Heather's POV
"What on earth do you think you're doing?! Who is going to pay these tuition fees?! You're twenty four already, Heather! You shouldn't be wasting your life in college, get married and free this family of one burden already!" My father, Uriel Stone, yelled before tossing the envelope I had given him across the room. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?! Leaching off your parents at this age! And now you have the guts to push your fees on us?" I remained still, tears slowly welling up in my eyes. I knew it was stupid of me to ask my parents for help after everything they've done for me, but I was in a tight position and they were the only people who I could ask for help. I worked multiple part time jobs, and had been able to pay for my tuition f*e for the past years. This was my last year in college, and the f*es were a lot bigger than what I had anticipated. I had saved up half of it, and needed the remaining half of the money. My parents weren't wealthy, if anything I'd say we were struggling. I had two brothers who were still in highschool. My immediate younger brother, Damian, had already abandoned school, and we hadn't heard from him in a month now. And the youngest, Edward, hadn't returned to school because we couldn't afford to pay his f*e for the term. I picked up the envelope from where it had landed on the floor, my hands trembling. Even though my father considered my education a waste of time and money, I hadn't expected him to lose his temper this much. He had been different when I was younger, and had always praised me for wanting to become a doctor. It had been his dream, but now it seemed he didn't care about it or me any longer. "This is my last year in college, I can finally get the certificate I need to practice medicine..." My voice faded when I realized that nobody was listening. Father didn’t even look at me—he just paced the room, muttering under his breath about "ungrateful children" and "wasted money." I turned my gaze to my mother, who stood in the corner with her arms crossed. She didn’t say a word. She never did when my father started yelling. She didn't do anything that would upset father, even if it was standing up for her children. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure what I was apologizing for anymore. For asking for help? For daring to dream of a better life? My father scoffed. “Sorry? Sorry won’t pay the bills, Heather! Sorry won’t put food on the table or send your brothers back to school! You’re twenty-four—when are you going to stop being a burden to this family?!” Tears blurred my vision, but I blinked them away. Crying never helped. It only made things worse. “I’ve been paying my tuition on my own for years,” I said, my voice shaking. “This is my last year. I just need a little help to finish—” "Enough of this nonsense! Enough already!" Father screamed at the top of his lungs, cutting me off. "You've wasted time and money chasing an impossible dream, and I've had enough of it. You're going to find a husband and find a way to support this family! That's the only way you can be useful to us—" I didn't let him finish, I turned towards the door and sprinted off before any of them had the chance to see me cry. It was useless staying there, all I'd get was more insults, and I wasn't sure I could take any of it anymore. I ran away from home and headed for the fields just beside our house. It was the only place I could stay and think about my life without getting interrupted by the noise from the city and my father's constant bickering. But today was not the day I was going to get any peace. Mother had chased after me, and I was sure she hadn't come to comfort me in any way whatsoever. "What do you want? Are you here to remind me of how miserable I am at twenty four?" I asked as I sniffled back the tears that wouldn't stop flowing. "Your father's right, Heather," mother started as she slowly approached me. "Forget college, there's a lot of men out there who would want to marry a beautiful girl like you, rich young men. You can really turn our lives around by getting married—" "Enough, mom! Can't you hear yourself? You're telling me to leave my dreams for money—" "Don't be selfish, Heather!" Mother cut me off sharply. "Your father and I have done enough for you already. The least you can do is help this family by getting married. Look at your younger brothers, they're wasting away because of your selfishness! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" I stared at my mother with shock in my eyes. She was completely shameless, and I couldn't believe that she would say such a thing to her own daughter. I was completely speechless, and had no idea how to reply to the things I had just heard from her. The only thing I could do was stare at her and hope that she was merely joking. "Anyway, you don't have a choice in the matter anymore! Your father and I have come to an agreement, we'll be marrying you off to the Forgers!" "What?!" I managed to voice out. "What did you just say?" "You heard me right, Heather! We're marrying you off to the Forgers! They're coming tonight, you better get ready to meet them, do not try to pull any stunts tonight, if you do, then forget about having a roof over your head!”Heather's POV I had thought everything my mother said was part of some big prank, but reality had struck when different cars pulled up in front of our house at dusk. I only needed one glance to tell me that these weren't ordinary people, and my fear had been confirmed when I laid eyes on Logan Forger, the wealthiest man in the entire city. "Welcome, Mr Forger—""Let's not waste any time, where is she?" Logan interjected before my father had the chance to properly welcome him.."Here she is, Heather Stone, my beautiful daughter." Father replied with a bright smile as he walked over to where I stood with a hung head. "Raise your head, child, I don't have time to play around." Logan commanded and I obeyed promptly. Even though I had spent the last thirty minutes crying out my eyes, mother had made sure she had covered my swollen eyes with makeup. Not once had she allowed me to put on makeup, to her it was a waste of money, but today had been different. "She's a beauty, isn't she?" F
