He was suffocated by his situation. For weeks, he had been walking into the office he despise and looking at his father. Everything from his swagger to the fake smile on his face pissed him off. He hates the way he treats his employees and his flirting with Lorelei in the office. He didn't even care that he did it in front of his son.
Storm followed his dad into his office, closed the door, and took the seat opposite him. He stared out the floor-to-ceiling and at the windows and glass walls, dreaming of the life he had been planning before everything fell apart. He wants a house in a secluded place that he can fix the way he wants with his own hands. He knows about woodwork a lot. He wanted to make a furniture shop made of wood.
He wanted to celebrate the holidays with his future wife instead of stepping into his parents' house. Their elaborate holiday parties are enough to take his breath away. But the idea of staying away from them and living the way he always wanted is now a distant dream.
"Storm, are you still paying attention?" his father snapped.
He slowly turned to look at him, with a mask on his face, hiding his true emotions. Disgust, embarrassment, hatred. He would die in the office day after day, every hour more painful than the last. He sighed.
"We need to set a date for the wedding."
When it comes to weddings, he can already feel his eyes go into a daze. He would be forced to stand there in an uncomfortable suit surrounded by men he hated, and it was all a marital farce that made him miserable. "I need more time," he said, his voice almost hoarse.
For the first time, he saw a look of sympathy on his father's face. He ran his fingers over the top of his hair, then leaned back in his seat and stared at him. "What if I make a deal with you?"
He shifted in his seat, ready for whatever he threw at him."For example?"
"We need this deal now. No time to waste. But I don't think you want a big wedding."
"I don't want a wedding at all," he retorted.
"Noted," he nodded. "But it has to occur. So what if we have all the proper paperwork ready? You don't even have to attend the ceremony."
He looked at his dad suspiciously. "How is that possible?"
"We are Gomez," he laughed. "We can do anything."
"What the hell does this get me? Attending the wedding or not, I'll still get married, and it's painful and sad."
"I'll give you three months," he returned immediately. "Sign the document that you'll be back and make the proper wedding possible, to make it legal. Then you will be free for three months. During this time, you will not hear from me and will not have to attend any meetings. You do whatever you need to do to get ready to take over as CEO. In the meantime, I'll handle everything, including the board."
"How does that look like?" he asked. "My wife and I are going to get married one day, and that's not going to work for social pages."
Azrel Gomez shrugged slightly. "A whirlwind of romance-" he gestured. "Can't help falling in love and wanting to elope without the world watching. You guys want to be alone together. We can turn it into a fairytale romance. Before taking over the company, you had a long honeymoon period to have some time with yourself."
It sounds too good to be true. Considering that he gave up his life for this company, three months really isn't much. On the other hand, for three months, he can be himself and find some peace and acceptance of his current situation. "And I don't have to see that Mendez brat in 3 months?"
"No."
His dad leaned back in his chair and stared at him, making sure he had not missed something.
"What exactly is the contract of this marriage?"
"This is your typical contract. As long as the marriage remains intact, the shares in the company will be divided equally."
"If one of us wants to go out?"
"Then the spouse filing for divorce will have to sell shares as compensation."
"How long?" he asked, squinting at him. He stared at him, not wanting to tell him. But he had to. He knew he would never enter into a contract like this without knowing it.
"3 years."
He burst out laughing. "Really?"
"And a son. 3 years of marriage and a son!" his dad added.
"Wow, you guys didn't ask a lot, did you? But by the way, how to make a son, maybe you have some tips?"
Impossible.
"The company needs to be passed on to someone in the family. That's the norm."
"Yeah, I know a lot of forced marriage contracts."
"What the hell do you think you're going to do? You can marry that girl but live elsewhere. Live a completely independent life."
He hopes so at least, but it's clear that he seriously underestimated his dad and Gael Mendez.
"What if I don't have kids? Especially a son you were asking?"
"Surely, you can't live with one woman for enough time to have heirs."
I'm not like you. He thought.
"A lot of people can't have kids. Others have many children but their children are girls. Why does it have to be a son you're looking for? Female or male, they're the same, a child.""A son to continue our race. Bloodline. Surname."
"Tsss, I see. So the "son" was not Gael's idea after all. It was yours."
"I'm doing this for our family. Do you want me to add more clauses to the contract?" he smirked. "Perhaps a fertility test before you get married?"
With a sigh, he can see that he has no way out of this. Marrying that stranger is inevitable, but giving himself three months will be a small part of happiness for what's to come. Because he knows they won't be divorced in 3 years.
