Convenience Marriage: Husband Is Out Of Love

Lisa's POV

I have a bone to pick with my mum. Her call to me just now is really confusing. She's demanding that I come to meet her immediately at her place of work.

I get to the company and I'm standing on the opposite side. It's Trevor Enterprises, known to be one of the richest establishments in the world. Except that, the owner of the company is a real clotpole. I don't know so much about the owner's son though. Mum wouldn't tell me that much. I see my mum just outside the door and I cross over to meet her.

"Mum you sounded terrible over the phone and you made my heart jump," I say to Mum.

"Oh sweetie, I didn't mean to scare you. It's just, that your father's condition is getting worse. The hospital called and said your father needs to undergo surgery." She responds.

I feel devastated and sad. I know my family doesn't have the money to pay for my father's surgery. I know if he doesn't get operated on, it could increase his chances of dying.

"But, isn't the surgery supposed to eradicate the problem in his throat?" I say to mum.

"It is. If the problem isn't taken care of soon, he could die." My mum says, with a teary voice.

I feel so terrible. I tell my mum that we're going to figure something out. I tell my mum that I intend to pick a dog walking job, and also work morning shifts at the diner opposite our apartment.

Mum gasps! " No, honey. I.. I'm doing the work. If you work two jobs, you'll get worn out." Mum grimaces as if she is disappointed in her inability to provide for my father's surgery. I understand her feelings and I comfort her.

"It's.. it's gonna be alright mum. I can't let you do it all by yourself, besides I'm not a kid anymore. " I say, and wink at my mum to encourage her. It seems to be working so I turn to leave. I intend to walk straight to the diner and offer to work for them. Whatever I make, I'll save till it's enough for Dad's surgery. But how much can I save in so little time??

On my way, I have no idea that I'd been spotted by a certain someone who's taken a dangerous interest in me.

Lucian's POV

I spot a girl with long, silky black hair talking to a janitor in my company. She's really beautiful and I'm struck. I ask my assistant who she is and he informs me.

"She's the daughter of Mrs Young."

As I step out of the car, I remain, gazing at the petite beauty.

"I wonder what her body tastes like."

I say and I notice my assistant roll his eyes. I mutter, "idiot."

Making my way into my office, I spot Mrs Young continuing with her cleaning but wearing a long face. Normally I don't care, but the sight of her gorgeous daughter makes me a little warm so I ask her why she's sad.

"What's the matter...." I stutter a little because I don't really know her name.

"Mrs Young." My assistant whispers quickly to me.

"Mrs young?"

She doesn't notice my confusion so I'm glad.

"It's nothing, sir. I'm alright sir."

I'm disgusted at her reservation. Pfft, I only tried being nice not that I was really bothered about the well-being of a poor person. I scoff under my breath and walk away.

Imaginative glimpses of Mrs Young's daughter fill my mind and it appears I'm troubled. As I'm in the elevator, I tell myself to remain calm.

Mrs Young's POV

I'm perturbed. I have thoughts swimming through and from my head. My husband could die at any moment if I didn't supply the money for his surgery. I'm almost cursing away at myself when I recollect that my boss has asked about my well-being.

In fact, I'm shocked he did so but I'm encouraged. I feel I can ask him for help. Even if he wouldn't help me, it would be best to take the risk. I ready myself and head out to his office located on the highest floor of the building.

While in the elevator, intrusive thoughts trouble me and cause me to second-guess my intentions. I think of suspending my request but the heaviness of my situation advises me otherwise.

Finally, I get to the highest floor and exit the elevator. It is time for me to boldly make my request. I wonder whether I could get fired.

Lucian's POV

"Come in."

Mrs Young proceeds into my office. I'm a little stunned to see that she was the one knocking.

"You could have met my assistant if it was this urgent." I say to her, a little bit annoyed.

"Yes sir, I know we lower member workers should not tread these paths. I also know that our requests should be passed through the secretary or your assistant, if it's very urgent." She responds with an understanding attitude. My annoyance is a little reduced, seeing that she knows her place.

"So why are you here?" I ask.

"Sir you asked how I was doing before."

Does this woman think I have a crush on her, just because I asked about her wellbeing? This should be interesting. I'm amused at her approach. She notices my smile and quickly recoils, as if she's lost the will to proceed .

I nod in encouragement..." Go on.."

"My husband is very sick. He's been for a while so he's been staying at the hospital. "

She says.

My gaze is fixed on her now, keenly interested in her intention. I'm amused when I'm able to guess what she wants.

"Majority of my paycheck had been going to his hospital bills. My daughter, I mean my daughter is so patient and understanding. She's managing the life I can give her. I'm grateful but it also hurts because there's so much I-" she's babbling on and on that I just interrupt her.

"Save the sob story. What do you want, Mrs Wang?"

I forget her name again.

"Sir, I need $25,000 for my husband's surgery." She says.

I gaze at her for a minute and laugh.

"So all that display, just for a measly $25 grand?" , I say in disgust.

She looks like she's about to indulge another story time so I immediately speak before she does.

"I'll give it you." I say.

"Sir I'm so sorry that I'm asking for this loud amount. It's the money required for my husband's surgery. If it weren't the case, I wouldn't interrupt your peace with my troubles." She rants on, and I get irritated.

"Mrs Wang! I said I'll give you the money!" I say, impatiently.

She gasps in horror and excitement.

"Oh thank you. Thank you so much sir. I'll pay you back gradually from my paycheck. Every week, just dedu-"

"You don't have to. " I say but she hasn't heard me.

"What?" She looks confused.

"You don't have to pay me back." I say.

She begins jubilations but I abruptly cut her.

"I didn't say I didn't want anything in return. I just said, you didn't have to pay back." I say, aggressively. Her look of horror returns as I rise from my chair and walk toward her.

"Selfish enough not to ask what I want?" I smirk.

Her voice quivers as she speaks.

"Wh.. what do you want, sir?"

"Word on the street is, you have a daughter. Yes?"

She delays to respond.

"Yes..yes I do sir. Why do you..."

A look of realization flashes through her face.

"No..no you can't mean that.."

I smirk at her, "you can't tell me what to do, remember?"

The smirk doesn't leave my face. To her horror, I say..

"It's your daughter, or no money for your husband's urgent surgery..."

She is petrified.