Alexander's POV"A bride?!" I inquired as I slowly reached for my wheelchair. I had heard that my father had been up to something, but getting me another wife was not what I had intended. This was the third time in less than a year, and at this point it had become insulting and rude. I didn't need a bride, and I definitely didn't need him going out and picking random women off the streets for me anytime he pleased. Getting onto my wheelchair, I wheeled myself towards his bedroom, where I knew he would be. The tires of my wheelchair squeaked faintly against the polished floor. He could tell I was coming, and while I wished I could be more discreet, I unfortunately did not have the leisure to make that decision.Reaching his room, I pushed open his door with unrestrained rage to meet him sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Alex—” he greeted casually, as though he hadn’t just upended my life for the third time in less than a year. “I was
Alexander's POV I glared at the lady in front of me, unsure of what to make of the words she had just said. Could she not see that I was crippled? Or had she been forced to play this act by my father? "I have nothing to give you, can't you see that?" I laid out for her just in case she couldn't see that I was in a wheelchair. "If you want a child, I can't give you that. I don't know who you are, and I'm sure you don't know anything about me beyond the magazines. So what is it? What do you want? Money? How much did my father pay you—"I paused the moment I saw tears trickling down from her face. She was crying, but why? Had my words been too harsh, or was she shedding tears for a completely different reason. Perhaps she was crying at how miserable the man she had been forced to marry was. It wasn't the first time I've seen this, and it definitely wouldn't be the last.I wheeled closer to her, determined to find out why she was crying. "What is it? What's the matter with you now?" I
Heather's POV I wheeled Alexander into the doctor's office with a faint smile on my face. We had been married for a week, and while it had not been a complete bliss, things weren't as bad as I had imagined. It was difficult to please Alexander, he was angry most of the time, but deep down I knew he was a good man. His attitude had merely changed because of his accident, but I was hoping things would be different after today. It had taken me a whole week to convince him to come here. He barely left home ever since his accident, and whenever he did he always made sure to wear a disguise. He was clearly ashamed of the man he had become, but I planned to change that."This better work." Alexander nagged as we entered the doctor's office. Dr Harrington was one of my lecturers back at college, and he was a renowned orthopedist. Compared to the others that Alexander had probably been to, he might seem mediocre, but I was almost positive that Dr Harrington would help Alexander in a way that
Alexander's POV I woke up to the strong smell of antiseptic and an odd sensation in my legs—"My legs!!" My mind rampaged as my eyes immediately swung open. Swiftly, I sat up on the bed, almost scaring the nurses that had come to check up on me, and also waking Heather who seemed to be asleep. "Alexander..." She called out weakly, a faint smile forming on her lips. "Heather...my legs...I..I can feel them..." Heather's dull eyes lightened a bit with joy. "You can feel them?" she asked with a smile. I could already tell that she knew that my surgery was successful, but still wanted to play along with my reaction."Yes!" I thundered excitedly, my hands gripping the edge of the hospital bed as I willed my legs to move. It was faint, just the slightest twitch, but it was there and it had been painful. I didn't care, if anything, the pain felt exhilarating. For a whole year I hadn't been able to move these limbs. But now I could, I could feel pain, I felt complete...One of the nurses,
Alexander's POV The last seven days were undoubtedly the longest and most boring seven days of my entire life. Sure, I had company whenever Heather was around, but the moment she was gone it felt like a graveyard here. There was nothing to do but lie down and stare at the ceilings all day long. And when I wasn't staring at the ceiling, I was glaring at the setting sun on my wheelchair, wondering when I'd be able to stand and watch it like I used to before.However, today was the day I was to be discharged. And after completing my check up, and the necessary documents, I was wheeled towards the awaiting car outside by Heather who had come extra early today.She was a cheerful and hardworking lady, and although we barely knew anything about each other at the moment, I had a feeling that things would change the moment I got back home. It felt good to feel the bright morning sun on my skin once again, but above all it felt good to be going home. The happiness was evident, the smile on m
