AVA'S POV
I rolled my eyes around the ward as I woke up to the sound of soft rustling of the white sheets, tangled around my legs. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, a reminder of the accident that I had endured and the decision that had led to this moment. James. Mr. Follow-My-Desires. I rolled my eyes as thoughts of his dominating aura resurfaced through my mind. Although I’ve fully recovered, my mind raced as my thoughts tangled in series of doubts and decisions that had been unknowingly made for me. Yesterday, I had agreed to marry James Valquez, the cold hearted billionaire who had offered me an escape from a life of debt and uncertainty. Despite his cold and agonizing presence, his facial appearance, encompassed with dark blue eyes, a slim-built but perfect shape nose and rosy pink lips made my mind skip multiple beats. Reminded of this, I briefly thought about Brandon, his whereabouts-If he’s still alive. A strange wave of reality encapped me, knowing too well he isn’t going to let me live after what I owe him. I bent my head backwards, resting my head on the blue-covered pillow. Series of flashbacks ran through my mind, creating feelings of regrets and fake trust. *********** 5 years ago Mum paced to and fro around the living room.19-year old me watched helplessly from the kitchen, as I bake cookies which I’ll sell at school tomorrow to support mother’s currently financial situation. “Mum, what happened? You have been talking to yourself for the last ten minutes? Mum, is it about the light bill—” “Shut up that damn mouth up! I’m in no mood to play with you, Ava. Focus.” She said, cutting me off from my voiced concern. I stared hard onto the kitchen table top of our one-bedroom rented apartment, focusing on the cookies mum asked me to focus on. I grumbled quite loudly, knowing she would refuse my plan to meet up with Jessie and Malik. “If only Affleck’s family didn’t deprive me of my inheritance, all this problem won’t have happened. How the fuck I’m I suppose to pay the sum of three million dollars?! I should have invested in my self, before depending on his wealth.” She said with a heavy sigh. She slumped into the only comfortable chair we had. I watch mum panicked, muttering dad’s name in almost every sentence she spoke. I looked at her, pitifully remembering the lifestyle we had before dad’s death, one and half year ago. Mum struggled to keep our seven-hundred thousand dollar mansion, but later lost it to my uncles in a court case earlier this year. Most nights was dark and gloomy as Mum started drinking-a habit she condemned with her entire existence. The nine cars owned by my late father, was sold by his elder brother, the same man who promised to support our family in days of darkness and agony during dad’s dinner party of having being inaugurated as the minister of works and local power here in Simville. I slammed the kitchen knife on the cutting board fiercely in frustration, creating a loud bang. I abstractly remembered mom being force to sell her business colmgarate, as dad’s sisters filed a lawsuit claiming that her business was mainly owned by father, accompanied with further claims of having a second family elsewhere. Their claims were backed with the fact that she only conceived a daughter for their late brother. Unluckily for mum, she lost the lawsuit, having no choice than to buy the company back with a humongous loan, which she insisted to me that she has repayed it earlier this month. I further pondered over what could make her furious right now. She abruptly looked at me as she briefly maintained her gaze on my flour stained face and partially torn apron. “Put on your cloak Ava. We’re going to make a short trip to a friend of mine.” She said, abnormally calm. “Right now?” “Yes Ava. Right now.” I frowned lightly praying the mysterious trip mum has abruptly planned won’t take much time as promised, knowing Jessie and Malik would be crossed if I missed our hang out evenings for the fourth time in a row. “Put the dough inside the cupboard. We won’t be long.” She said, as if reading my mind. Grabbing my Cloak, I passed through the tiny kitchen, placing the dough tray inside the cupboard. A wash of relief flowed through me, hearing her promise. We both stepped out of our front doors into the alley way, Mum leading up front. My eyes glittered gleefully seeing my two best friends suddenly exited the building stairs and started walking towards our direction. I observed my mum acknowledged their greetings as I mouthed a “Sorry, I’ll be late but I’ll make it.” Towards their direction. Jessie reacted by shooting me with an imaginary gun, making me giggle half-heartedly. I carefully made out the sentence: “I’ll kill you if you don’t show up." from Malik, watching him place his thumb and sliding it slowly across his neck, symboling my demise. I giggled again, promising to show up in no time. Mum led me to an unfamiliar street as she climbed unto the pavement of an unknown house. She knocked gently, leaving me curious on her relation with the strange building. The door gently opened, revealing a good looking man of around age 21. “Hello, Mr. Brandon. I’ve