Samantha.
One Week Later. “I love these curls,” I said to the hairstylist before turning my attention to my mother. “You are the best mother in the entire universe,” I stretched out my left hand and she carefully slid a bracelet on it. “This is so beautiful!” I added. My mother rolled her eyes in a prideful manner. “I regard this bracelet as a treasure, Samantha. I have kept it age-long for this special day of yours.” Her voice was filled with elation. “This bracelet was given to me by my mother on my wedding day, you know. And years later when the ultrasound confirmed your gender to me during a few months of conception, I told myself that I would pass it to you on your wedding day, too.” I gave a toothless smile because my make-up artist was lining my lips. The hotel room was quite airy even though a few numbers of professionals were inside, styling me for my wedding ceremony. I wasn't sure if it was my husband-to-be or someone else that made the choice of this particular hotel, but whoever it was definitely had a peculiar taste in luxury and class. The ambiance of the hotel was heaven-like and breathtaking. I sat down cross-legged imagining the turn my life was about to take. In a few hours from now I would be addressed as Mrs Ethnan, the wife of a handsome, famous billionaire heir. A beep from my phone interrupted my thoughts and I quickly grabbed my phone from the bed. A message from Ethnan, I thought. But, disappointment flushed my stomach when I saw that it was a notification from one of the newsletters I had subscribed to. I dashed over to the balcony, my beaded wedding gown trailed behind me, creating a soft rustling sound. “Samantha, are you okay?” My mother asked, coming after me. “Why hasn't Ethnan spoken to me for once?” I stared vacantly into the distance. “It's been a week since he came to you and professed his undying love for me, Mother.” “You know his status, don't you? He can be busy. Very busy.” She placed a hand on my shoulder. “Why do you have to worry whether Billionaire Ethnan has spoken to you or not, when you will be exchanging wedding vows with him in a few hours time?” I made an attempt to say something else, but she hushed me up. “You are getting married to your dream man today and that's all that matters, Samantha. You have forever to spend with Enthan, remember?” A warm smile brightened up my face. “Mrs Ethnan in a bit.” I declared to myself cheerfully and turned back into the room. ********************************** “No way!” I blurted, feeling unsure of my eyes as I stepped inside the Bentley that was parked outside the hotel. The last person I expected to see when I was ushered inside the car by the escorts was Ethnan, but here he was, sitting in an intimidating posture, wearing a darker shade of glasses that gave off an air of misery. A weighty breath escaped my mouth when I made an attempt to speak, embarrassing me. With the Bentley's engine purring softly, we drove away from the hotel premises. I fixed a curious gaze on Enthan, waiting for him to speak so as to kick-off a hearty conversation that would keep us lighthearted along the way. Wasn't that what soon-to-be-weds do? Chit-chat and laugh a lot. I scanned his outfit keenly. His suit was tailored to fit his perfect body. He emitted a magnetic aura that was impossible for me to deny. Even though he hadn't said a word yet, I felt as though I were locked between his hugging arms because I could feel my chest tightening with a swell of an unidentifiable pressure. “Ethnan, it's the best day of our lives.” I finally said, and the realization that it was the first time I had ever spoken to him made me a bit uncomfortable. He tilted his head toward me and remained silent. How could a human be all round perfect in his physics? I wish I could tell him that he was my kryptonite and everything I desired in a man. I was lost in a train of thoughts until the car screeched to a halt at the front of the wedding venue. Ethnan finally spoke, “Here we are!” His voice was crisp. “One of my men will help you out of the car, Samantha. I'm trying to avoid the press.” We maneuvered the hovering crew around us and got to the hallway of the magnificent building. The atmosphere was electric; charged with soft music. Colorful lights spilled from every angle, creating dazzling scenery. “Shall we?” Ethnan spoke from behind, his warmth breath poured on my nape. He arched his right arm and I quickly curved my hand into it, and together we walked inside the hall. After a few refreshing activities were done we were set to exchange our wedding vows. On the front row were my mother, an old man whom I learned was Enthan's father, and a few of our immediate families’ members, all looking cheerful and happy. “It's time to say the vows,” Said The Officiant. Ethnan pinned a bland gaze on me as he took my hands into his. Subsequently, me and Ethnan repeated each and every word uttered by The Officiant, our voices rumbling through the microphone. “So, I pronounce you husband and wife.” He concluded. “You may kiss your bride.” Ethnan drew closer to me and cupped my cheeks in his palms. His touch was spellbinding so I Instantly shut my eyes and parted my lips slightly. “Samantha,” He breathed. “It's a wrap then.” He gently pulled away and my eyes fluttered open.Ethnan's POV.Inhaling a sharp breath, I ripped my hand away from Samantha's hold as soon as the wedding ceremony was over. At the speed of light I hurried to my car. “Start the car!” I ordered my driver. Samantha stood frozen as the car slowly drove past her. The confusion that lodged in her eyes stabbed my heart with guilt, but I had to remind myself that I owed her no obligation to accord her any form of spousal courtesy. She knew the deal she signed up for, and so did I. From the rear mirror I could see how dazed she looked, her mother stood next to her, looking happy and cheerful. But, I couldn't help but notice Samantha's appearance that was enchanting—the wedding gown gave her the look of a goddess. I wiped my hand across my face to distract my attention, before pulling out my phone from my side pocket. Dialing one of my boys’ numbers, I watched impatiently as the phone rang. “You came with the Mercedes Benz to the wedding venue, yeah?” I asked the moment he got on the phone.