Alexander's POV I watched as the tiredness disappeared from my father's eyes the moment he seemed to realize where I was headed with everything. "W..what am I supposed to do with this?" He stammered before tossing them right back at me dramatically. "You got legs worked on, congratulations I guess—" "Don't act dumb!" I cautioned him sharply, my tone blunt and devoid of any emotion that might suggest that I wasn't being dead serious at the moment. "You consulted those doctors, you said they were the best of the best. So explain that!" I raged on, my finger pointed at the envelope in his grasp. "There's nothing to explain here. Dr Harrington was just better than them.. it's just luck..." It might be true that Dr Harrington was simply more qualified than the other doctors, but even doctor Harrington had confirmed that a well trained orthopedist would handle the surgery without much difficulty. So unless all of the doctors my father had called in the past were all illiterates,
Heather's POV "Pack whatever you need, we're leaving now!" Those were the first things Alexander said to me the moment he entered the room. He was visibly annoyed, and even though I had questions, I diligently obeyed to avoid angering him the more."Is there a reason we're leaving? You just got back from the hospital, shouldn't you rest a little bit—""Just get your things ready and stop asking questions!" He scolded me. "Okay." I whispered, hurt by his words and tone. Alexander didn't seem to care, he was clearly blinded by rage and didn't want to share his pain with me. It didn't take long for me to be done with packing, I didn't have much anyway. "I'm ready." I announced to Alex who could visibly see that I was ready. He let out a tired sigh before finally replying to me."Wait in the car, I'll be with you soon." "Is everything alright—""Just wait in the car Heather. I'm alright, don't worry about me." Alexander interrupted calmly. His tone was a lot calmer now, but I could s
Alexander's POV I used my body as a shield to keep Heather safe from whatever the fuck was happening. Were we being targeted? Or had we simply gotten caught in the middle of a gang rivalry? The former seemed to likely be the case, the restaurant seemed to be the only thing being targeted. What was going on? Was this Matthew's doing? Surely he wouldn't be this careless, would he? Although a private establishment, the restaurant was not in a secluded area, residential areas were nearby, so there was no way people wouldn't recognize his cartel. Had he sent them after me regardless of that risk? Was he really that desperate to get rid of me? "Tsk..." I lamented audibly while I held Heather tightly in my arms. It took a while for the restaurant's security to retaliate, and another five minutes before the exchange came to a halt. I didn't blame them for taking so long, this place was built for eating, not for warfare, and an unexpected attack like this was not something they could e
Alexander's POV I used my body as a shield to keep Heather safe from whatever the fuck was happening. Were we being targeted? Or had we simply gotten caught in the middle of a gang rivalry? The former seemed to likely be the case, the restaurant seemed to be the only thing being targeted. What was going on? Was this Matthew's doing? Surely he wouldn't be this careless, would he? Although a private establishment, the restaurant was not in a secluded area, residential areas were nearby, so there was no way people wouldn't recognize his cartel. Had he sent them after me regardless of that risk? Was he really that desperate to get rid of me?"Tsk..." I lamented audibly while I held Heather tightly in my arms. It took a while for the restaurant's security to retaliate, and another five minutes before the exchange came to a halt. I didn't blame them for taking so long, this place was built for eating, not for warfare, and an unexpected attack like this was not something they could easily
Heather's POV The days felt slower, and I never failed to wake up with a feeling of regret every morning. How could I not feel bad when I constantly had to wake up by the side of the man whom I had betrayed and cheated on. Matt wouldn't stop calling, and each time I saw his name on my phone screen, I was reminded about everything that happened. It felt torturous, I just wanted to forget about everything that had happened, but I just couldn't escape it no matter how hard I tried. It had been stupid of me to get involved with another man while I was married in the first place, and now I was simply paying for my mistakes. "Are you ready, yet?" Alexander inquired as he walked down the stairs, his voice effectively distracting me from my thoughts. "Y...Yes." I stammered, hoping he hadn't caught the look on my face earlier. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, concerned and scared. "Yes, we deserve it. You deserve it." He replied as he walked forward to me. Once I was within reach,
