Zendaya's POV
If pathetic and miserable were a person then there’d be no perfect comparison to those words, as myself.My life was the perfect description of them. I stared out the transparent glass of my office, watching everyone mingle with themselves, laughing and cheering each other.Here I am, brooding over my sad and lonely life. I thought it was said that life is hard and tough for the ugly, but I was nowhere near any of that. No hard feelings to anyone, but I am an epitome of beauty. An hourglass shaped body any man would die for, and would undoubtedly make some ladies really jealous.There’s my mesmerizing emerald eyes and high cheekbones, hard to come by. 5 feet 8 tall, full, luscious lips and a symmetrical face. Definitely, I am a complete charm. But, my parents turned out to be the perfect obstacle sent to ruin my perfectly, outlined world.Everything spiralled the very day I was made to enter into a contract marriage with Asher Smith.When I first met him, he was running for the presidential post in the country. He got appointed a president afew days after the marriage, where he won the election.One would think I would have it all, having a solid career as a lawyer and getting married to the number one citizen of the country– the president. That should at least come with a whole lot of nice things. However, my case appears different.Leaning further into the chair, I twirled it around with my eyes closed. Still trying to brood, but my belly clearly has other plans for me. It growled loudly.This is the part of my day at work that I hated so much; having lunch. No one seem to want to be my friend or have anything to do with me at work. If I wasn't so bad at making lunch so early on my way to work. I would have chosen to make my own meals and eat here in my office.Even if that was the case, there was still a need for me to eat in the break room with every other person. It never gets better.Sighing into resolve, i tapped on my phone for my daily order. They were just on time, as I heard the knock on the door."Here is your order ma'am." The delivery boy smiled at me. He seems to be the only one oblivious to my predicament."You are always on time. Thank you so much." I mumbled sincerely. Searching my bag, I handed him a tip for being so amazing.Dragging my swollen feet for having sat for too long, I squared my shoulders as I walked out of the office, down to the break room. Maybe I should have waited a bit longer, that would have left me all alone In the room with no disturbance.Three young ladies who are clearly trainees and should accord me some respect, being a senior associate and all. But, like every other uncouth person in the firm, they had their nose turned up towards me.‘Breath, Zendaya.’It's my daily mantra to prevent myself from actually going nuts and beating the shit out of whomever crosses my path. Funny thing is; it's just a thought I have in my mind every passing day just to feel alive.Terrific!Settling into the table with my back turned to them. I inhaled the heavenly smell of the fresh burger and chips. My belly rumbled in approval.‘Yes baby, we are about to get some.’ I patted my belly."I heard he sleeps around with no remorse!" One of the girls who actually thinks she is whispering– or was speaking so loudly on purpose, said to the others.These silly girls are gossiping about me when I am just a few feets away from them. For goodness sake, who the hell brought up these people?Fine! I don't want to listen, I shouldn't. But I couldn’t help it, even if I wanted to.Another responded In a lower voice this time. "Who would have thought someone as good looking as herself would be at the receiving end of such treatment?"They stayed silent and I could feel their eyes on me now, pretending not to hear a thing they said. I kept on with my food, their receding footsteps sounded like music to my ears. They were right about everything and it hurts so bad. At least, they were cautious enough to not say it to my face like my other colleagues do.Just when I thought the torment was over, some other people passed by my table and I was sure they didn't even realize I was in the room right now, or they did, but chose to act oblivious.They were all whispering between themselves. There’s no doubt it's me they were talking about; words have it that my entire life happenings were juicy contents for gossip."I feel so much pity for Zendaya. Do you think he beats her?" One of them, whose voice sounded like she was being choked, said.The first one who seemed to have started the gossip, responded, "Of course, he definitely beats her. But what woman stays put in a place she isn't loved. I can bet it with you; it's all for his money.""He sure has money, no doubt." Said another as they giggled lightly. "Her life is such a pain, and a joke. I would never wish for such misery in my life."When they finally walked away, I let out a relieved breath that I didn't even realize I was holding.Everytime I remember that son of a gun named Asher whom I was in a contract marriage with, my insides boil so hard, I think I might explode. He is the reason I have become a laughing stock in the whole city. I can't even remember the time I’ve ever had an actual conversation with my supposed husband.The only time we’ve exchanged a few words together, was when we had an official gathering that required my presence, whereby we were both required to put up a faux