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Anita helped clean up, and when she walked into the living room, she saw her husband speaking to his grandfather and Michael while his father was sitting on the couch silently. Everyone asked us both to go to bed, saying she was tired.When they entered the room, Anita folded her arms and stood before Alex, “I know how to defend myself. I don’t need your help,”“Is this your way of saying thank you?”It was, but she couldn’t admit that to him. She still has her pride.“No,”“You are a terrible liar,”“I mean it. I could have handled it,”“I didn’t defend you.” He walked away, leaving Anita flabbergasted by his cryptic answer.Then it clicked her. Alex didn’t defend Anita, but he defended his decision to marry her in a roundabout way; he defended himself. “Here is your schedule for this week” Before Anita could react, Alex, thrust a paper in her hands.“Schedule? What Schedule?” She read through the paper, and her blood boiled, “What the hell is this?” Her voice was chilly enough to f
Anita woke up with a start. The clock on the bedside table showed it was fifteen past nine. She never over-slept. Why didn’t her mother wake her up? Her body was sour and in pain. Anita looked around the room in panic as she slowly remembered her so-called wedding. She cried herself to sleep last night. She looked around and found the couch was empty. Anita took a quick shower and got ready. She wore jeans and a simple T-shirt, wore a ponytail, and her face was makeup-free. Anita did not glow nor dress like a newlywed. She asked for directions to the living room with the working maids.When she walked to the living room, she saw Alex’s Grandma, Grandpa, Michael, Alex’s father, and stepmother having a beverage. “I’m sorry, I woke up late.” Grandma smiled and waved her hand, gesturing for her to take a seat.“There is no need to apologize, Sweetheart. You were pretty tired. I’ll ask them to bring your coffee,”“No problem, I can make mine,”“You can, but you still look tired. Sit,” Sh
“Meeting someone and marrying them are two vastly different things,” I said to him quietly, crossing my arms, “What exactly is your plan?” “I’m planning to get married. To you!” He said, looking straight into my eyes. “That was selective hearing on your part, sir.” I said, “I won’t marry you.” His jaw gritted so hard I thought his teeth might shatter. His voice came out in a growl. “Why are you trying so hard not to like me? It’s a pretty good deal.” “It’s a crappy deal wrapped up in stupidity. I would rather have all my teeth pulled out using pliers without anesthesia than marry a stranger,” I replied. “There is no going back, Ms. Lewis. The sooner you accept, it’s better for everyone,” He snapped back, his voice cutting. “What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand? The ‘n’ or the ‘o’? I don’t want to marry you,” I shouted. “You will accept. You will say ‘Yes’ to this marriage.” He enunciated each word slowly as if he was biting t
"What?" I whisper in shock-relief rolled into one. My mother was weeping, and my father looked at me with a deer-in-the-headlights expression. "I don't understand? You argued that he is dying to marry me? Should I assume he is dead?" I angled my voice to make it look like it was trembling to shake, and I was trying hard to find my voice. But on the inside, I'm dancing, celebrating, happy isn't the word, Delirious. I'm the happiest woman in the world. Though my sister, Lee, was consoling my mother, she narrowed her eyes at me, and the meaning was clear. Suspicion, doubt, and cynical written on it. She was trying to figure out if I had a hand in this drama. "We don't know..." my father dragged his words, not sure what to say. "You don't know? That's comforting, Dad. What should I do? Stay in the church forever or wait for him to return from the Mountains or rise from the dead?" I tilted my head to look at my weeping mother. "What do you think I should do, Ma? Do you have an a
I walked toward my parents. “Tell me he is joking!” My mother looked away. “We have no other choice,” said my father. I gasped in disbelief. “No choice? What am I? A product you bought on A****n that you must return in thirty days?” I bristled. “No. No. Mr. King said you both know each other.” My father’s gaze flickered between the stranger in panic and me. “What? I saw him in my office when he walked past me. We didn’t even look at each other. I have no clue how he even knows me or my wedding. Is that what you call ‘know each other’?” I threw my hands up in the air in derision. “I’ll give you some privacy to talk,” said the man as he walked past us with his friend on his tail. “Have you said yes to this marriage?” I asked, pointing my fingers in a warning. “We have no other choice,” repeated my father. “What choice, Dad? Don’t be ridiculous. It’s my wedding. I’m the one who has to say yes,” I yelled. “You need to think from our shoes,” whispered my mother. “Your shoe
"Yet you want me to marry him?" She covered her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her parents nodded their heads proudly.Anita tried her best to put on her brave face, trying to hide the pain that her marriage was being auctioned to the highest bidder by her parents, and as a matter of fact, they are proud of it. I don't want them to know that I am breaking inside. People wouldn't understand what I was going through, especially not those who gave birth to her. I swallowed the lump in my throat, "Is society so important to you than your daughter's happiness?""You will have a fortunate life," said my mother."Fortunate? How? I don't even know this man. Didn't you say the same words about Ken? An hour ago, my happiness was with Ken, and now my happiness is with the Stranger? Marriage for marriage's sake doesn't make any sense to me. Mom, you both need to stop this vicious circle of emotional blackmail. Every time you exploit my love, vulnerability, and fear to get your way. How long
"I'm planning to get married. To you!" He said, looking straight into my eyes.She stepped toward him, standing very close to him and looking straight into his eyes. When someone tells you a lie, they will often find it difficult to look straight into my eyes, but he isn't. His eyes never left hers. Why? "Sir, there is beauty in truth, even if it's painful. Those who lie twist life to look tasty to the lazy, brilliant to the ignorant, and powerful to the weak. But lies only strengthen our defects. They don't teach anything, help, fix, or cure anything. I'm not sure your reason for marrying me, but my life is at stake. We can try and find good alternatives for you?"The Stranger raised a brow at her, clearly not getting what she meant by that."You say that we are getting married? I don't know you. One should be personally acquainted, be friends, date, visit the other person's family, and truly get to know one another before marriage. Why don't we start with dating?""No" She exaspera
"Alex, be honest, we have known each other all our lives, and you have neither forced a girl nor fell in love; then what has gotten into you to force this girl to marry you? Do you even know what you are doing?" Alex's strange behavior perplexed him greatly."Yes,"Alex is a strange man who likes to see people in their element before putting on their masks and hiding their true selves. He had learned early not to accept people at face value and trust in their unguarded responses. Alex does not deal with business proposals for profit and is a man like a devil himself; he always knows when the truth is not forthcoming. He has a reputation for always knowing. Yet, how he knew Anita and why he chose to marry Anita will remain a mystery forever. Michael feared for Anita; she had let the lion called Alexander King close; now, he must guard her and not allow too much room for to Alex twist her into knots. God knows the reason behind the marriage. "God!! How will you answer your family? If y