How could he have a son and then divorce them in order to get rid of his family to pursue his own dream? None of this will be pleasant, but if he marries that Mendez brat, he intends to do his best. "Give me the contract. I want to read it through first.""Of course," his dad said, with a twinkle in his eyes, he knew he had won. "If I had heard from you in 3 months, I would have withdrawn from the contract. I don't care what happens to your company. Do you see what I mean?" Storm makes sure.He nodded. "I'll make sure to put the exact date in the contract. But if you come back a day later, I'll have my own rules."(1 year later)She really needs some erotic wallpaper or pictures on the ceiling and walls. She probably needs some motivation or something. For the next 5 minutes, Aira Mendez stares at the same spot while her husband fucks her. There was no way she could call what they did once a week, lovemaking, or even enjoy the sex. She doesn't like Storm or just limits herself to lik
Looking up, she saw him standing beside her. "No." He gritted his teeth and nodded, ready to walk away from her. Before she could go back to her magazine, he turned to face her."See you next time." "Alright." He was very strange. Storm never made sure to be back, nor did he ask if she wanted to talk or about what she wanted. "Do you need to talk to me?" she asked. He tensed up, hesitating. "Nothing.""Oh okay."She looked down at the magazine and wasn't surprised to hear his distant footsteps. She walked to the window and watched him make his way to the garage. What's up with him? She waited until she was sure he was gone before finishing her coffee and locking the house.She closes her eyes.A sad sigh left her mouth hearing the sound of his car starting. With the size of the house, she could only ask herself why it was so hard to breathe now that Storm had left.Suffocating!Storm drops his phone and dashes across his office, staring out the glass walls. It had been a week sinc
"With all due respect, I've been dealing with calls from her critics, directors, and the media. They want your response."Storm paused. "What? Why wasn't I informed about this?""I try to tell you, but if you say anything to do with the media or your wife, I have to deal with it. I tell them you're busy like I always do." Viane walked over and was about to say something, but stopped."What's this?" "Haven't you seen any of her audition videos or pieces?" "No. I didn't even know the heal she could act and model!" He was on the point of throwing a tantrum, pissed off. His wife had a completely different life, and he knew nothing about it. Viane goes to the laptop and Storm slumps into a chair. Before him, Viane loaded a web page and hit play."Believe me, this movie is worth seeing. Lots of life lessons and entertainment."For the next 15 minutes, he listened to his wife talk to her audience and show a passion he never showed for him. Her eyes were shining, and there was an energy and
It took her audience a long time to discover who she was, a gradual process until she hit the news. The wife of a billionaire heir is an actress. She expected Storm to contact her, but he did nothing. With the way he was around her, she suspected he didn't even know what she was doing.Ken kept moaning and groaning as he praised her performance. Leaning on the sofa, she smiled. Kendrick is her best friend and a next-door neighbor. There are two large apartments in the building, and Ken is now a big-name model and actor. Out of the blue, they strike up a friendship that is also bonded by his having the world's biggest crush on her cousin Shamia.Of course, Shamia isn't in love with the model and doesn't believe Ken wants anything from her. But who knows?He took another piece of cake she had baked. "Are you going to put this on your channel?" "Yeah, I was thinking, besides acting I'll be vlogging too. What do you think?""I don't know. This cake is deliciously made. Tell ladies to giv
Storm couldn't believe how little he knew about his wife. Aira's cheeks turned bright red, and she cut him a large piece of cake without saying a word. He saw Shamia parked outside the building and walked right up to her. "Did you find her?" Shamia asked. "Take me to her apartment, Sham. I'm not in the mood for games.""I'm not in the mood to help you hurt my best friend." "I'm not going to hurt her. I need to talk to her."As he walked into the house, he heard moans and groans, all the signs he'd never heard from Aira's mouth. Jealousy touched him deeply. No man is allowed to touch what belongs to him, and Aira is his woman. He would be damned mad at the thought of another person touching her. He wants her all his.Taking a slice of sinful cake, he took a bite, not knowing what to expect. The moment the fluffy cake hits the tongue, it's like an explosion of flavors. As he took another slice, his mouth watered and he just couldn't help it. He needs more."Wow, you did this?" he ask
"Oh god, I'm so sorry. Not you at all. Before we got married, I went and had implants." She shows the inside of her left arm. "I had it implanted before I got married.""You should marry Ezra, not me. So, you don't want to have kids with him? But why not have your implants removed after marrying me?""I was about to tell you, but you seemed determined not to talk to me about anything. You're always so busy you never want to really talk. I don't think it will last this long. A year is a long time to fall into some sort of rut, and I think you'll find your release elsewhere - "Somewhere else?""Yes, women you dated. I have seen your pictures in newspapers and magazines. I think you've found what you're really looking for.""I'm not looking for anything."Storm, you are a handsome man. I know I'm not the kind of woman for you."He doesn't like that. "What the hell does this mean?" he asked, angry that she would belittle herself like that. "You're a handsome and popular guy, Storm. I'm
"No, nothing between us. He is a friend who likes my friend Shamia very much. For Pete's sake, I'm married. I take my vows seriously.""I'm telling the truth, Ai. I didn't sleep with those women. I haven't been with anyone since you.""You have a heartbreaker reputation, we sleep together once a month. Do you expect me to believe you?" she asked."Yes, I do. I believe in you, without a doubt. I want to be with you, I want more than what we build together.""You want what?""I want to be with you.""But I don't want to live in a house that is cold to me. This is home, it feels like home to me, even though it looks busy, I feel alive here. I don't want to live in that kind of house. If you want to be with me it's not possible, unless—Do you want to live in my penthouse?""Well, your penthouse fit for me. Now, you say you have implants. How long can this last?""Three years, I still have two years?""I want you to continue it. Neither of us wants kids yet, and I think it's time to focus
"He read that book?" Shamia asked. "I have no idea."Not sure enough, her cell phone rang, and she saw that it was Leo calling. "Hello," she answered. "Aira, sales of tickets and prints soared. Like everyone watching Storm on the news finally realizing who you are. This is good news. We had to increase our order for print copies. I know it. This book is as good as the series is. Deserve to have the movie adaptations that soon." Happiness and excitement can be heard in Leo's statement.After hanging up the phone, Aira smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "You are not happy, are you?" Shamia looks worried."I hope it's about me, us. What we created.""Babe, we're selling well. That's a small boost," Shamia said. "It's not just ours. Nothing in this world is ours. It can be helpful to have someone who will speak for you. You are lucky that he has. This is what you love to do and he is supporting you."Deep down, she was genuinely happy. Not only did Storm express his approval