Samantha.“My concern isn't about the alternative name my husband gave me, Mother. Did you know he hasn't consummated our marriage yet?” My voice thundered through the phone. “What the hell is happening?”The other end of the phone went still as if my mother had cut off until I heard her clear her throat. “Why are you so worked up over sex, Samantha? Why?”Dazed by the unexpected question, I struggled to find my voice. “Mum, it's the 5th day since our wedding and yet my husband hasn't made love to me. In fact the last time I set my eyes on him was on our wedding night where he spoke to me in an unclear manner.”“Samantha…Samantha….” She repeated my name over and over, but I remained silent.“I know you can hear me anyway…. I urge you to be calm and give your husband time, okay?”“For how long, mother?” I choked on my tears. “No intimacy, no form of connection….”“Your husband made the headlines this morning for losing over a million dollars in a failed business deal and there you are,
Samantha. Five Years Later in Chicago. “Get up already, Atlas.” I ran my hand through my son's hair as he snuggled close to me on the bed, sleeping. Stretching his body, he blinked his eyes open. “Mummy,” His sleepy voice sounded like a whisper, filling me with the memories of Ethnan—how he sounded on that fateful day, speaking in an unsteady tone, holding onto a bottle of whiskey before he sank into my arms. “Can I go with you to work today?” Atlas's question bore some emotions. I held my breath for a while as I caught his questioning gaze. “No, you can't, Atlas. I am meeting my boss for an important meeting this morning.” I could hear Atlas murmuring when I rushed inside the bathroom for a quick shower, but I ignored him and turned on the shower. “Crying? No, boy.” I blurted when I stepped out and saw Atlas facing down on the bed, sobbing. “I want my daddy.” His eyes were glassy with tears. “Where is he?” “Don't cry, boy,” I said in a weighty tone, cupping my hand on his
Samantha.I finally found my voice after it took me forever to overcome my surprise. “Tell me this is a wild joke, mother.” I rolled my eyes.My mother chuckled before she let out a throaty laughter. “I mean it, Samantha. The billionaire heir, Ethnan, will be paying us an official visit tonight.”“Ethnan? The famous billionaire heir?”She nodded, smiling.I cupped my palms over my mouth as past memories flashed before my eyes. I could vividly see how I used to squirm like a distressed worm each time I saw Ethnan's face on the television, briefing about his multi-billion dollar real estate company. Sometimes I had to fight the urge not to lick the television's screen as his charming face filled the screen. Ethnan, the most admirable bachelor in New York City, will be paying us an official visit? Unbelievable! What girl wouldn't be attracted to a man like Ethnan? He's smart, incredibly charming, successful, and famous. Excitement swept me off my feet as I pulled my mother in for a fier
Ethnan's POVHow poor could this family be to live in such a tatty house? Questions started playing out in my mind as I followed Mrs Rebecca upstairs.“The deal is simple, Mrs Rebecca.” I blurted as we stepped inside the room. “If your daughter agrees to my terms I will clear your family debt and erase every trace of poverty from your lineage.” Authority reeked from my voice unintended.“Mr Ethnan, do not mind my inquisitiveness.” Her voice was shaky as she averted her gaze and let it fall on her feet. “Could you brief me what the terms are like?”“Under a non-disclosure agreement, your daughter will become my proxy wife until my father passes away.” I paused, looking at her face to get her reaction. “And through the course of her stay in my house there will be no intimacy between us and she won't discharge a slight of spousal duty for me.”A suffocating stillness lingered and I could feel my patience trimming out. “Would you call her in to sign the agreement? I have other things to
Samantha. Five Years Later in Chicago. “Get up already, Atlas.” I ran my hand through my son's hair as he snuggled close to me on the bed, sleeping. Stretching his body, he blinked his eyes open. “Mummy,” His sleepy voice sounded like a whisper, filling me with the memories of Ethnan—how he sounded on that fateful day, speaking in an unsteady tone, holding onto a bottle of whiskey before he sank into my arms. “Can I go with you to work today?” Atlas's question bore some emotions. I held my breath for a while as I caught his questioning gaze. “No, you can't, Atlas. I am meeting my boss for an important meeting this morning.” I could hear Atlas murmuring when I rushed inside the bathroom for a quick shower, but I ignored him and turned on the shower. “Crying? No, boy.” I blurted when I stepped out and saw Atlas facing down on the bed, sobbing. “I want my daddy.” His eyes were glassy with tears. “Where is he?” “Don't cry, boy,” I said in a weighty tone, cupping my hand on his
