Today, Asa went to the civil bureau and when it was her turn, she received the marriage certificate and signed it. All these while, the man she was arranged to marry hadn't arrived yet. She wondered why the man had not come yet.
She just want to get this done as soon as possible. All of a sudden, she saw a hand collecting the marriage certificate from her, on looking up, she was shocked to the gut when she saw that man...that man she had a night stand with seven years ago. They really met again for the third time.
Out of anger, she spoke, "have you been stalking me, Mr? Oh? You had to appear before me again so that I can help your bride make the custom design, right?"
"Are you the woman?" The man asked her.
"What woman?"
The man looked at the picture on the marriage certificate and folded his fist hard, the cracking of the bones could be heard. He slammed the marriage certificate on the table and signed angrily then he walked out of the civi bureau.
It can't be! Is he the husband she was arranged to marry? Looking at the marriage certificate, she confirmed with his passport that was attached on it. Oh! He didn't appear before her intentionally, he wasn't stalking her, this was a pure coincidence obviously.
But... Wasn't he about to get married to his fianceé? What happened? She quickly walked out of the Civil bureau and caught up with him, he was almost at where his car was.
'Mr. Hali," she called. She had seen his name on the marriage certificate. "I'm as confused as you are, how did we become married? I thought you are planning to marry your fiancee? What happened?"
"My assistant will send you the divorce paper, you must sign it otherwise, I'll make your life miserable." He got inside his car and drove away.
She furrowed her brow in shock. But was it her fault? She immediately called her father and once the old man answered, she spoke, "father... it's impossible for me to marry that man. I know him."
"And what if you know him, my dear child? Does it change anything?" The old man asked.
"He wants divorce and I'm ready to grant him. Dad, please understand. I can't force myself on him when he clearly wants divorce plus I found out he has a woman he was already planning to marry."
"Let's talk about this at my home."
"Dad, you know I can't come there. I don't ever want your wife again." She said.
"But I do not have the strength to come to your place."
"I know. Why don't we meet at the restaurant that's not too far from the house?" She suggested.
"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can."
After the call came to an end, Asa got inside her car and drove at once to the location of the restaurant. Surprisingly, her father was already seated there.
"Dad... he wants divorce and I must grant him." She said after she had sat.
"You already told me all these. But I guess I didn't tell you the purpose of the marriage?" The old man said, "with the marriage, you get to become something tangible in the future, I can't state it now cause the family wants us to keep it a secret. Secondly, our companies will be able to partner with their families, as you can already notice, we are at the edge of bankruptcy, I'm sick and didn't have the strength to manage our companies and it has tell a lot on them. Thirdly, I promised Biden's mother personally when he was just five years old and you were in your mother's womb that if my wife gives birth to a girl, I'll ensure she ends up as Biden's wife."
"You made this agreement when I was in the womb?"
"The unofficial agreement with Biden Hali's mother was made when you were in the womb, yes, but the official agreement was made after you were born. Our family have a lot to gain from this my dear child." The old man said.
"Dad, you can employ someone capable to manage the affairs of the company, plus declaring bankruptcy isn't the end of the world, dad. I won't marry a man that didn't want me."
"Do you want him?"
"Never. Why will I want him? I'm happy with my son. I'm happy being a single mother. I don't need a man in my life. Dad, please understand that I deserve to be happy. I can't tie myself to a man who loathes me." She said.
"That woman Biden Hali wants to marry isn't the right one for him. You are. Biden Hali once saved me from death, I owe him my favor. Please my dear child, do this for me."
When she saw that her father would keep insisting on what he wants, she stood, "father, I must leave."
The old man looked at her with a sad expression and nodded, "I love you, my sweet child."
She looked at him and responded, "I love you too dad. But my happiness will always come first." Then she walked away.
It's barely two hours that she got home that she received a visitor in person of Biden Hali's assistant, Timofel.
"Please read the divorce agreement and sign it at once," Timofel said as soon as he was in her living room. She received the divorce paper and sat, she took a pen, ready to sign when her phone suddenly rang. Seeing that it was Polina, anger rose in her bile, how dare she call her? She hadn't dare to call her in the past seven years. Ever since she caught her in bed with her husband, she didn't care if she was dead or alive.
But it's weird that she's calling her all of a sudden, out of curiosity, she answered it, "your father is dead."
"What did you say?"
"Your father is dead. He left a letter behind for you." Then she hung the call up.
Her heart ripped apart into sadness, the pen she was holding fell from her hand and tears rushed down her face. She then called her line back and when she answered, she asked, "what's in the letter?"
"Come and pick it whenever you are chanced."
"Just read the letter for me already," she said angrily.
"As you wish," Polina said and after a minute, she proceeded to read the content of the letter, "the letter reads: My sweet Asa, please give your marriage with Biden a chance for at least one year, if it didn't work out after a year, you can proceed with the divorce. From your loving father."