Mathew's POV Although we had a job at hand, I just couldn't stop thinking about Heather. Why did she suddenly suggest that we stop? What had happened? Did she not like me like that? Or have I simply lost my touch? It had been a full day now and I still couldn't get it out of my head. I had called her numerous times, texted her a dozen long paragraphs but she just wouldn't reply nor return my calls. I never imagined that I would be this down for a lady I had met barely a month ago. Something was just different about Heather, and I had gotten drunk on whatever pheromones she was emitting. She was all I could think about, and it was slowly driving me insane. "When do we leave, boss?" Viktor inquired, his deep voice jolting me back to reality. I had almost forgotten about our job, and I could tell that Viktor was not happy one bit with this recent development. He was already mad at me for not taking the Forgers too seriously, and that was why he had lashed out at Cynthia the other day
Alexander's POV The last thing I had expected to hear when I got up from bed was the fact that Cynthia could be a serial killer. This practically just told me that I had no idea who Cynthia really was, and it genuinely terrified me. But then again, there was a solid possibility that this man was lying. I highly doubted that he was being dishonest, but that was simply not enough to prove that he was lying. "You do not seriously think that I'll believe you, do you? I've only known you for like five minutes, and you expect me to believe that someone I've known for years is a mass murderer of old men?" I challenged, crossing my arms and staring Maxwell down. My voice was steady, but internally, I was grappling with a storm of doubt. As much as I wanted to dismiss his claim outright, there was no denying that Cynthia had definitely changed. She had many connections, and was bigger than I had imagined over the course of a year. I never really questioned her about her means of survival,
Alexander's POV Although I wanted to find who the bastard sleeping with my wife was, Matt was simply not enough information to make that dream reality. I had no idea what he looked like, and I simply didn't want to discuss that matter any further than I already have. The last I wanted was to remind myself or Heather that she had been unfaithful. Stepping on the acceleration pedal, I sped off into the highway, determined to get to work on time. I hadn't been able to get anything done the previous days thanks to my thoughts always distracting me, as well as Cynthia always coming at the wrong time. But today would be different. I had worked on those thoughts, and I was sure Heather wasn't going to cheat on me anymore, at least not in a long time. I reached the office ten minutes earlier than usual, clocked in, and immediately got to work. It was crucial that I finished on time so that I could go back to Heather and keep her company. She had said she would take a break from school for
Alexander's POV I did my best to concentrate on work, but no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't get the image of Heather kissing another guy out of my head. It had been three days since she told me about the incident, and I still couldn't get it out of my head. I had been with her the past three days, making sure that she wasn't going around playing around with other guys, as well as keeping her company and giving her all the love she deserved. While I wanted to play my part as her husband properly, I was mostly spending time with her so that she wouldn't have to go out and be with the man that had supposedly kissed her by accident. "Stop thinking about that!" I cautioned myself as I tried to focus on the tons of paperwork in front of me. It was simply impossible to not think about it, I loved Heather and I didn't want her to be taken from me. Who was this guy? What did he look like? And what exactly had he done and said to Heather? Taking a deep breath, I fell back to the c
Alexander's POV I stared at Heather with stunned eyes, unsure of how to react to what she had told me. I suspected that something like that might be going on, but I never really imagined that it would be true. "It wasn't anything serious, I think he just missed my cheeks by accident." Heather explained in a rather frantic voice after she caught the look on my face. I knew for certain that he hadn't missed her cheeks by accident, and I knew that it was definitely something serious for whoever this Matt guy is. Heather might not take it seriously, if she was really committed to the relationship, I was certain she wouldn't let me know. However, I couldn't say the same for Matt who had no idea that Heather was married. "It..it's fine, Heather, I'm not mad at you." I finally replied after a full minute of silence. She had worked up the courage to tell me, and I was really grateful for that. At least she was better than me who couldn't even think of approaching her with the truth
Alexander's POV I stared at Heather with stunned eyes, unsure of how to react to what she had told me. I suspected that something like that might be going on, but I never really imagined that it would be true. "It wasn't anything serious, I think he just missed my cheeks by accident." Heather explained in a rather frantic voice after she caught the look on my face. I knew for certain that he hadn't missed her cheeks by accident, and I knew that it was definitely something serious for whoever this Matt guy is. Heather might not take it seriously, if she was really committed to the relationship, I was certain she wouldn't let me know. However, I couldn't say the same for Matt who had no idea that Heather was married. "It..it's fine, Heather, I'm not mad at you." I finally replied after a full minute of silence. She had worked up the courage to tell me, and I was really grateful for that. At least she was better than me who couldn't even think of approaching her with the truth