font for the public image.It's how he makes me hate my life so much. If I had my way, I would throw a divorce paper in his face and move on without hesitation.But, as always for a bad written fate like mine, there is a clause.When my parents made me sign the marriage contract, it was more on a forced will. My own parents thought it right to threaten to cut me off my inheritance and erase my name from the will if I refuse to oblige.The tears were falling now. My life really was pathetic! I’ve been trying to keep them at bay, but every time I remember what would become of me if I decide to fight for my freedom, I feel empty.And it's all Asher's fault.The humiliation would have been kept minimal if he isn't such a man whore. That bastard sleeps with anything in a skirt that spreads. I’ve never met someone so shameless in my entire life.As a leader, he is a terrible example to follow. Anyone who has Asher as his or her mentor definitely needs their head checked. I really can't keep up with this continuous embarassment, my life almost has no meaning anymore. My name is always attached to him and there is nothing I can do to it.On the other hand, there is definitely something that I can do. And that is to tell him off his horrible lifestyle. Taking a deep breath, even though I hate to do this, I trashed the rest of my meal.Asher would have no choice but to listen to me today. That man can't have me under his nails. I also have a goddamn life to live.Zendaya's POV Whatever they added into the burger I ate definitely had some form of high pill in it. The zeal that got me off the chair I sat on in the lunchroom, and had me packing my bags to prepare for home, all abandoned me when I got into the car. Almost like I had an epiphany; what the hell, Daya? I slammed my head on the steering in frustration. One thing I forgot to mention is how much that bastard's demeanor intimidates me. You would think he studied psychology in college, or probably did for real. Asher's whole expression is to make the other person feel small and closed in. And if I would be sincere to myself, he has that effect on me too. Come on, girl! You can do this!This is why I should really consider some yoga classes, to enable some adequate control of my nerves. Cause why the hell are my palms sweaty and my breath keeps hitching? Especially when I’m not standing in his presence yet."Okay, just relax." I reminded myself loudly, "All I need to do is tell him
Zendaya's POV My body ached badly as I attempted to stand up from the floor. My legs were cramped together, restricting blood flow. Looking around I realized it was morning; I must have slept off on the floor, while crying last night. Standing up, it felt hazy and my head ached badly. And I didn't even take any alcohol, but it feels like I am having a hangover. Sighing, I headed to the bathroom. Taking a long look at myself in the mirror, I let out a resigned sigh; I looked like a lost cause. My hair sprouted out like an unwanted weed, dry mascara stuck to my face making me look like a baby raccoon. My face was blotched from all of the tears. The tears weren't necessary if I am to think of it, but I like to think I deserve to cry out my pains. Pulling at the hair to straighten it which appears to be a waste of time, I stepped out to look through my closet. Since it's the end of the week; I might as well skip going to that horrible workplace and probably take a long road trip. And
Zendaya's POV My head felt like it would split into two with the migraine that I woke up to. I tried to reach for my phone by the bed stand but instead, I made contact with both. Sitting up, I almost fell out of the bed because of the urgency at which I moved. Looking around the room, my eyes widened in horror when I realized I wasn’t in my room. The interior definitely is nothing compared to where I sleep in since I had been married to Asher. I held onto the sheet tightly, peeping underneath it, and then I almost screamed in horror at the sight that greeted me. I am naked! I mean butt naked!I can't believe I just slept with my distasteful husband, how in the world did I get so carried away. Taking a deep breath, I stood up, wrapping the bedsheet around me. Since the universe doesn't really have a keen interest in me, I wasn’t surprised when Asher caught me trying to sneak out of his bedroom with his sheets wrapped around me, and to make me feel more on the spot, when he walked
Zendaya's POV I tried to calm my nerves as I paced the study, hoping Asher would stop by the place like he usually does. Even though I had already told one of the maids to inform him about meeting me in the study. My palms feel sweaty, I was indeed pregnant.Fuck.Now that it turns out to be true, the next thing to do is let the father of the child, know about it.Saying a silent prayer as I heard Asher's footstep heading towards the study, I hope I would have enough courage to face him. This is the first time we would be talking since that night. Which is still the reason behind my presence here. Talking to Asher doesn't interest me either. "This had better be quick." He mumbled the moment he got in.I kissed my teeth silently, this bastard must think I am a joke. Squaring my shoulders I held his gaze. "I am pregnant." I announced in my loudest and strictest voice. Silence enveloped the room at first and for a second I almost thought he was having a deep thought. "Abort it."
