/ Romance / Ties of a Contract / Chapter 4 – The Weight of the Decision

공유

Chapter 4 – The Weight of the Decision

last update 최신 업데이트: 2024-12-04 01:01:01

 

The early hours of the morning brought a strange mixture of relief and anguish. After hours of tossing and turning in bed, staring at the ceiling of the small room we had to move into after losing everything because of my father’s mistakes, I made a decision.

I will not accept Alexander Hawthorne’s proposal.

The idea seemed simple at first. One year. A cold contract, no emotional involvement. Just an exchange of favors: he clears my father’s debts, and in return, I become the convenient wife he needs to uphold his empire.

But as the hours passed and the silence of the night became deafening, I realized what it would truly mean.

I would lose the little I have left of myself. My dignity. My freedom.

I can’t sell myself, even if it means ending the weight that suffocates me. Something within me needs to remain intact, even if it’s just my dignity.

That’s why, by morning, as I left the house, I was certain of my decision.

But it only took a few minutes in my mother’s presence for that certainty to start wavering.

“You’re late.”

Her voice, cold and laden with disdain, greeted me before I could even close the hospital room door. And I knew what was coming. Discouragement hit me hard. Why is everything like this? So difficult?

My mother was propped up in bed, pale but still carrying the regal posture she had never lost, even as the illness advanced rapidly. Her blonde hair, now thin and dull, was perfectly combed. Her nails, even amidst chemotherapy sessions, remained painted red, as if they were a symbol of who she still believed she was.

“I had some things to take care of, Mom.” My voice came out low, almost an apology.

She didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes scanned my face with an evaluative look, as if searching for flaws to point out.

“You look tired. And unkempt. Is this how you’re presenting yourself out there?” She raised a thin eyebrow, a gesture that had always made me feel small.

I swallowed hard, trying not to let it affect me.

“I am tired, yes. It’s been hard.”

She let out a dramatic sigh.

“Hard? Hard is being stuck in this bed, depending on others for everything. You have no idea what that’s like.”

The familiar weight of guilt began to settle on my chest. Since my mother got sick, I had done everything to take care of her. Double shifts, sleepless nights, mounting bills. But to her, it was never enough.

“I know it’s hard, Mom. I’m doing my best to help.”

“Your best?” She let out a bitter laugh. “If you were doing your best, the hospital bills would already be paid. I wouldn’t have to hear the doctors remind me about it every time they walk through that door.”

“I’m trying…”

“Trying isn’t enough, Sophia. It never was.”

Her words were cutting, as always. My mother had a unique ability to turn any conversation into a list of my shortcomings.

She had never acknowledged what I did for her. It had always been this way. Even before the illness, even before everything fell apart.

“And your brother?” she continued, as if following a script. “Is he doing well? Are you taking care of him?”

“Yes, I’m taking care of him.”

“Good. Because he’s this family’s only hope. You know that, don’t you?”

Yes. I knew. I had always known. Leo was the son she idolized, the promise that everything that had gone wrong in our lives could be fixed through him.

“He needs you now more than ever,” she said, her voice adopting an almost sweet tone, still tinged with criticism. “You can’t afford to fail, Sophia.”

“I know, Mom.”

“Do you?” Her voice rose. “Then why are things still the way they are?”

Her words hit like a blow, as they always did. I left the chair where I was sitting and walked to the window, trying to catch my breath, trying to prevent the tears threatening to fall from being seen by her.

“I’ll fix everything,” I whispered.

“I hope so. Because, frankly, I don’t know how much longer I can endure this.”

I turned to her, but before I could say anything, there was a knock at the door.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Carter.” Dr. Henrique, the doctor overseeing her treatment, entered the room. He was a tall man with graying hair and an always serious expression. “Sophia, I need to talk to you about the outstanding bills.”

“I… of course.”

My heart tightened. This was the kind of conversation I knew all too well.

We stepped out of the room, and he led me to the silent corridor.

“Sophia, I know this situation is difficult for you,” he said in a low, almost compassionate voice. “But we need to discuss the bills. The hospital has been patient, but the expenses are piling up, and we can’t continue without a partial payment.”

I knew this conversation was coming. It always did.

“I understand, doctor. I’m trying to get the money.”

He looked at me with a mix of concern and weariness.

“I know you are. But time is running out. We need a payment by the end of the week. Otherwise, we’ll have to consider discontinuing the treatment.”

Those words hit me like a death blow.

Discontinue the treatment.

My mother might be cruel, narcissistic, incapable of showing affection, but she was still my mother. And I couldn’t leave her without treatment.

“I… I’ll figure it out.”

He nodded, but his look revealed he’d heard that before.

When he walked away, I returned to the room with a heavy heart. My mother looked at me as she always did, as if waiting for confirmation that I was incapable of solving our problems.

“So? What did he say?”

“That we need to pay by the end of the week.”

She sighed, as if I had just confirmed what she already expected.

“Then fix it, Sophia. No matter how.”

Her words echoed in my mind as I left the hospital.

“Fix it. No matter how.”

And for the first time, the certainty I’d had in the early morning completely unraveled.

Because maybe… just maybe… I truly didn’t have another choice.

