Becky's POV
“I don't understand what you're saying, Father. Can you explain better?” I asked as I arranged myself properly on my seat with a funny look on my face.Father was sitting next to me, while my gardener sat opposite us with a glass of wine in front of him. They were both having a drink when I stepped in, only for Father to ask me to join them. I refused, but he insisted, and I wished I had not sat with them.“Becky, he may not be so rich, but trust me, he is a good and honest man”I paused as I looked at the good and honest man in front of me, then chuckled before I clapped my hands together in amusement. Was Father serious right now?“Father, take a look at me” I stood up and moved to the side, “I mean, look at me properly from my head to my toes, do I look like someone who's born to marry a poor gardener?” I didn't wait for Father's reply when I turned to the man, my fucking gardener,“You're not afraid, huh?” I asked him, boiling in anger already. This is a shame to my person,“You dare to sit here to speak to my father about marrying me?!?” I yelled at him. He didn't flinch, even though my eyes were shooting lasers at him, and I was standing directly in front of him.It was a month ago, I employed him to care for my plants, and he has been doing a good job. Fine, he is handsome, with black hair, beautiful blue eyes, pink thin lips, muscles, and abs one can literally die for, but he was nothing more than a fuck buddy. Why the hell will I want to marry someone like him when I have Ephraim, who has all the money and also the looks? A mere gardener! And to think that my father is the one saying this hurts my ego.“What is wrong with you, Becky? I spoiled you too much!” Father yelled and I yelled back,“Oh stop that father!” I shun him by placing my palm on his face. This wasn't the first time he was saying this, but who cares. I have lived like a princess all my life, I won't settle for a gardener!“I don't know why you're even speaking about marriage with this lowlife when you know I have someone already”“Who?” Father asked, he didn't wait for me to speak before he asked, “That bastard? That one that has no regard and respect for me?”“Stop it, Father!” I yelled as I slammed my hand against the table. “How dare you speak about my fiancé like that in the presence of this lowlife?”Even as my father and I argued, the gardener, whatever his name was, never said a word.“I have told you that I will never accept that man into this house as he has no respect for me”“You don't have to accept him. He is my man, whether you like it or not. You can get married to this lowlife if you want to” I hissed.I could feel the man's gaze on me, he was staring intensively at me and I didn't chicken out, I looked back at him. Who the hell does he think he is?“And you” I spoke up, pointing my index finger at him, “You should know this is your last day working here in this mansion. You can take your scissors, whatever you call it, and get out. I don't want to ever see your face here in this mansion again. Do you hear me?”I picked up my bag and without waiting for his reply, I marched into my room. Father kept calling me, but I ignored him. The worst he could do was yell and shut up. I won't let him decide who I wish to marry.“Freak” I murmured the minute I entered the room before throwing my bag on the bed. I fell flat on the bed breathing in and out, my anger was still very much alive. I feel like squeezing the idiot who remained seated on the chair like a saint.I didn't want to think about it too much, so I picked up my phone to call Ephraim. He didn't pick up my call but called a minute later,“Hey honey” I spoke up and he hummed,“I'm in the office. Can we talk later?” He asked. Before he would hang up, I quickly said,“Father brought a man home for me to get married to” And this got his attention because he paused. He was still on the phone, but he didn't speak for a while.“And who the hell is that imbecile?” His voice had suddenly changed, causing a shiver down my spine. He would never allow it, not my Ephraim.“Some man, I don't even know his name”“Meet me at Ally club in an hour” he spoke before hanging up.Well, that does it. Ephraim would never let another have me. I am his, and he is mine for life, whether Father likes it or not.I didn't waste any more time, I took my bath and dressed up. I wore a short black gown, applied some makeup on, and let my dark hair fall on my shoulders, before putting on my knee-length boots.I've not seen Ephraim for quite a while now, he is always busy, and I completely understand. Today, we are going to meet after more than two weeks, all thanks to my father's stupid request.When I got to the living room, I saw my father and the gardener still having whatever discussion they were having,“Becky, where are you going?” He asked when he saw me dressed, it was 7 pm already.“Out” I replied, “My fiancé wants me to come over” I turned from my father to look at the fucking gardener,“In this life, money is the way. You don't have money, do not come near me, you stink” I showed him a face of disgust before walking past them swinging my hips left and right.“Becky! Becky! Becky, come back here." I heard Father yell, but I only scoffed as I made my way out of the house. I took the keys from the driver and drove myself out of the mansion.Becky's POV“Hey baby” I rushed to Ephraim and gave him a hug. He hummed before pulling me from himself and capturing my lips with his. I moaned in his mouth, he is always so good at this, and I've missed him so much that I got lost in his warmth. We were at the club and Ephraim, as always, was looking good with his hair rough and curly that my fingers found their way to it and raked it. He looked refreshed and energized. When I finally broke the kiss, I asked, “You're looking good. Did you go home to freshen up?” I asked him as we both made our way to a table. His friends were all seated around the table, they all had their girls with them. Ephraim ordered drinks for us all before asking, “What's the old man saying? He wants to give you to someone else?” I nodded as I picked up a bottle of liquor and poured him a drink. By the way, his hand tightened around my waist, I could tell he was angry with my reply, but he was trying to not show it. “Don't worry, I've told him that it w