changed my mind.” Mum said, striking confusion in my head. I looked over to find a muscular youth staring at me endlessly. I turned my head around in discomfort, observing his persistent gaze. I noticed Mum started to fidget slightly as if trying to produce harsh words. “This is Ava, My daughter. You can take her as your girl. She’s very handy. She’s—” I stared at my mom in disbelief before suddenly cutting her off. "Wait, WHAT!!?" “Mum? What’re you talking about? Is this the thing that you wanted to do? Selling me off for some reason unknown to me?” I sparked. Mon looked at me without a single word. Her unusual rage had dispersed into guilt and shame, portrayed on her face. “ In fact, no need for any explanation. I’m out of here.” I calmly said, fighting back heavy tears. My mind clouded in despair, believing this dirty of business were all extinct, but more disturbing, My mom could have it within her to do it with her only daughter. I walked quite hastily, refusing to turn back. *Ava. You can do this, there’s no need to cry.* I walked quite hurriedly from where they stood. I became relieved as a familiar doorstep followed me. Mother’s probably had her reasons. I abruptly paused as I got pulled back by someone. My eyes flickered with anger seeing Mum trembling eyes. “Your dad messed up Ava. I tried to cover it, but—” “But what? The next step is to sell your own daughter? Without telling me anything? You could have said something mum!” I said without any emotional restrictions. My defenses broke down as I started to cry. “Come here..” Mum said suddenly. I snatched her into my arms, hugging her tightly. “You could have said something mum…” I said, wailing into her arms before she suddenly pulled me out of her arms. Looking at me with tears pouring down her cheeks, she wiped my face with her woolen sleeve. “I’ll get the money soon. I’ll—” “No..Mum, No! Don’t say that! You’re not leaving me with that man!” I screamed. “Please Ava!! I could go to jail! Worse, they’ll dig up some of your dad’s past files and we both can go to jail.” “How?!” She paused with empathy portrayed blankly on her face. “Documents we’re signed under your name. My name. Our name. We could be killed by the people who have been cheated by your father, if this past records get out.” Mum explained. “Ava, I need you to listen to me, you’ll go live with him pending the time I’m back. I’ll be back sooner than you think Ava. I’ll have amass so much wealth to take care of the both of us.” She finished. “Mum! He could assault me?! How could you allow him to harm me when you know you’ll not be there to protect me!” I said, yanking her woolen coat. “Please, Ava.” She muttered. I looked at her with empathy and started to quiet myself if I was being stingy with the only help I could possibly offer to save her—to save us. Relieving me of my thoughts, mom abruptly held my hand and attempted to turn me back. I relatively accepted, as we turn back and started to hear back. “One more thing darling, you are going to be in a relationship with—” “I understand the consequences of your actions mother. I won’t forget this, talk more of forgiving you.” I coldly stated. “I’ll soon be back.” She said, looking at my direction. “I won’t still forgive you when you get back. Dad wouldn’t. But I’ll be glad if you did.” I said, without looking at her direction as we both headed back. *************** “Ava! Are you sure that’s her name? Ava!? Hello?!”Ava’s POV “Ava! Are you sure that’s her name? Ava!? Hello?!” I abruptly jolted back to reality as I noticed my assigned nurse standing beside a middle aged man, probably on his forties, holding an expensive-looking briefcase.”Ava, here’s Mr. Patrick, James lawyer.” The nurse explained. “Good morning, my name’s Mr. Patrick bob, and I’m here to—” “Issue the contracts addendum and contract clause? Yeah, already aware. Hurry with the document let me sign. I’m honestly not in the mood to argue, negotiate or listen to some terms and conditions.” I blankly said, reacting with emotions in relation to my past. The lawyer and nurse Rachel looked at me in astonishment, the shock more on the lawyer’s face. “ Okay… I guess you’re already familiar with the contract term and the obligations you—” “Contract. Now. I’m the contract partner, not you. Don’t delay me, Mr. Patrick.” I said, with no hint of humor. “Sorry my apologies, Here’s the contract clause assigned to you, Mrs.…” he sai
JAMES POV "Shall we retire to our quarters wife?" I asked, calmly. I watched as her expression changed as she yanked her hand off my grip. "Our!? What makes you think I'll sleep in the same room as you?" She scowled. "Page sixteen, sub-section four. You agreed to sleep in the same place and your approval of your intimacy was given." I started, noticing the unawareness in her eyes. "Don't tell me you didn't read that contact; because...." I started, motioning closer to where she sat. "How else am I going to ease my stress after a long day?" I said, whispering into her left ear as her eyes glittered. "Get of me..." she said, pushing me aggressively. I abruptly reach for her neck. Holding it firmly, I pulled her closer to me. "You don't get to disobey me. You have no idea what I can do to harm you." I said, tightening my grip on her neck. "You're not the first to tell me that also, you're to late, I don't care." She replied, in a series of gasp. "James, we have a—" My g