이 책을 계속 무료로 읽어보세요.
QR 코드를 스캔하여 앱을 다운로드하세요

최신 챕터

  • Ties of a Contract   Capter 112 - Heart Codes

    NoahThe silence in the elevator is deafening. Giulia is beside me, still in her blue wedding dress, a small travel bag at her feet. My ring - her father's ring - weighs on my finger, a constant reminder of this new reality."You have a beautiful place," she comments when we reach the penthouse. Her eyes scan the glass panels that reveal Manhattan at night."I never spend much time here," I admit, carrying her bag. "Usually sleep at the office."She smiles, that smile I'm beginning to realize means she's discovered something about me."That's why TechVision's sofas are so comfortable.""Would you... would you like to see the place?" I offer, suddenly aware that this woman now lives with me.The tour is quick. Gourmet kitchen I never use, minimalist living room, office with three monitors."And this," I hesitate at the last door, "is the master bedroom. You can have it, I'll use the guest room.""Noah," she touches my arm lightly. "We don't need to make this stranger than it already is

  • Ties of a Contract   Chapter 111 - Algorithms and Alliances

    NoahThe Plaza's presidential suite has transformed into an improvised operations center. Monitors display real-time stock quotes while Oliver coordinates security over the phone. In less than an hour, I'll be married. The idea seems surreal - I, who built my life based on precise calculations, about to marry a woman I met less than 48 hours ago."The stocks have risen 3% since the announcement," Allison reports, tablet in hand. "The market is reacting positively to the 'romance'. Social media is buzzing with the story."The press release was precise: TechVision CEO and technology researcher met during a field test of a new app. Whirlwind romance. Intimate wedding. The kind of modern fairy tale that the public loves to consume."Security has identified three photographers trying to infiltrate," Oliver informs. "And two supposed cleaning staff with fake credentials."My phone vibrates. Morrison: "Congratulations on the wedding. Say hello to the bride for me. Her father also had a rushe

  • Ties of a Contract   Chapter 110 - Arrangements

    NoahGiulia's reflection in my office window distracts me while I try to explain the situation to the board. She sits discreetly in the corner of the room, pretending to examine her tablet, but I can notice how her eyes occasionally meet mine in the reflection."Let me see if I understand," Marcus massages his temples. "You're getting married. In a week.""Tomorrow," Giulia softly corrects, without raising her eyes from the screen. "The trust has a temporal clause."Something about the way she pronounces each word with precision fascinates me. It's the same care she showed when debugging the app - methodical, precise, surprising."Tomorrow?" Marcus's voice rises an octave. "This is...""Necessary," Oliver interrupts, entering the room. He carries a folder I recognize: our parents' marriage documents. "And it wouldn't be the first time a Hawthorne marries for convenience."Giulia raises her eyes, finally. The blue of her iris captures the evening light in a way that makes me lose my tr

  • Ties of a Contract   Chapter 109 - Checkmate

    NoahThe cafe is emptier than the first time. I choose a table in the back, where I can see both the entrance and the emergency exit - a habit I inherited from our father after everything that happened with Morrison years ago.Allison has already sent three messages about falling stocks. I ignore them all. Right now, I need to focus on something more important: the woman who just walked through the door.Giulia is different. She's traded the periodic table t-shirt for a simple dress, but the colorful glasses remain. She locates me immediately, as if she knew exactly where I would be sitting."So," she says, sitting down. "Noah Hawthorne.""You knew from the beginning?"She takes a flash drive from her pocket, placing it on the table."Not exactly. But when I fixed your app, I recognized some patterns. My father used to say that codes are like fingerprints - each programmer has their signature.""And you recognized his.""The foundation of your system," she confirms. "Which made me res

  • Ties of a Contract   Chapter 109 - Checkmate

    NoahThe cafe is emptier than the first time. I choose a table in the back, where I can see both the entrance and the emergency exit - a habit I inherited from our father after everything that happened with Morrison years ago.Allison has already sent three messages about falling stocks. I ignore them all. Right now, I need to focus on something more important: the woman who just walked through the door.Giulia is different. She's traded the periodic table t-shirt for a simple dress, but the colorful glasses remain. She locates me immediately, as if she knew exactly where I would be sitting."So," she says, sitting down. "Noah Hawthorne.""You knew from the beginning?"She takes a flash drive from her pocket, placing it on the table."Not exactly. But when I fixed your app, I recognized some patterns. My father used to say that codes are like fingerprints - each programmer has their signature.""And you recognized his.""The foundation of your system," she confirms. "Which made me rese

  • Ties of a Contract   Chapter 108 - The Algorithm of Destiny

    NoahThe reflection in the mirrored glass of my office shows exactly what the board expects to see: impeccable suit, assertive posture, the young CEO who turned data analysis into gold. What they don't see are the disguised dark circles, the result of another sleepless night reviewing codes. From the 45th floor of TechVision, New York seems like a model, a complex data system pulsing beneath my feet.On the main wall, our mission in silver letters: "Transforming Data into Human Solutions". It was mom's idea - she always knew how to transform cold concepts into something closer to people."Mr. Hawthorne," my assistant calls for the third time, her efficiency slightly shaken by my distraction. "The app test is scheduled for this afternoon.""I'm going myself," I respond, ignoring her surprised expression. Allison has worked with me for five years and still gets surprised when I decide to do field work."But sir, the board...""Allison," I gently interrupt, "what's TechVision's first rul

더보기
좋은 소설을 무료로 찾아 읽어보세요
GoodNovel 앱에서 수많은 인기 소설을 무료로 즐기세요! 마음에 드는 책을 다운로드하고, 언제 어디서나 편하게 읽을 수 있습니다
앱에서 책을 무료로 읽어보세요
앱에서 읽으려면 QR 코드를 스캔하세요.
DMCA.com Protection Status