Bryan's POV
"Argh!" I let out softly, my forehead furrowing as I tried to sit up, holding my head which was pounding furiously. The scent of the early morning sun rays and its warmth mixed with the scent of the sunflowers sitted calmly in the ceramic vase close to my window filled the room. As I stretch lazily, blinking away the haze of sleep still heavy on my eyes, I realize I'm not alone. A woman is lying next to me, the sheets pulled up to her chest. "Hassshh!" I sighed as I struggled to recall the events of last night's party. I had gone out like every other night, and had returned drunk. Quickly, I tap her shoulder. "Get up," I say gruffly, "It's time to go." "Uhmmm…" She muttered softly, her tone showing she was still very much sleepy. "I need more sleep." "Yesterday night was so good that it took all my strength away." She added, a flirtatious smile appearing on her face as she ran her hands across my hairy chest. "Get up and leave!!" I growled with a frown. "Fine!" She snapped, "Can I at least use your bathroom first?" she asked. "Why?" I grinned scornfully. "Don't be ridiculous. "You know the rules. This was a one-night stand. Now get dressed and get out." She huffs as she begins to gather her clothes. I watched her, impatient for her to leave. Quickly, I drew out my brown leathered wallet and threw some bundles of money for her. "Take this," I uttered scornfully. "Hey! Don't forget your stuff," I added, gesturing to her purse she had forgotten to pick up. Fuming with anger, she glared at me, but I ignored her as she scurried out of the room. "Finally! Some peace and quiet." I soliloquized as I collapsed back onto my bed but then I heard the door open again. "Didn't you hear get out?" I yielded immediately, but on seeing my grandfather, Jonathan Rodriguez step into the room, I mellowed. "Ohh!" I voiced. His face was contorted in anger as his eyes burned red. You're not getting away with this behavior," he bellows, obviously thinking I'm still with the woman. "Grandfather," I start, surprised to see him standing there. "I wasn't expecting you..." He cuts me off. "I don't care who you were expecting. I'm here to make an announcement about the decision I have made for your future, and you're going to listen whether you like it or not." "I won't be spoken to like this," I growled, but my grandfather was not intimidated. "You have no choice," he growled back. "I've made my decision. Now listen! You're getting married." "What?" I echoed, trying to make sense out of the words my grandfather let out. "How?" "That's not all," my grandfather continued ignoring my reactions. "And until you prove to me that you're a responsible adult and provide an heir for our family, you're going to be cut off from the family fortune." "What?" I barked. "You can't be serious! That's outrageous!" He shakes his head. "You've brought this upon yourself with your irresponsible behavior, Bryan." He paused for a few seconds, and continued, "If you want access to your inheritance, you're going to have to earn it." "What do you mean to earn it?" I asked, my eyes firing triggers at him. "Well, you can start by coming back to work for the family company," he continues. "I'll provide a monthly stipend, but only if you work for it. No more partying and wasting your life away. You're an adult now, and it's time you started acting like one." My fist clenched as I fumed in anger. How dare he treat me like this? I asked beneath my breath. "You can't do this," I let out. "I won't let you." "You're in no position to argue," he replied. "It's done. "And if you think you can defy me," he continues, his voice colder than ever, "remember that I'm the one with all the power. I built this company from the ground up, and I can take it all away with a snap of my fingers. You'd be nothing without me." I struggle to contain my rage. I know he's right, but I can't stand the idea of being controlled like this. It was outrageous, but I had no choice. I couldn't afford to be without my inheritance. "Fine," I say through gritted teeth, folding my hands into a fist. "I'll work for you. But don't expect me to enjoy it." My grandfather nodded curtly. "I'm not asking you to enjoy it. I'm asking you to do your duty. And if you can prove yourself, if you can make something of yourself, then maybe, just maybe, I'll consider restoring your inheritance." I glared at him with a clenched jaw. But I know he's right. I have no choice but to accept his terms. "Fine! Not like I have any choice." I spat angrily in agreement after letting out a deep, resigned sigh. "Good," my grandfather replied, a mischievous grin laced in his face. "You can start by moving out of this penthouse and