AVA'S POV “Avaaaaaaa!!” I heard distance away. “Avaaaaaaa” The commanding call cried out again. “What does he want from me this time?” I said, dropping the paramedic uniform I was ironing, in the exquisite and well furnished laundry room. Stepping out of the alley was an angry looking CEO, staring hard at me. “Good morning,” James voiced, emotionlessly. “Morning to you, also.” I replied. “Where’s my breakfast?” He snapped, his tone impatient. “And why hasn’t clementine been fed or groomed? It’s shouldn’t be the maids to do those works, now that I have you as a wife.” I adjusted my bracelets readily in chaos, while crossing my arm.”First of all, I’m not your personal chef or nanny. Secondly, if you care so much about your pet or animal, perhaps you should feed it by your self, instead of barking orders at me like a tyrant.” I froze, watching his expression turn sour. “Excuse you? But I can’t do that. Why do you think I have over Sixty maids in this mansion?” “The
JAMES'S POV The rain pelted down relentlessly, turning the city streets into glistening rivers under the harsh glare of the streetlights. A familiar figure shivered in the distance, pulling her thin coat tighter around herself. It was futile; the rain had already soaked her to the skin. The drenched figure glanced down the empty road, hoping for some sign of humanity. I observed her reaction as the low, familiar rumble of my Lamborghini Urus SUV approaching from behind. I approach her as my car decreased it’s acceleration. I watched as she turned back, her eyes portraying a glimpse of hope and dread. She turned as my luxury vehicle rolled closer, its headlights cutting through the rain like a blade. The car slowed to a crawl as it approached her, teasing her with the possibility of salvation. I sat inside with a cool detachment, the evening light portraying my facial features illuminated by the dashboard's glow. The warmth of the car’s interior was almost palpable, a stark con
The billionaire’s arrival was met with a mixture of curiosity and awe as he strode into the bustling hospital. His tailored suit and confident demeanor commanded attention, and the staff couldn’t help but stare. Dr. Ava Affleck, however, was oblivious to the commotion. She was too focused on her work, intently studying the patient's chart in front of her. “Ava,” a soft voice called out, “You have a visitor.” Ava looked up to see her colleague, Dr. Lee, hovering in the doorway. “Who is it?” Ava asked, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice. She was in the middle of a critical case and didn’t have time for distractions. Dr. Lee hesitated before responding, “It’s your… husband.” Ava’s eyes narrowed, her grip on the chart tightening. She hadn’t expected James to show up here, especially not in the middle of her shift. They had an arrangement, a contract marriage that benefited them both. James needed a respectable wife to accompany him to high-society events, and Sophia nee
AVA’S POV I fought back tears as I watched my carefree boyfriend casually throw the food I had prepared for him across the room. The plate crashed onto the rug. Stains of seasoned potatoes smeared upon the worn out rug. I remained forcefully calm, remembering that he made a significant contribution to my survival. “Go and make another bowl of porridge. Make it better this time. “He said without shifting his gaze from the PlayStation console. I paused. My heart broke into a thousand pieces as the man I onced loved—who once loved me and could do anything for me, disregarded me. “The remaining potatoes are ba—” “I won’t repeat myself again. “He cut me off. He spoke to me in a tone which most of the time if isn’t followed and obeyed, would result into punches and hard pushes. “We are out of potatoes. I’ll just make macaroni casserole instead.” My heart skipped a couple of beats. Brandon threw the dual-shock wireless controller over the rug in frustration. He abruptly stood up, t
JAMES POV I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse apartment, glazing out at the Simville skyline. The city’s vibrant energy seemed to mock me, a striking contrast to the blunt news I’d just received. “Two years, Mr. Valquez.” My doctor had said, his voice laced with empathy. ”That’s the best estimate for your condition.” The words echoed in my mind like a death sentence. My thoughts shifted to Atlas incorporation, the company I had built from scratch. Who would inherit it? My sister Emma, was incapable of managing the companies complexities. I needed a spouse. Not just anyone, but someone who could provide a healthy, intelligent and capable heir. I turned to face my trusted advisor, Rodri who stood by the door. “Find me a wife, Rodri. Someone suitable.” His expression remained neutral, but I detected a hint of surprise. “Sir, I’ll arrange for a discreet search. However, may I remind you that finding someone who meets your requirements won’t be easy.”