“Alright, thank you for coming over and if you all have questions then let me know about it okay?” I said standing to my feet before shaking hands with the clients I had around.The clients and my subordinates stood at their feet as they prepared to leave before a client stopped me with his outstretched arm with a smug grin.“Is anything the matter?” I asked in a polite manner in order to not get anyone thinking I was rude, but he did not seem to understand my route.“For a woman you’re doing pretty well handling this company yourself,” he said laughing as he looked around to get people to follow him and laugh. “I beg your pardon,” I was confused at his words.“I mean, let’s face it. You’re a woman. There is no way you could have gotten and built all of this yourself. Where is the man in charge?”I sighed. The people around the room were confused on why he had chosen to end the day that way but I was not going to let this man insult me.“Who handles your company?” I asked him wi
On the day I had gotten on the plane and decided to leave everything behind, I had cried my eyes out. Since no one was going to be by my side I had prepared myself to leave them and start up my own life.I had left my marriage, my family and my life — whatever was left of it anyway — and had traveled to a country far from my birth home.Since I was unknown here and I had an opportunity to start over, I had taken it and decided to live a very low key life.I had used the money I had saved up from my former workplace to start a new life. I was glad I had saved everything and not touched it. I had also invested the money when I was still with my contracted husband and when I went to withdraw it I could see that it had yielded me so much returns.Searching for a new job in a place I was still new to was more difficult than I had thought.It turned out everyone only wanted to give jobs to those who had history in the country and since I was a stranger I was not oven the jobs.After being r
A message entered my phone which had me getting out of my head for a second. I picked it up from the table to look at which had me smiling from ear to ear.Opening the message I found it to be a picture of a rare painting which I had told him I liked. The message was from Travis Wilson, a rich suitor.‘Do you like it?’ he texted after the picture as I chuckled a little before sitting in my chair. Thinking back on where I had first met the man, I found it to be when I had first started my bakery business. I had started the business beside my house since I could not handle the stress of going too far from the children.Handling triplets and the business was not an easy feat but I was ready to do it and that was what I did.When I had met Travis, I had seen him as a man who was ridiculously rich. He did not waste time in flaunting his wealth before me which had me rolling my eyes.He had shown a liking to me which none of us could deny was there. I had told him of my children which
thing but the music in his radio to keep me company, I fell into my thoughts.“Hey,” he called my attention to him as I smiled. “Are you okay? You seem distant.”“I’m sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”“Oh yeah? Like what?” he asked wanting to know what I was thinking about as I looked around looking for a way to give off an excuse. “I had difficult clients today,” I sighed. “They didn’t think I could run my own company. It was embarrassing but I did put him in his place.”“Did he come to you for help?”“Apparently his failing business needed my touch and that was what I did. I saved it, yet I was given the bad hand.”“I’m glad you put him in his place. No one deserves to talk to you anyhow. You’ve come a long way. I knew when your business was the only thing you were holding onto. Here you are being one of the biggest bakeries in the country.”I loved hearing the history of how I started and I looked towards the school when I heard the bell ring.Almost immediately I found the tripl