals were beaten to a pulp."Each one of the five ladies laid down the trays in their hands on the table, opened them, and the enticing aroma of the food made Alda begin to salivate even more.It was at this moment she knew she was hungry, and hence, she craved the food in her hands so much. However, at this moment, her thoughts consumed her, and she continued to ask herself what her siblings had eaten.She had left both of them in the home trailer, and she had not been home in two days now, all because they sacked her from her two jobs on the same day, and she got a new job at the Alchemy strip club. Now, she had met someone new, and she was supposed to sign a marriage contract with him."This is all for the
Marcus entered. Of course, Michael had instructed him to do so, and Alda bore witness to it. Finally, Alda had peace of mind about Michael. "He is not so bad after all," she thought. "I can cope with him for the duration of the contract," she thought again.Just as Michael had instructed, she followed slowly behind Marcus, who was now leading her towards the big dining room. Such a place Alda had never seen before."Why is the table so big?" she asked as her eyes widened at its beauty, and she let her fingers down onto the table, feeling the texture of its worth."These are so expensive! My sisters would be inclined to believe this kind of dining exists at all in the world," she said.But to every one of her questions and statements, Marcus did not answer. As for him, he must keep the instructions from the master, and whatever Alda said, he must not respond to."Hey, wife! I have a gift for you."Alda heard and was shocked. Michael had already started calling her "wife" and talking mo
11. Deliver the NewsThe door to the room opened, and Marcus entered. At that moment, the doctor was no longer behind the door. "We will head to the master now," Marcus said, standing by the door. This was the message for Alda to come out of the room, which she understood.Before she walked out of the room, she looked at Marcus’ hand, but there was no result. The doctor had told him the result but did not give it to him to pass on to his boss.Many thoughts raced through Alda’s head as she wondered what the doctor had told Marcus. Although she knew she was indeed a virgin, she could not understand why the result scared her. She wondered if it was not about the result but the reward of the contract if she did or did not forego it.As they left the hospital, Marcus opened the car door for Alda again, and she sat in the back seat in comfort as they drove off gently. Alda saw how Marcus immediately retrieved his phone from inside his suit and pummeled the face of the phone with his finger
"This way, ma'am." Marcus walked, leading Alda downstairs as soon as she was dressed. She wore a perfectly fitted floral gown, which looked so beautiful on her as if they indeed made the dress for her. But the house was magnificent, and Alda continued to glance at the wall decor as she walked, following Marcus. Even though she said nothing, even at this moment, it was obvious on her face that she loved what she saw. She wanted a life of such wealth and hoped that someday her wishes would come true. Marcus opened the entrance door, and already several Rolls-Royces were waiting outside. Alda wondered if she was to get in one of those. And she was right—there were about five Rolls-Royce parked in rows. But two of them had a guard standing next to them. They were all dressed the same way. Black suit, waistcoat, inner white shirt, and a tie. Just as exactly as Marcus, and nothing different. And as soon as Marcus got closer to each of them, they bowed to him, which symbolized his posi
Alda opened her eyes to a new morning, not in her usual home trailer and the disturbing honk of the passing cars, but in a beautiful mansion she had never seen before. She blinked a few times to adjust her vision and take in the grandeur of her surroundings. The room she was in was spacious and elegantly furnished, with large windows that let in the warm golden light of the early morning sun. As she sat up in bed, she noticed a tray of freshly brewed coffee and a plate of freshly baked pastries on a nearby table. The aroma of the coffee and the sweet scent of the pastries enticed her, and she could not resist reaching out for a sip and a bite. Just as sipped, and she took a bite, Alda felt a bit of sadness in her. This was because, in all of her twenty-two years of existence, this was the first time she tasted a better-brewed coffee and better pastries. Anything she has eaten in the past which they called coffee and pastries was nothing better but burnt coffee and dry crumbs. As
Alda got into Micheal’s car as Micheal had opened the door for her. Though Alda was a poor girl, it did not mean she knew nothing about cars. She could tell Micheal drives a Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+. As on a few times, she researched car brands on her broken blackberry. Also, because of the fact that she and her siblings would sometimes shoot their heads from their home trailer’s window and poke at different cars passing, claiming that it was their own. They could all tell the differences between passing cars and their brands, even when they have their eyes closed. When Alda sat in the Bugatti, and as it was her first time of everything she thought was not possible, she loved how she felt in the car. Quickly, she peered at the high end materials used in the construction of the cabin which include leather and metal accents. She felt the seat as she squeezed the leather with her hand. She could tell it was typically hand stitched and with this, the seat mostly offered her am
In a blink of an eye, just as if the news was prepared, there was already a newscaster on the television narrating a false event about Micheal S. Draper as the heir of Walt Draper’s group. Her narration was about how the heir of Walt Draper's group patronised the strip club and was hitting the strip club owner because of a stripper. And at this moment, the face of a dancing stripper at the pole laughing like a silly cat was displayed on the television. Alda was quick to hide her face in order not to be filmed by the drunken men as she was not ready to be the talk of the city in any positive or negative manner. Micheal was still pinned on the floor being punched in the eye continuously. Also that he was not aware of anything happening on the news. “I said stop the motherf**king music.” The strip club owner shouted with spit flying out of his mouth. And though the music was stopped all in his name, it did not mean the bouncer stopped hitting Micheal. Even at this, Micheal rendered h
When Micheal heard this, the joy written on his face could not be ignored and this verily, Alda saw clearly.“But on a few conditions,” Alda said suddenly, which called Micheal back to listen. Though Micheal did not know what Alda’s condition might be, he knew he was ready to accept everything in that Alda was indeed a virgin. “I will live in your mansion, but we will sleep in different rooms. If only there were visitors, we would be affectionate. Secondly, there will be no sex throughout the lifespan of the marriage and lastly, my two siblings have the right to visit me and most importantly, my siblings must always eat at your mansion.” “Done!” Micheal agreed almost immediately as Alda had spoken. “Now, you will get tested before we both visit the family lawyer.” He furthered. When Micheal said this, he quickly peeked at Alda to check her reaction if there were any written expressions which were against being tested if she was indeed a virgin. But there was none, and he smiled. H