AVA'S POV I lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by sterile white walls and the steady beep of machines monitoring my vital signs. My mind raced with thoughts of James Valquez's proposal. Marry him for two years, and he’d cover my medical expenses. Refuse, and he’d cut me off, leaving me drowning in debt. My gaze drifted to the stack of receipts of the hospital bills, paid by James, on my bedside table. My financial struggles were no secret, but how did Ryan know? I recalled my previous conversation with him: “You owe me, Ava. Your medical bills are substantial. Refuse, and I’ll cut your treatment. I’ll make sure you struggle financially for the rest of your life.” “I know about your debt, Ava,” James had added, his voice low and menacing. “I know about your struggling paramedic job, your overdue rent. You need me.” My skin crawled. How did he dig up such personal information? I thought back to our first meeting. James had seemed charming, but now i saw him for
The billionaire’s arrival was met with a mixture of curiosity and awe as he strode into the bustling hospital. His tailored suit and confident demeanor commanded attention, and the staff couldn’t help but stare. Dr. Ava Affleck, however, was oblivious to the commotion. She was too focused on her work, intently studying the patient's chart in front of her. “Ava,” a soft voice called out, “You have a visitor.” Ava looked up to see her colleague, Dr. Lee, hovering in the doorway. “Who is it?” Ava asked, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice. She was in the middle of a critical case and didn’t have time for distractions. Dr. Lee hesitated before responding, “It’s your… husband.” Ava’s eyes narrowed, her grip on the chart tightening. She hadn’t expected James to show up here, especially not in the middle of her shift. They had an arrangement, a contract marriage that benefited them both. James needed a respectable wife to accompany him to high-society events, and Sophia nee
JAMES'S POV The rain pelted down relentlessly, turning the city streets into glistening rivers under the harsh glare of the streetlights. A familiar figure shivered in the distance, pulling her thin coat tighter around herself. It was futile; the rain had already soaked her to the skin. The drenched figure glanced down the empty road, hoping for some sign of humanity. I observed her reaction as the low, familiar rumble of my Lamborghini Urus SUV approaching from behind. I approach her as my car decreased it’s acceleration. I watched as she turned back, her eyes portraying a glimpse of hope and dread. She turned as my luxury vehicle rolled closer, its headlights cutting through the rain like a blade. The car slowed to a crawl as it approached her, teasing her with the possibility of salvation. I sat inside with a cool detachment, the evening light portraying my facial features illuminated by the dashboard's glow. The warmth of the car’s interior was almost palpable, a stark con
AVA'S POV “Avaaaaaaa!!” I heard distance away. “Avaaaaaaa” The commanding call cried out again. “What does he want from me this time?” I said, dropping the paramedic uniform I was ironing, in the exquisite and well furnished laundry room. Stepping out of the alley was an angry looking CEO, staring hard at me. “Good morning,” James voiced, emotionlessly. “Morning to you, also.” I replied. “Where’s my breakfast?” He snapped, his tone impatient. “And why hasn’t clementine been fed or groomed? It’s shouldn’t be the maids to do those works, now that I have you as a wife.” I adjusted my bracelets readily in chaos, while crossing my arm.”First of all, I’m not your personal chef or nanny. Secondly, if you care so much about your pet or animal, perhaps you should feed it by your self, instead of barking orders at me like a tyrant.” I froze, watching his expression turn sour. “Excuse you? But I can’t do that. Why do you think I have over Sixty maids in this mansion?” “The
JAMES POV "Shall we retire to our quarters wife?" I asked, calmly. I watched as her expression changed as she yanked her hand off my grip. "Our!? What makes you think I'll sleep in the same room as you?" She scowled. "Page sixteen, sub-section four. You agreed to sleep in the same place and your approval of your intimacy was given." I started, noticing the unawareness in her eyes. "Don't tell me you didn't read that contact; because...." I started, motioning closer to where she sat. "How else am I going to ease my stress after a long day?" I said, whispering into her left ear as her eyes glittered. "Get of me..." she said, pushing me aggressively. I abruptly reach for her neck. Holding it firmly, I pulled her closer to me. "You don't get to disobey me. You have no idea what I can do to harm you." I said, tightening my grip on her neck. "You're not the first to tell me that also, you're to late, I don't care." She replied, in a series of gasp. "James, we have a—" My g
