The Contract Scheme

of the day pressing down on my shoulders. I drop my purse by the console and pull out my phone to place an order for dinner. I'm in the mood for the usual. Tonight calls for ind

e chef I'd be dining in my room.I start up the staircase, desperate for a hot bath, when I

, soon to be crumbled," she sneers, her voice a moc

d because she couldn't keep her legs closed and still

layful wink.Aunt Vera's face twists as if

have you and your mother out of this house as fast as this." she

Honestly, you're more of a dr

s a grin before walking off. The light mood lifted some of the heaviness lingerin

n as she approaches, brushing past

ing me a brief hug. Aunt Vera scoff

austed. I just wan

, there's something I want to tal

on with this arrangement? Could I handle being tied to a man as proud and headstrong as I was? I see friction in our future. Hell, there's no future. Nevertheless, I'm going to pull through this. I always pull through every and any si

her to come in. She sat at my table while I remained on the bed. We eat in silence, the air thick wi

t in my room just to h

ed. You don't have a fiancé

aymond and we've agreed that you can marry his son." She says plainly. Like it was the best thing she's ever done

idea why I did that. It's not like I'm g

nd you a husband fast so we can focus solely on the wedding preparations." Wow. She's more bothered about the wedding than about whoever i

ndle it mum."Sh

miracle? This isn't a fairy tale. You

I don't need you trying to shove s

you from losing everything your father built. But may

acrificed everything for this family, for this company. And you, what ha

ce har

family has influence. It makes

m! Five years younger than me! He can

Or would you rather see Aunt Vera's

on my own than marry someone I have nothing in common with,

d or had a family. I had no cause to. I only saw him

en stubborn. Just

your husband," I fire back before I could stop mys

hrow your future

help, Mum. I'll fig

h a soft but final click.I sit back down, my hands trembling. I call in a maid to clear the dishes, the w

" I type.His repl

ght to busi

. Curt. Annoying. "We'd get married, I'd inherit my f

ngement, four to six months. We'd get married, perform all the necessary ap

." I can almost see his smirk. "But there would be rules. And four to

ype, my fingers tight on the phone."You'd live in my house. This

. I know what this is

wanted to type, 'Can't you come to mine?' but

to help myself to tea. I don't want to disturb the maids. They'd be tired. As I'm heading back to my room, I notice light spilling from Dad's study. Curious, I peek in, and

faint smile before turning and heading back upstairs to my room.Whatever arguments or disagreements lay between