into the townhouse I've arranged for you. And make sure you clean up your act, because the girl will be arriving tomorrow. Tomorrow?" I stuttered, my eyes widened in shock. "You expect me to be ready to meet whoever this girl is in less than 24 hours?" My grandfather shrugged. "I'm not asking you to love her, just to marry her. You have a duty to this family, and I expect you to fulfill it." My clenched jaw tightened as I stared at him. "I can't do this," I say, my voice low. "This is too much, too fast. I need more time to adjust." But my grandfather remains unmoved. "You've had plenty of time to 'adjust' to your responsibilities, and you've wasted it. Now it's time to grow up, to face the consequences of your actions. You will marry Emelda tomorrow, and that's final." He spat through his gritted teeth. I turn away, unable to look at him any longer. "Wait a minute," I said, my voice dripping with suspicion as I thought. "You know who Emelda is, don't you? You planned this. You arranged for me to marry her." My grandfather's expression was impassive as he stood still, not uttering a word. But there was just something in his eyes. Something that was hard to figure out. I couldn't tell what he was up to. "You're using me." I spat, my blood boiling. "What are you up to?" I asked. Silent and unconcerned, my grandfather shrugged, as he walked towards the door. Stopping in his tracks, he turned to face me. His expression changed. Jonathan Rodriguez smiled, a cold, sinister smile. "Pick yourself up and get ready."
(Jonathan's POV) I sat on the edge of my bed as I dial the caretaker's number, my mind filled with the events of the past hour. Dealing with Bryan is always draining. As the phone rang, my eyes drifted to the framed photograph on my bedside table. It was a picture of my son, Bryan Jr's father and his wife, smiling and happy. They were the picture of perfection, the embodiment of everything I had worked for. But all that had been taken from me in an instant, in the blink of an eye, in the crash that had claimed their lives and left me a broken man. "Good afternoon sir." The caretaker's voice echoed through the phone. I swallowed hard the rising thoughts of my dead son, recollected my thoughts and focused on the task at hand. "Good afternoon," I replied, my voice terse and businesslike. "I need to discuss a matter of some urgency." The caretaker, accustomed to my no-nonsense tone, quickly agrees to meet with me. "Of course, Mr. Rodriguez," he answered. "Is there anythin
(Jonathan's POV) "You can stop here," I uttered softly to my driver, who like the caretaker had served me for years. "I wouldn't want to draw any attention to myself." "Okay sir," he responded, parking the car a few meters away from the bus stop. My skin was instantly grazed by the hotness of the sun as I stepped out of the limousine and began to walk towards the commercial bus that was still taking in commuters. "You can sit over here sir," a young teenage boy gestured towards me as I scouted for a seat. "Oh, thank you." I nodded, a faint smile visible on my face. As the wheels of the bus began to move, my mind wandered back to that fateful day when I met Emelda. It was one year to the day since I'd lost my son and daughter-in-law in a car accident, and filled with grief and sad memories of them both, I'd sought solace in the bottom of a bottle in a bar which I later found out was owned by Emelda's stepmother. The liquor had numbed my senses, dulled my pain, but only fo
Emelda's POV As I walked into my room, my stomach gave out a rumbling noise, accompanied with a sharp pain. It was obvious; hunger pangs. I hadn't eaten since the previous night and it was past noon already. Holding my stomach so tightly, I collapsed onto the bed as my aching muscles due to cleaning and cooking yearned for rest. I was exhausted and it was clearly visible on my face. Just as I'm about to drift off to sleep, the door opens, and my stepsister, Natasha, barged in. "Emelda," she snapped, her voice shrill and accusatory. "Why haven't you cleaned my room yet?" Rubbing my eyes, I sat up, "I was busy," I replied, my voice quiet. "Busy?" Natasha repeated, her voice dripping with disgust. "Busy doing what, exactly? You're just simply lazy, Emelda, a worthless little servant." I bit my lip as I tried to hold back the anger rising within me. "I'm not lazy," I answered back, my voice stronger now. "I work hard for this family, and I deserve some respect." Natasha's
