A Marriage Of Convenience

Vanessa's point of view"Well you'll marry my son of course"Elizabeth Thorn had only one child, only one son. I heard from my elder sister gossips about how she had to have her uterus removed because she bled too much when she had him. Also heard from the same sister that was why she wouldn't let us go close to our brother.Those were gossips."You do remember my son, don't you?" She asked. She was watching me closely now and I felt naked, like she could read through me and know my thoughts."How could I forget" I answered, my tone bland and dull.I took my seat back because my head was spinning around the possibility of having everything I always wanted handed to me on a silver platter but with the side attraction of getting married to her son.I leaned forward "Your son is certainly attractive enough, why can't he get married to whomever he wants without your help. I've seen his pictures with the models and actresses and even the girls that are way below his level" I whispered to he

Anthony's point of viewShe would sit at the back of her class and listen to whatever the teacher had to say without missing anything. She would ace any exam she had. And she would argue with me all day long and one time, she even smacked my head because I wouldn't listen to her reason.And it was a tacky reason.I was not going to have a marriage of convenience or whatever it was my parents call it with Vanessa Ives. I was done with her. I had been done with her a long time ago.She had sent some other texts after I received the first one. Deleted them without even reading. I had no inclination whatsoever to know what she wanted to tell me.Was that why I was drinking myself silly on a Monday evening?"Marriage is not such a bad thing Anthony, if you don't love your wife, you could always get mistresses" Ronald said after I told him what happened.He wasn't drinking as he had promised to stay sober for an entire year but that doesn't mean he wasn't going to get off on some other soci

"I'm so sorry" My hands flew to my mouth in an attempt to stop another embarrassment from pouring out of it.Elizabeth was awfully calm, she moved backwards far away from me as fast as she could and requested for a cleaner to come upstairs to clean the mess and without even a glance at me, she walked through a door at the side of the office.A bathroom probably."Take this" A water bottle appeared in my face as soon as she was gone. It was from Anthony who gave a small smile to accompany the bottle of water."Look at me messing up the advice I gave you" I said as I took the bottle from him. I needed to wash my mouth anyway and it looked like Elizabeth was in the only bathroom in this office."I need to use the ....." I didn't finish the sentence before he understood what I was trying to say. Anthony told me to follow him and I did just that, he was always leading me somewhere when we were younger and I would follow him to places where no one would expect to find a couple of children.

Vanessa's point of viewAnthony wasn't soaking wet so I knew the intensity of the rain has probably gone down. But he was angry and when Anthony was angry, it was best to stay out of his way."I did not know you texted me" I said in an attempt to calm him down but that seemed to infuriate him the more.Anthony's face was so close to mine I could count his lashes and man, were they beautiful."In this modern day and time, you did not know I texted you. You have a phone and you're a normal breathing person" He cursed under his breath at the end and moved farther away from me "I do not like the things you do Vanessa"That was the exact moment One night stand....need to find a better name for him...decided to comment on our situation."Wait Mary, you did not tell me your roommate was the girl on the news, I could kidnap her for major bucks"The fuck.Mary's palm hit her face in a way I hoped wouldn't cause bruises. And now Anthony was almost murderous."What did you say?" He said in such

Vanessa's point of viewNot having a job meant you have a lot of free time. Having a lot of free time meant you were constantly bored. Constantly bored plus money in your bank account meant you could visit your dad who was in rehab without telling anyone.Dad wasn't looking good. I mean, I knew he wasn't going to be looking his best in rehab but I hadn't expected what I was looking at. People always said I looked like my dad and I saw it too, the same skin tone, the same gray eyes, the same chestnut brown hair that even had the same bounce.But now, all I saw was an old man that looked twice his age.It also didn't help that I saw him once a year. I did everything possible to stop me from seeing him because I blamed and still blamed him for everything that happened."If it isn't my little Vanessa, seems like yesterday you were only five and running around with Vicky" He said as his own special way of greeting.The same words he used anytime he saw me."Hello Dad" I greeted him with th