Love Unbreakable
Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
The CEO's Runaway Wife
Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss?
Captivation: Want Nothing But You
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Entangled Hearts: Falling For My Ugly Wife
EDWARD FOSTER'S POV
"I can't do this, never!" I exclaimed, rising from my seat, the weight of the decision heavy on my shoulders.
"What can't you do? What's the big deal?" Elliot asked casually, taking a sip from his drink.
"This contract holds the key to everything. If you truly want it," he continued, a cunning smile playing on his lips.
"I can't sell away such a precious gift, not for money, not ever." I muttered silently, stealing a glance at my daughter through the office window.
I could imagine her confusion, wondering why it was taking me so long to make up my mind and sign the agreement.
"You're just a marketing company, not a force for good," I retorted, grabbing my bag as I prepared to make my exit.
"Remember, we're not just a marketing company. We are your only lifeline now. Without us, well, you know what awaits you. Give me a call when you're ready," Elliot said, his voice dripping with a veiled threat. I left his office, my mind consumed by turmoil.
"Dad! How did it go?" Cardy inquired, following me to the car. But I couldn't bring myself to divulge any details.
Sitting in the car, I awaited Cardy's arrival, silently contemplating the weight of the choice before me. She entered, her curiosity brimming over, desperate for answers.
"I can't sign that contract; it demands something I simply cannot give," I confessed, my voice heavy with resignation.
"Dad, talk to me. I'm an adult, and I came here as your manager," Cardy pleaded, her curiosity growing more intense.
But I couldn't bear to involve her in the darkness that loomed ahead. It was a burden I felt compelled to shoulder alone.
Sensing my somber mood, she offered to take the wheel, urging me to let her drive us home. With concern etched on her face, she worried about the toll this decision was taking on me. I tried to reassure her, insisting that she need not burden herself.
As we began our journey home, with the weight of the world pressing down on me, I couldn't help but wonder how far I was willing to go to protect what truly mattered to me. The contract loomed large in my thoughts, like a shadow creeping closer with every passing moment.
As we stepped foot into our home, a haunting echo reverberated through my mind, carrying the weight of Elliot's words: "Remember, we are not just a marketing company; we are your only lifeline. Without us..." Throughout the day, these words continued to play on repeat in my head like an unrelenting melody.
Deep down, I knew that even if I chose to conceal the truth from my beloved daughter, she would inevitably discover it. Contemplating this, I found myself standing before her bedroom door, hesitating yet resolute.
I knocked, anticipating her warm voice to break the silence and invite me in. However, there was no response. Puzzled, I knocked again, hoping to elicit any sign of her presence. It was unlike her to be so unresponsive. Something was amiss.
Even if she was immersed in the embrace of sleep, my persistent knocks should have stirred her awake. Growing increasingly concerned, I struck the door once more, this time with greater force. Finally, it swung open, revealing my daughter standing there with an air of urgency.
"Dad... What's happened to you?" She inquired, her eyes searching mine for answers, as we entered her room together.
I couldn't help but wonder aloud, "Why did it take you so long to open the door?" In response, she explained that the weariness from her earlier encounter in Elliot's office had weighed her down, causing an unexpected delay.
Summoning all my courage, I uttered the words that held the power to alter her world: "The contract stipulates that you must marry Elliot." Her reaction was immediate; her dormant energy awakened in an instant.
"Marry who? That arrogant and ill-mannered individual? Dad, you know I simply can't do that," she declared vehemently, her resolve echoing through her every word. And in that moment, I comprehended the depth of her objections and sympathized with her completely.