Ava’s POV “Ava! Are you sure that’s her name? Ava!? Hello?!” I abruptly jolted back to reality as I noticed my assigned nurse standing beside a middle aged man, probably on his forties, holding an expensive-looking briefcase.”Ava, here’s Mr. Patrick, James lawyer.” The nurse explained. “Good morning, my name’s Mr. Patrick bob, and I’m here to—” “Issue the contracts addendum and contract clause? Yeah, already aware. Hurry with the document let me sign. I’m honestly not in the mood to argue, negotiate or listen to some terms and conditions.” I blankly said, reacting with emotions in relation to my past. The lawyer and nurse Rachel looked at me in astonishment, the shock more on the lawyer’s face. “ Okay… I guess you’re already familiar with the contract term and the obligations you—” “Contract. Now. I’m the contract partner, not you. Don’t delay me, Mr. Patrick.” I said, with no hint of humor. “Sorry my apologies, Here’s the contract clause assigned to you, Mrs.…” he sai
AVA'S POV I rolled my eyes around the ward as I woke up to the sound of soft rustling of the white sheets, tangled around my legs. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, a reminder of the accident that I had endured and the decision that had led to this moment. James. Mr. Follow-My-Desires. I rolled my eyes as thoughts of his dominating aura resurfaced through my mind. Although I’ve fully recovered, my mind raced as my thoughts tangled in series of doubts and decisions that had been unknowingly made for me. Yesterday, I had agreed to marry James Valquez, the cold hearted billionaire who had offered me an escape from a life of debt and uncertainty. Despite his cold and agonizing presence, his facial appearance, encompassed with dark blue eyes, a slim-built but perfect shape nose and rosy pink lips made my mind skip multiple beats. Reminded of this, I briefly thought about Brandon, his whereabouts-If he’s still alive. A strange wave of reality encapped me, kn
AVA'S POV I lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by sterile white walls and the steady beep of machines monitoring my vital signs. My mind raced with thoughts of James Valquez's proposal. Marry him for two years, and he’d cover my medical expenses. Refuse, and he’d cut me off, leaving me drowning in debt. My gaze drifted to the stack of receipts of the hospital bills, paid by James, on my bedside table. My financial struggles were no secret, but how did Ryan know? I recalled my previous conversation with him: “You owe me, Ava. Your medical bills are substantial. Refuse, and I’ll cut your treatment. I’ll make sure you struggle financially for the rest of your life.” “I know about your debt, Ava,” James had added, his voice low and menacing. “I know about your struggling paramedic job, your overdue rent. You need me.” My skin crawled. How did he dig up such personal information? I thought back to our first meeting. James had seemed charming, but now i saw him for
JAMES POV I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse apartment, glazing out at the Simville skyline. The city’s vibrant energy seemed to mock me, a striking contrast to the blunt news I’d just received. “Two years, Mr. Valquez.” My doctor had said, his voice laced with empathy. ”That’s the best estimate for your condition.” The words echoed in my mind like a death sentence. My thoughts shifted to Atlas incorporation, the company I had built from scratch. Who would inherit it? My sister Emma, was incapable of managing the companies complexities. I needed a spouse. Not just anyone, but someone who could provide a healthy, intelligent and capable heir. I turned to face my trusted advisor, Rodri who stood by the door. “Find me a wife, Rodri. Someone suitable.” His expression remained neutral, but I detected a hint of surprise. “Sir, I’ll arrange for a discreet search. However, may I remind you that finding someone who meets your requirements won’t be easy.”
AVA’S POV I fought back tears as I watched my carefree boyfriend casually throw the food I had prepared for him across the room. The plate crashed onto the rug. Stains of seasoned potatoes smeared upon the worn out rug. I remained forcefully calm, remembering that he made a significant contribution to my survival. “Go and make another bowl of porridge. Make it better this time. “He said without shifting his gaze from the PlayStation console. I paused. My heart broke into a thousand pieces as the man I onced loved—who once loved me and could do anything for me, disregarded me. “The remaining potatoes are ba—” “I won’t repeat myself again. “He cut me off. He spoke to me in a tone which most of the time if isn’t followed and obeyed, would result into punches and hard pushes. “We are out of potatoes. I’ll just make macaroni casserole instead.” My heart skipped a couple of beats. Brandon threw the dual-shock wireless controller over the rug in frustration. He abruptly stood up, t