"I need a wife for a year and I want you to be that wife Miss Watterson or should I say, Mrs. Sylvie, a contract will be drafted on what you can't and can't do," he said with so much arrogance Who the hell does he think he is. Elizabeth Watterson a fresh graduate looking for a means to get a job and save her dying brother André Sylvie the CEO of the world's biggest and finest shipping and armoury enterprise renowned for his business prowess and his private lavish life style. What happens when your enemies are as rich as you
Chapter 1 All i feel is pain
Chapter one
"My throat hurts Liz" christian said in a barely audible voice,"do you need a glass of water or a hot beverage to ease the pain Chris"i said fighting back the tears in my eyes with a tender smile on my face
"Liz the doctors said i will be able to go home soon,that means am getting better right?" He said with a little smile on his lips and hope in his eyes and i could not take that away from a little child . So i gave him a brighter smile and said "then we can go to the park like we always do and paint each other" funny how a smile cab hild back a million tears he is not getting better but i can't tell him that i can't tell him that his condition is getting worse,i can tell him that we are too poor to pay for his treatment, i can't tell him that i might loose him. I thought things were getting better,then suddenly everything comes crashing down again.
Come back mom and dad
Even if as a Shadow
Even though you come back as a dream
Cause am so tired.
I just can't do these anymore,right everything is spinning and it hurts, my arms are numb,my legs are scarred and am not fucking okay,i can't loose another one i just can't it will break me beyond repairs please momma please papa do something.
I went to see the doctor in charge of Christian's treatment,i knock on the door and hear a come in
"Miss Watterson please have a sit i have been expecting you"he said while looking for a file on his table.
"Your brother needs to undergo the operation sooner than later his condition is worsening and at a fast pace if the operation is not done to remove the tumour from his heart he might die in no less than months miss Watterson" he said like it was a causal thing but it's not for me,my heart is in my throat at these point my mind is rigid with fear i open my mouth to speak but the words refuse to form,i open my mouth again the words at the tip of my tongue but my voice is gone.
"Have a glass of water miss Watterson" he said handing me a glass of water maybe noticing my rigid form i gulped the water in one go the i sucked in a deep breath and finally my brain could process the words and my throat has found it's voice "how much does the operation cost mr peters"i said with an almost inaudible voice
"Well the cost of the operation is five hundred thousand dollars" he said with a serious expression my brain went into full drive,the only words i could make out was i can't loose christian to i have to find a way even if it means selling my soul to the devil