All Chapters of A Contract Marriage With The Billionaire’s Mad Son: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

These days Brian had formed the habit of being lulled to sleep on my shoulders, usually after dinner. His typical shouting had reduced which informed me that, of a truth, he wasn’t healthy. The healthy Brian whom I knew so well was supposed to be ravaging the entire villa with his shrill voice and ranting, not forgetting his usual stamping of feet on the door. He was indeed sickIt was evident in his fallen, sluggish eyes, cold feeble palms and skinny neck which gave him the looks of one suffering from malnutrition. Whenever I gazed upon him, I had this burning desire that he was acutely sick and needed urgent medical attention; I looked forward to his usual yell which I was missing so much now. Some days ago he had only shouted once and the other night he never shouted at all, rather he channeled his energy to blushing and tittering within himself.When I wanted to bask in the euphoria of this new development, I was stunned when it dawned on me it was only a signal of ill health. Wh

“It gets me batty to wonder how Brian got hold of cleaver knife. I perceive you don’t know what cleaver knife is. That piece is a damn weapon; I mean one of the most dangerous tools for butchers. Who gave that shit to him? How did he get hold of such devilish weapon?” Doctor Emma queried, stared at the both of us and narrowed his gaze in an inspective manner.Fanny gave a questionable stare at me, expecting some satisfactory, implicating reply that would put an end to everything or open a new page of war.I lowered my gaze, fondled with my fingers, processing within me; all that Salsa told me about Kate and Frank being the people sneaking weapons into our chamber. I was yet to verify her assertion and although I had lost trust in Salsa yet I found unverified truth in what she revealed; I wish I had evidence. I wish I could call names with evidence. The Fanny’s were powerful people I wouldn’t want to toil with at the moment.“What do you have to say Melissa?” Fanny’s husky voice came a

“Medical diagnosis according to the medical ethics had always been a thing of privacy and whenever organ donation was to be considered the parties involved are handled privately and not to be bought over with money or by pleading traceable to emotional blackmail,” that was the voice of Doctor Emma which ended up installing fear in me than I had thought about.Just then I lowered my gaze to stare at the sizeable picture of Brian which had been in my hold from the moment I stepped into the limo to drive down to the hospital. Gently I sniffed at good memories and it was as though I had lost him; as though I was just seeing the last of him. at such thought my heart had skipped and I began to administer life into him. And Firmly I rebuked thought of losing Brian; such thought had panged at me more often these days.Doctor Emma went on to tell us although we were family and wanted the wellbeing of Brian, any donor found eligible would only agree to donate his or her kidney based on willful

Never in my life had I contemplated to go under the knife, even when my mother had similar kidney failure, we were lucky to get a free kidney donor, yet regardless I was so eager to donate a kidney to my mother the same I felt for Brian now. I could feel a ravaging obsession growing in me; it was more than I thought; perhaps I was being more cautious than obsessed.To an extent I had seen fate playing and dominating this marriage. Why hadn’t I seen him all this while? Why did I see him on my way to Ohio? Why did I yell at the train operator to grant me exit when he wouldn’t; even after they warned me the mountain was the natural dwelling for deadly beasts and I could be lynched. I was yet to understand the mystery behind those decision and action I took.“Doctor, I hope my husband is much okay now,” I said from my hospital bed, under the drip bag, watching as the other bag with blood let some infusion in my veins. I had a grin face because the incision they made across my belly still

I was in my chambers the other night when I overheard a whispering at my window, and when I cast my stare it was Salsa. I knew she was out for gossip and having discovered the rear entrance to my chambers, she often frequented my chamber these days unlike before, when one must pass through Brian’s chamber to get to mine.“You know it is the annual financial record meeting for the Fanny’s and soon Fanny Luis will invite all of you,” she mumbled and forced a smile.I raised a brow, “What has it got to do with me? I am not part of the Fanny’s.” I walked to the side of the jug, “Coffee?” I asked, and once I got a nod from her, I poured for two, and handed her a cup.“Melissa, it is high time you started seeing yourself as part of this family. Hope you know you are supposed to go by the name Melissa Fanny and not Brant. But at the hospital you still used Brant,” Salsa sounded.I paused, winked in guilt and snorted, “perhaps it never occurred to me.”“Heh, I can see it in your eyes. Obsessi