Chapter 6.

Victoria POV.

Sighing, I look at my closet not knowing quite what to do. I was feeling extremely exhausted, because I had stayed up all night, crying and thinking about what was going on in my life, with the whole thing with my birthday ruined and my marriage arranged. It's not the first time I've stayed up all night, I've done it before for school when there are exams or I have an important project, but last night was different, as I didn't stay up working or studying, I stayed up crying and lamenting about my horrible life all night.

I couldn't say that I had already decided what I was going to do, in a way I felt in the middle of a big predicament. My family is not doing well financially, but that doesn't mean that I practically have to prostitute myself to get a little more money for them, we are not that destitute. However... Not just for getting my grandfather's company back, but also for my brothers, I was beginning to consider it.

I mean, you just have to look at me, I have killed myself to study all through high school because I need an scholarship to go to college because if I don't get a scholarship I can't study. I don't want my siblings to do the same, I don't want them to go through this, so if I become the owner of those multi-million dollar companies, no one else will have to worry about money again; not even me.

Yes, I know, if I agree to get married I will most likely lose a year of my whole life, for the duration of my marriage to the heir of the Meyer family, thus losing all my chances of getting a scholarship, throwing all my effort of these years into the garbage. But if I become the owner of these companies, I won't even have to worry about getting a scholarship for myself, with my money I will be able to pay for the career I want at the university I want.

Is it wrong for me to only think financially in a situation like this? I don't think so, since, at this point, that's the only thing that interests me in this matter.

I should clarify that I have not yet accepted, I have thought about accepting, however... I have not yet agreed to get married. Before I accept, I must do something first.

So despite my tiredness, I am rummaging through my closet, trying to find appropriate clothes. The night before when I got home I was dressed in cheap baggy clothes, and although my clothes are not the "best" category or price, I do have one or two things that can pass for something elegant.

So after several minutes of rummaging through my items over and over again, I finally pick out a nice black sweater and a short skirt of the same color, which did seem to go well together. Putting on those clothes, I then go to the dresser in my room, where I take care of brushing and combing my brown hair, which I let loose in my back. Finished getting ready, I just put on jewelry to match my outfit, which gave the final touch to my attire.

Looking at myself in the mirror when I'm ready, I wonder if I look good enough, despite my face with tired dark circles under my eyes and my red eyes from crying so much, I wish I looked much more decent than the night before. When I feel ready, with a sigh, I just take a small bag, in which I put my wallet and my phone. Then I finally leave my room.

It was almost mid-morning, so my siblings had already left for school a while ago. But I wasn't planning on going to school that day, I would ask Jenny what they did in class in the afternoon. Walking down the stairs of my house to the first floor, I notice how my parents are still in the dining room of my house, talking to each other before going to work.

"Tory, dear..." Said my mother as she saw me pass through the main hallway of the house.

"No, don't talk to me" I tell my mother very angrily: "None of you. I don't want to listen to any of you."

I know maybe I'm being childish, but I can't help but still be angry at my parents, at the stupid reaction they had the night before. I'm their daughter, aren't I? Then they should have stood up for me, refused to let me get married, instead of reacting by lowering their heads and looking so weak in front of the Meyer family members. Remembering how they behaved the night before makes me so angry...

"Tory, where are you going?" my father asked worriedly when he sees how I take my house keys.

Approaching the entrance of the house, I just take the house keys and put them in my purse, turning to tell my father: "I'll be back in the afternoon."

I repeat, I'm too angry to talk to them, and if I tell them where I'm going it will surely lead to a conversation between us. But really, right now, I can't face something like that, I can't bear it or think about bearing it, so I'd rather be rude and leave to avoid it. I guess my parents think I'm going to school, so they don't say anything else, they just watch me leave, opening the front door of the house to go outside.

Today was a wonderful day, winter had already arrived, yet today was really beautiful weather, with the sun shining brightly in the clear sky and a lot of warmth in the air without a gust of wind. However, despite the lively and warm atmosphere, I did not feel cheerful at all, walking with my eyes lowered under the blazing sun, I could only think sadly about the fate that awaited me.

I knew perfectly well where I should go, I had never been to that part of the city, and however, I knew where it was and how to get there. So after having planned a good route to get there, I walked through my neighborhood until I reached a public bus stop, which according to the route I researched on the internet, would take me to the place where I was supposed to go.

Without having to wait too long, the bus arrives and picks up the passengers that are at the stop, which by the time we were not many. Already inside the bus, I choose a seat near the window, while with my phone I tried to locate better the destination I had to get to, while the bus was moving slowly through the city approaching me to my destination.

After a couple of minutes, we finally arrived at the business area of the city, where there are large office buildings, all from large companies in the city, which had their headquarters in that area. The bus was passing close by, so I got off at the nearest stop and had to walk the rest of the way. I for obvious reasons had never been to that part of the city before I never had any reason to come here, where there are only companies and buildings that belong to the companies, why would I visit a place like that?

However now it was important, and entering the main avenue of this area, with my phone in my hands, I show myself very attentive to the large buildings around me, looking very carefully for a specific place, which on the internet I found with photos as a large gray building with dark windows, which on its door had in large silver letters the name "DEyEV".

That is the company that belonged to the Meyers, and once belonged to my grandfather as well. So my fiancé was its current CEO.

When I finally find a said building, after a long sigh trying to give me courage, I finally enter this place through the front door. All the people inside obviously stare at me, because I am a young girl entering such a renowned company. But honestly, I don't care, if everything goes well, half of these people will be working for me in half a year.

Approaching the reception desk, I go straight to a lady standing there, saying: "Good morning, excuse me I'm here to see CEO Dominik Meyer."

Hearing me speak, the receptionist glares at me, then says: "Girl, I don't want to sound rude, but I don't think you're coming to see him, you must be mistaken."

"No, I'm not wrong, I'm coming to see him," I say confidently.

With a frustrated sigh, the receptionist tells me: "You can't see the CEO without an appointment, I'm so sorry..."

I wasn't about to give up, so I say: "Just tell him that Victoria Miller is here to see him, I assure you he's going to be interested."

The receptionist looks doubtful, but I am confident, and I am determined to talk to the man, no matter how much I have to insist.

Dominik Meyer, today I am finally going to meet you, my beloved husband...