Emelda's POV It was two in the afternoon when the cab which carried us from the bus park came to a halt in front of an old dilapidated apartment complex. "We are home, " Jonathan announced before stepping out of the vehicle and walking over to the other side of the car to help me out. As my silver sandal heel kissed the floor, a knot of dread tightened in my stomach. I stood still for some time as I looked around what was now my new environment and new home. I was jolted back to reality immediately Jonathan who had been talking to the cab driver tapped me softly on my shoulders. "Shall we?" He beckoned, a weathered smile on his wrinkled face. He was a good man, but I couldn't help but feel disgusted that he had gone past me and made a deal to marry me, like I was a property easily sold and bought. Still overwhelmed, I only nodded as I followed him. As we made our way up the stairs, the stairwell leading up to his unit reeked of stale cigarette smoke and mildew, and t
Emelda's POV The world stood still as Jonathan's words rang in my ears for the upteempth time. "I'm going to take a quick nap. I would leave you two to solve your father-in-law and Daughter-in-law squabble." Bryan who had been on his phone uttered as he let out a scornful laughter. Ignoring Bryan, my mind focused on Jonathan's words which echoed in my head, a deafening buzz that drowned out all rational thought. Bryan. Not Jonathan. My husband. My mind reeled, struggling to process the new information. As I stood staring blankly at Jonathan, anger and betrayal welled up like a tidal wave, sweeping away all reason and sense I had. I lashed out, my words hot as the flames as I accused Jonathan of treating me like a possession–a property he could just toss around. I poured out the resentment I had held up inside, letting my raw emotions flow like an untamed river. Suddenly, I realized what I was doing and I caught myself, my voice softening. I had gone overboard with my w
Emelda's POV I jolted awake by the sound of a loud voice and a sharp tap on my shoulder. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty!" The voice called out. It was Bryan's, his tone mocking and aggressive. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sat up, the room still swimming in a haze of grogginess. "What's going on?" I asked, my voice thick with sleep. "Is this how you sleep?" Bryan smirked, his voice dripping with contempt. "Wow, you sleep like the dead. Guess that means you won't be nagging me in the middle of the night, huh?" I ignored his jab, climbed out of bed and smoothed down my hair. "It's late," I said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Dinner should be ready soon." Bryan scoffed. "Yeah, well, I'm starving. What is there to eat?" Swallowing the retort rising in my throat, I headed to the kitchen. I opened the old wooden cupboard to find a bag of rice and some tinned vegetables. Not exactly a five-star meal, but it'll have
Bryan's POV My teeth clashed in anger and my mind seethed with rage as I stormed out of the house, leaving Emelda still standing in shock. I knew my words cut through her but I didn't mind. It was a dumb idea agreeing to whatever my grandfather had told her. I pushed the door leading to the stairs open with such force that it slammed against the wall, sending a reverberating noise across the empty stairwell. Still enraged, I take the stairs, two at a time, my footsteps echoing in the dank and dingy stairwell. As I rounded the corner to the ground floor, my hand brushed against something sticky and rough. Realizing it was a cobweb, I let out a cry of disgust. The cobweb dangled like a ghostly specter from the ceiling. Filled with disgust, I furiously shake my hand, wiping the cobweb's residue on the almost rusted metallic rail. "Disgusting," I muttered under my breath, my irritation boiling over. “This place is a dump, just like everything else in my life right now.” I
(Bryan's POV) As the car pulled up at my destination, a deep feeling of joy and excitement washed over me. I was ready to party and get wasted. I had had enough for the day, and this was the only way I could release all the piled up stress. "Have a great night, Sir." The driver uttered, his face beaming with joy as he counted the money I paid, including the extra tip I gave him. As I stepped out of the Uber, I tried my best to hide my embarrassment. I couldn’t let anyone know the real reason why I wasn’t driving my own car. Immediately I dismissed the driver, I caught sight of my friend, Luke, strolling towards me. “Hey, Bryan! Where’s your ride at?” he asked, jokingly. “Thought you’d show up in your flashy car. I know how you love her so much and always want to show her to the world.” I let out a forced laugh. “Oh, she’s getting some TLC at the mechanic’s,” I lied, trying to sound casual. “Just giving my baby a treat.” Luke chuckled. “You and that car of yours, man. It’s lik