Becky's POVI stood in front of my father's coffin as I cried. It's been a week and I still can't believe that my father, Mr. Smith Baker is dead. What hurt the most was the fact that we had had an argument before his death. His driver, Clinton, had even made a comment that he was angrily going to work that morning when his car collided with another. He had refused to let Clinton drive because he was angry I didn't come back home that night. I had spent the night with Ephraim without letting him know. I felt so guilty and pained, my heart ached so much, I just wished I could rewind time. Father's partners had come to visit one after the other, others sent their condolences. It was too heartbreaking and painful. One minute, he was alive and the next we heard he was dead. When I rushed to the hospital, I saw my father being rolled away. I had cried my eyes out that day that I can't remember much about what happened except that I had cried. And then, that idiot gardener came to the ho
Becky's POV“Attorney Collins, what's the meaning of this?” I asked as I stood to my feet. I watched the imbecile walk over to where we stood, a look that one would think innocent. He was dressed better today, at least. He looked like he would need more than guards to know his limit.“Mr gardener, are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I said back at the hospital? I do not want to see you anywhere close to me. What the hell is your fucking problem?!?” He didn't say anything but moved his eyes from me to the lawyer as if I had just spoken nonsense. Is this man being serious?“I'm sorry Becky, but until he is here, I am not allowed to read the will” “What kind of stupid rule is that?” I yelled. Before I could ask the idiot to leave, Ephraim had already begun to push him out with strength and anger. “Miss Becky, you should know that this man isn't supposed to be here too,” the lawyer said the minute he saw Ephraim dragging the gardener out. “He is my future husband!” “Who was not recogn
Tyler's POV“Tyler Brooke, do you take Miss Becky Smith as your lawfully wedded wife?” “Yes, I do” I replied so firmly with a smile on my face.“And do you, Miss Becky Smith, do you take Tyler Brooke, as your lawfully wedded husband?” One minute, two, and some more minutes passed as she looked around. I had no fear because I knew she was going to accept no matter what. Her father had placed her in a tight corner, she just could not refuse.According to my personal assistant Simon, he had given me the information of why the Smith family lawyer needed me there before he read the will. Mr. Smith had placed almost everything in the hands of both Becky and I. It was really funny how he knew his daughter very well. She will only agree to this marriage if all that rightfully belongs to her is taken away from her. “I do,” she finally responded. Even though I was sure she would agree to it, I still released breaths I didn't know I was holding. “With the power vested in me, I now pronounce y
Tyler's POVAs much as I had gotten what I had really wanted and Becky had already been made my wife, I had a very big dilemma; getting her to love me. I could visibly see the coldness in her eyes and the look of disdain she addressed me with anytime I tried to make a romantic move towards her. I was on top of the moon and I suddenly felt being dragged to the dark depths of hell.The coldness and the hatred was so much that we slept in different rooms on our wedding night. I wanted to win her heart so badly, but I didn't know how to go about it. I devised some romantic plans to help her swing to my side. I decided to carry out my plan the next day.As early as six, I stepped out of bed and headed to the kitchen downstairs. I could hear the clattering of plates and utensils as Alicia, the chef, was busy."Alicia, you're relieved of your duty today." It was if she was jolted back to life from a long trance by a megavolt of electricity. She spun around and almost lost balance in the proce
Tyler's POVI sat in the master bedroom and speaking to someone. "Nah, I wouldn't let her words get to me, she's probably just frustrated and tired from yesterday" I looked around and realized I had been speaking to myself all along.I heard the master door of the mansion unbolt and I rushed outside to see who it was. It turned out it was my baby."Babe, where are you headed to" I asked, curious.She didn't even as much as flinch as if it was a ghost whisper across the room. I thought she didn't hear me and I repeated the question. With a cold look, she turned to me and replied."I'm going out sir" with a tone laced in sarcasm."If I may ask, where are you heading to?" With a voice more subjective than authoritative. She turned and still didn't say a word. I rushed to the dining table and motioned to her. "I made your favorite; apple pie and double brewed tea, the table is set, just waiting for you."She looked at the table and her cold stare suddenly broke into a thin smile that grew
Becky's POV I was amazed at Tyler’s frustration level and I didn’t know what to do with his matter. While I get ready for work, I heard a light tap on the door to the room. I knew who it was. I opened it; and the filthy gardener came in.“Hello there, how was your night?” I looked at him.“It is none of your concern, bro.” His face became crossed and I knew he might burst any moment. I was expecting any reaction and I was ready to give him back in his own coin. “I really do not know what is wrong; all I have done is try to make you happy and to make you feel loved but all I’ve ever experienced with you was sadness and wave after wave of insults and emotional degradation.“Well, that is what you deserve for intruding into my life.” He looked away and responded “I’ve heard the word intruding into my life over a million times in the past two weeks. I’ve heard it so much that I thought my second name is almost Intrusion”I was about to burst into another long lecture of harsh tongue – la
Becky's POVWhen Ephraim stormed out of my office, I was left in a pool of decisions. I wasn’t sure if I was doing the right thing, not that I cared less for Tyler, but I was just bothered about the family name. Grandma Smith would have me slaughtered with a pencil if she caught wind of what I wanted to do; it’s not like the other family members cared about her. I decided that I would close for work and go make my decision at home.The mergers meeting had ended and Mr. Clarke was in my office, ready to make some finishing touches and to renew the contract he had before my father’s death.The phone screen came alive, someone was trying to initiate video call and when I saw that it was Tyler, I almost threw the phone off the office table. The call ended and the phone started ringing again. I was ready to give him the tongue lashing of his life when I realized the new caller was my Grandma, Grandma Smith. Taking a deep breath, I pressed the green button.“Hello, my precious daughter, how