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He slipped away the covers covering his muscled body with a simple flex and walked to the washroom attached to the room, completely nude with not even a trace of reticence.
Safia did not know till then she was holding her breath. Her shivering hands reached the mobile beside the bed on the side table before she dialed her father.
Soren Jose Blacksmith was spontaneous attending to his daughter on the second ring. Before she could speak he started, “I'm sorry princess. Whatever happened, please consider it as a part of destiny. It was unavoidable. We needed to save our company. Sion Canes was the most prosperous investor who had applied for our company shares. And I had to accept his offer to save our business.”
Safia was shocked by the act of her father. “What do you mean? Dad! Did you just sell me to an alien without my knowledge by drugging me to save our company?”
Soren was about to speak but before he could do so, Safia cut the call. Sion walked out of the washroom with his towel hanging low and water droplets passing through his sturdy sternum. He was surely a man to impress. “Get ready within half an hour. You don't have the time to gawk at me like a bloody hawk. We need to sign the contract. The lawyer is waiting downstairs.”
“What contract?” Safia was perturbed, which was an understatement. But before she could finish her sentence the door closed with a bang.
The bath took more than the time planned for it because the tears in the eyes of Safia wouldn't dry up! She felt her entire life shattered just within a fortnight. Who is this man?
Ten minutes later Safia walked down the stairs in a sky blue floral gown which was placed on the bed after she came out of the shower. Her eyes were red but she did little to cover the sorrow leaping out of them.
“Good Morning ma'am, I'm Brad Pearson, the lawyer of Wellcrow Vineyards. Here is your marriage contract with Sion Canes. Please read it and sign the contract.” He shook hands with Safia and handed the document to her.
Sion was comfortably seated in the executive couch before her. He was sipping his morning coffee, guarding her emotions carefully. “You have no excuse but to sign it. Otherwise I withdraw my shares in your family company and your firm will be sealed. I think you are smart enough to save that humiliation. Your creditors are already waiting on when that happens so that they could get their share from the bank for the firm’s insolvency.”
Thankfully her brain was still functioning. “Why would you want to buy a company which is on the verge of insolvency? Wellcrow Vineyards is a big name.”
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