Samantha.“My concern isn't about the alternative name my husband gave me, Mother. Did you know he hasn't consummated our marriage yet?” My voice thundered through the phone. “What the hell is happening?”The other end of the phone went still as if my mother had cut off until I heard her clear her throat. “Why are you so worked up over sex, Samantha? Why?”Dazed by the unexpected question, I struggled to find my voice. “Mum, it's the 5th day since our wedding and yet my husband hasn't made love to me. In fact the last time I set my eyes on him was on our wedding night where he spoke to me in an unclear manner.”“Samantha…Samantha….” She repeated my name over and over, but I remained silent.“I know you can hear me anyway…. I urge you to be calm and give your husband time, okay?”“For how long, mother?” I choked on my tears. “No intimacy, no form of connection….”“Your husband made the headlines this morning for losing over a million dollars in a failed business deal and there you are,
Ethnan's POV.Inhaling a sharp breath, I ripped my hand away from Samantha's hold as soon as the wedding ceremony was over. At the speed of light I hurried to my car. “Start the car!” I ordered my driver. Samantha stood frozen as the car slowly drove past her. The confusion that lodged in her eyes stabbed my heart with guilt, but I had to remind myself that I owed her no obligation to accord her any form of spousal courtesy. She knew the deal she signed up for, and so did I. From the rear mirror I could see how dazed she looked, her mother stood next to her, looking happy and cheerful. But, I couldn't help but notice Samantha's appearance that was enchanting—the wedding gown gave her the look of a goddess. I wiped my hand across my face to distract my attention, before pulling out my phone from my side pocket. Dialing one of my boys’ numbers, I watched impatiently as the phone rang. “You came with the Mercedes Benz to the wedding venue, yeah?” I asked the moment he got on the phone.
Samantha.One Week Later.“I love these curls,” I said to the hairstylist before turning my attention to my mother.“You are the best mother in the entire universe,” I stretched out my left hand and she carefully slid a bracelet on it. “This is so beautiful!” I added.My mother rolled her eyes in a prideful manner. “I regard this bracelet as a treasure, Samantha. I have kept it age-long for this special day of yours.” Her voice was filled with elation. “This bracelet was given to me by my mother on my wedding day, you know. And years later when the ultrasound confirmed your gender to me during a few months of conception, I told myself that I would pass it to you on your wedding day, too.”I gave a toothless smile because my make-up artist was lining my lips.The hotel room was quite airy even though a few numbers of professionals were inside, styling me for my wedding ceremony. I wasn't sure if it was my husband-to-be or someone else that made the choice of this particular hotel, but
Ethnan's POVHow poor could this family be to live in such a tatty house? Questions started playing out in my mind as I followed Mrs Rebecca upstairs.“The deal is simple, Mrs Rebecca.” I blurted as we stepped inside the room. “If your daughter agrees to my terms I will clear your family debt and erase every trace of poverty from your lineage.” Authority reeked from my voice unintended.“Mr Ethnan, do not mind my inquisitiveness.” Her voice was shaky as she averted her gaze and let it fall on her feet. “Could you brief me what the terms are like?”“Under a non-disclosure agreement, your daughter will become my proxy wife until my father passes away.” I paused, looking at her face to get her reaction. “And through the course of her stay in my house there will be no intimacy between us and she won't discharge a slight of spousal duty for me.”A suffocating stillness lingered and I could feel my patience trimming out. “Would you call her in to sign the agreement? I have other things to
Samantha.I finally found my voice after it took me forever to overcome my surprise. “Tell me this is a wild joke, mother.” I rolled my eyes.My mother chuckled before she let out a throaty laughter. “I mean it, Samantha. The billionaire heir, Ethnan, will be paying us an official visit tonight.”“Ethnan? The famous billionaire heir?”She nodded, smiling.I cupped my palms over my mouth as past memories flashed before my eyes. I could vividly see how I used to squirm like a distressed worm each time I saw Ethnan's face on the television, briefing about his multi-billion dollar real estate company. Sometimes I had to fight the urge not to lick the television's screen as his charming face filled the screen. Ethnan, the most admirable bachelor in New York City, will be paying us an official visit? Unbelievable! What girl wouldn't be attracted to a man like Ethnan? He's smart, incredibly charming, successful, and famous. Excitement swept me off my feet as I pulled my mother in for a fier