Chapter Four:
Arya gulped down saliva and decided to walk to the young man. He looked expensive, like the rich CEOs she imagined after reading romance books, that was her method of escapism.
She stopped halfway when the man diverted his gaze from hers and took his phone. Maybe she should just leave? And how dare she try to have a conversation with such a hot guy, he might have come to pick his girlfriend up from school.
She turned and headed home, ignoring the young man, who looked at her again.
The young man was Sir Damien, he took a picture of Arya and sent it to Anna to confirm if she was the one he came for. He had never meet Anna since their middle school, where he was basically someone who caused fear in her. During his early teen years, he had been diagnosed with the yandere syndrome and had to stay away from her.
He received a text from Anna. “She’s the one. Go get her bro!”
He smiled, getting back into his car.
The driver, noticing his smile, suggested in a low tone. “Should I follow her?”
His smile faded, the younger him would have done so but he was no longer sick, he shook his head. “No, our wedding is this week. Let’s go prepare.”
The driver grinned, before driving off.
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“I found a man for you.”
Arya froze in her steps as she walked back into the house. She was trying to sneak in through the back door but her dad was already at the kitchen where it was. He could read her thoroughly now.
She frowned, rushing in front of him. “You aren’t going to sell me. This is the 21st century, and I am a human with rights.” she just had to keep character like she didn’t have a backup plan.
Her father raised his hands to hit her but she ducked. He brought the hands down, exhaling. “Don’t dare to question me, Arya. Be happy the man who showed interest is really wealthy.”
He went back to the sitting room, Arya with sunken shoulders followed after him. A row of wrapped boxes and fancy buckets laid in a row as she walked inside the sitting room.
Her eyes shone with surprise. She had been gifted presents already? Was it by Sir Damien or had he been late and another man was taking her?
“I feel the young man overdid himself.”
Arya’s eyes stood sharp on hearing ‘young man’. If he was a young man then it was probably Sir Damien. Even if she didn’t know how young he was, but since her sister said he was younger than she, he could be in his early twenties.
“You fit his requirements so much that I felt he had you in mind when asking for a wife. His butler had a stupid British accent though.” Her father grinned.
Arya stayed quiet, looking like she wasn’t pleased. If for anything, she was pleased that her father was grinning while walking into her trap.
“Can I ask what requirements of his that I had fit into?” She demanded, to be sure if Sir Damien really went as far as being specific.
“One. An engineer. The man is a CEO of a tech company and he would be needing a managing engineer. That’s where you come in.” Mr. Ernest said.
She smiled, at least her father knew she was worthy of something.
“He needed someone in his twenties too. You would be twenty soon. At least you’d be celebrating it in your husband’s house not mine.” Mr. Stark laughed.
Arya secretly rolled her eyes. At least he knew her birthday dates, he didn’t know Anna’s.
“Lastly, he needed someone who was religious. No religion specified. Maybe just someone to pray for him regularly.”
Arya shrugged, she wasn’t very religious and maybe she should, so all these mishaps would stop happening to her.
“So you better be all these. He had already paid $100,000 for you.” He pointed at her.
Arya’s hands folded her arms. Her fee was only $100,00? Was that how much she worth or was that only how much her father had asked for? How can her father think she’s only worth $100,000 when she was about throwing her remaining life to a man?
“When I asked for $50,000, I assumed it was too much but he gave double!”
Her arms fell down. Her father had asked for $50,000 for her bridal fee!? Of course, what was she expecting.
“Dad, you seem happy. I hope you use the $100,000 to pay my mother’s debt.” She said in a low tone, with bowed head.
Her father stopped celebrating and glared at her. “This money has nothing to do with your mother’s debt! This is what I get for marrying you off as someone who took care of you and your sister when your mother died!”
She shook her head. He took care of them? He was more of a slave master than father. She and her sister learnt to mask their emotions and be a walking ‘Wednesday’. Tears well up in her eyes.
“That’s not going to work this time. I am owning you no debt! Use that as my mother’s debt! You married me off so I am no longer entitled to take your shit!”
A resounding slap fell on her cheeks, making her fall on the ground. Her body shook while she cried.
“Don’t you dare run your mouth with me! Very well! The debt is off!! And you’re no longer my daughter! I have no daughter!!” Mr. Stark barked.
She jumped to her feet. “Fine, if I get freedom, then fine!” she sobbed, then stomped to the door. “I would want you to send a contract for me to sign, freeing my dead mother of her debt.”
Her father exhaled. “Yes, I’d send it. And by tomorrow, make sure all your things are out of my house!”
Arya nodded, before leaving through the door. Outside the house, it was raining cats and dogs, she walked under it despite having low tolerance to cold.