Timofel could sense that something was wrong yet he kept mute and hoped that Asa signed the divorce paper as soon as she can. "I can't sign the divorce papers," Asa said sadly. "What are you talking about? Do you want money? My master have more than enough, shall I write you a blank cheque?" He asked. How dare he go back to Biden Hali to report such bad news; that this woman refused to sign. "It's not about money. It's about fulfilling my dead's father wish. I won't sign." Timofel scoffed, "your dead father's wish? Did you forget my master and I, alongside his bride came to your company to get a wedding gown? Do you know how heartbroken my master's fiancée will be when she finds out that my master can't marry her again." "I am not signing this divorce paper, Mr. Timofel." She said determinedly. "In that case, I can promise you the most miserable life anyone on earth won't pray for." Timofel threatened. "Mr. Timofel, I think you should now leave my house." Timofel stood angrily
The words felt foreign on her tongue, a truth she wasn't quite sure of, yet she couldn't stop them from escaping her lips.Startled, Biden sharply pivoted towards her, his hands momentarily pausing in their labor. "What are you saying?" He queried, his tone thick with confusion.Collecting herself, Asa shook her head and expelled a long sigh, as though to physically remove the tension from her body."Who's Lev?" Biden pressed further, his eyebrows knitting together in a stern expression.Dismissing the inquiry with a flick of her hand, Asa responded, "Nevermind, I... I just forgot I wasn't at home."Biden studied her for a moment longer before turning back to his tasks. In his eyes, it seemed as though Asa was not herself. In the quiet solitude of the kitchen, where Biden had been busily preparing coffee, Asa found herself alone. Her eyes were drawn to the window, staring out with a sense of anticipation. It was past 2 pm, and Alfred was due to return, but the landscape beyond the wi
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"What are you doing here?" Asa demanded, her face a mask of anger."Hey, calm down. Is that how you greet a guest?" Oleg replied, a smirk playing on his lips."I won't ask again, Oleg. What are you doing here and how did you get into my car?" Asa's voice was laced with irritation and fear."Two questions at a time, mmm, Asa," Oleg mused, drawing out her name.Asa fully turned to face him, her attention on him despite her mounting anger. His lips stretched into a grin as he continued to study her. His nonchalant demeanor only served to increase her annoyance."What do you want?" she asked, her voice thick with suppressed emotion."You know what I want, Asa. Stop playing the victim here," Oleg retorted, folding his arms across his chest. "I want my son."His words hit Asa like a physical blow. Was he serious? Was he just trying to get a reaction out of her? Alfred wasn't his son."You're joking, right?" Asa swallowed hard, struggling to keep her emotions in check."No, I'm not. And I in
Tears streamed down Asa's face as she frantically tried to call Oleg again."Hello," a voice on the other end of the line responded."Please, Oleg, where are you? Where is my son?" Her voice quivered, her pleas punctuated by sobs."I can't disclose that information to you, ma'am," the voice replied. It wasn't Oleg but one of his henchmen."Please, I need to know where my son is!" Asa pleaded."Lady, knowing where your son is won't change anything," Oleg interrupted, his voice icy."Please, Oleg..." Asa sobbed, but Oleg had already hung up.Asa wailed, her sobs echoing around her. The teachers tried to comfort her, but it was no use. Her heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. Her son was with Oleg, and she had no idea what she might do."Why has my life been suddenly plunged into turmoil?" Asa lamented in despair.*In a daze, Asa got back into her car and drove home, trying to clear her mind. "How am I supposed to clear my mind when my son is somewhere I don't even
Anastasia and Asa climbed into the car and set off for the bar. Greg had relayed that he had managed to procure some information regarding Alfred's whereabouts, urging them to meet him there. Their journey was brief, and upon arriving, they informed Greg of their presence.Noticing their signal, Greg approached their car. He was young, with a notably muscular build.Anastasia slid her glasses down and rolled the window down to engage with him."Good evening, Greg, what's the news? Hop into the backseat," Anastasia instructed.With a gentlemanly demeanor, Greg complied. "We're all ears," Anastasia probed, eager to hear his findings."I've pinpointed Oleg's location, and I can confirm that the child is with him, in a house. Here's the address where Oleg's holding the child." He displayed the address on his phone screen. Anastasia and Asa scanned the information attentively."If there's anything more you need, don't hesitate to contact me," Greg concluded, stepping out of the vehicle.
"Where is my son?" Asa's demand lingered in the still air, only to be met by Oleg's infuriatingly serene and almost mocking smile. His evident pleasure in her anguish was evident. Asa, once so resilient, appeared to be crumbling under the weight of her fear and vulnerability. "He's with me," Oleg responded nonchalantly. "And I don't intend to allow you to see him." At his signal, two men materialized and restrained Asa. Despite her frantic attempts to break free, they held her firm. All the while, Oleg reveled in her desperate struggle."Oleg, release her!" Anastasia's voice pierced through the silent tension like a blade. She stood her ground, her eyes hardened with determination, but the flicker of fear lurking within them was unmistakable.Oleg simply turned his head, meeting Anastasia's gaze with an insolent smile. "Oh, look who's become the defender," he taunted, a wicked glint in his eyes.With a flinch, Asa tried again to break free from the men's iron grip, her voice coming
Biden sat in the heart of his bustling office, buried under heaps of paperwork. His diligent secretary and numerous subordinates kept flowing into the room, each of them bearing new files, each document a fresh responsibility on his already burdened shoulders.His gaze was laser-focused on the documents in front of him, so engrossed was he that he didn't even notice the untouched mug of coffee beside him, its contents now cold and uninviting.Despite his strained relationship with the woman he was reluctantly sharing his life with, a sense of responsibility tugged at him. He reached out for the sleek telephone on his desk, dialing a familiar number."Hello, report to my office," he commanded succinctly, dropping the telephone back onto its cradle.Soon, his office door swung open to reveal Timofel, his trusted assistant. A meek man, who despite his reticent demeanor, carried out Biden's commands to the letter."Good morning sir, you sent for me," Timofel greeted, his eyes cast downwar