At worst she’d catch a cold, then overwork herself till she sweats out and get better. Tears rolled down and she sucked it in.
Her father finally let her go, no need to feel guilty for running away, she had no family now, apart from Anna. And then by contract, her husband. She exhaled, a husband she knew nothing about. But she should go along with it for the fact her mother was free from her monster husband, even if she’d be the contracted wife of Sir Damien.
Chapter Five: Romance counselor.Outside the house, it was raining cats and dogs, she walked under it despite having low tolerance to cold. At worst she’d catch a cold, then overwork herself till she sweats out and gets better. Tears rolled down and she sucked it in.Remembering that she’d be the wife of a CEO, she ran out of the rain and inside a café.She shouldn’t look sickly for her wedding but look expensive and materialistic. She didn’t even know where to buy quality things. She indulged herself in hot coffee till she received two texts on her phone at the same time. One was her sister asking if she was accepting Sir Damien. The other was Winx also asking if Sir Damien was really getting married to her. Arya ignored all and switched of her phone.Across her table, in the café, a man in a simple suit was staring at her. He tilted his head, like he was thinking of where he knew her before getting up to walk to her. “Hello, Miss.”Arya dropped her cup and raised her head, seein
Chapter Six: Starting Over.Arya raised a brow, how’d he know if he was an amazing person? Or was he just speaking as a relationship counselor? “Well, I bet he is. He is my sister’s friend and also Mr. Dean’s friend so he’d be a nice guy, I hope.” She said. “Anyway, let’s assume he is, you’d need to be comfortable around him. Let your body gradually adopt the lifestyle. Be honest about your feelings.” He enumerated. Arya’s eyes were on his veiny hands as he took out a finger for each point he made. She pursed her lips and nodded. “I will take that part slow.” Mr. Wade paused but then shrugged. “You know anything about wedding dresses and clothes for rich people? I'll need a hint or two on it.” “I am very open to help you shop for it.” Mr. Wade offered. Arya’s eyes widened. He would shop for her? What if he met his girlfriend in the mall? Wouldn’t that give her a bad label? “I certainly can’t do that to you. Or is it part of your job description?” she asked, politely. “Personal
Chapter Seven: Cat amongst Tigers. Arya had never seen so many pretty things in one place before. She felt her card will go dangerously red soon but didn’t speak of it to Mr. Wade. She ran to a short red dress but when she stood in front of it, the mirror reflected her image on it and she saw it will be quite too short for her. “Do you want it?” Mr. Wade asked. She moved away, shaking her head. “It’s short.”With her disappointed tone, Wade looked back on the dress and without her seeing him, picked it up, along with it’s leggings she might not have viewed. Minutes later, they walked out of the mall, her hands full with bags. He noticed her little hops when she got outside and could tell she was excited about everything. Just when he was about dropping a taxi for her, he sighted a young girl who had been watching him while he shopped. He paused, keeping a distance from Arya. The girl came closer and bowed, before passing by. She peeked into his bag and frowned. He sighed. Yet
Chapter Eight: Won’t love him.Anna heard a knock on the door, she rose from the couch and paused the movie she was watching. “Arya, is that you?” she opened the door and smiled. “Good evening.” Arya bowed, and went to her sister for a hug. Anna brightly enveloped her in a hug. She noticed her little sister wasn’t letting go and gave her a pat on the back gently. “Don’t worry, everything will work out dear. Come inside.” She ushered her in. Arya wiped her wet face, she smiled seeing the series her sister was watching on Tv. “I never knew these household dramas could happen in real life.” “Oh, it can. It surely can.” Anna exhaled, plopping down on the couch. She got up again. “Do you want me to make food for you. You’re staying here, right?” The younger sister nodded. “Yeah, do you have chicken?” Anna rolled her eyes, sighing. “Look how you are being picky? Do you know how expensive chicken is?” Arya smiled, she watched her elder sister, still grumbling, leave to make food for h
Chapter Nine: Goddess Selena.Arya grabbed her sister’s phone and glared at it. That man was really Sir Damien.The picture she was looking at, Damien was wearing a white shirt and was cheering with some other students. The background looked like her sister’s university, the current university Arya attended. How could it be? She had met Sir Damien already without knowing. She slapped the phone on the table and screamed. “I told Damien about my marriage and spoke about feeling weird about it!”How could the universe be so cruel to her? She wanted the ground to open and swallow her that instant. Anna squinted her eyes. “Wait, you guys have met?” she took her phone away from the table, her sister was slamming. Her sister rose from the chair, in panic. “He helped me get the taxi I used to get here. You see those clothes?” She pointed at the bags she brought. “Damien helped me shop for them.” “That’s weird. Was he stalking you?” Anna frowned.Arya shook her head vehemently. “No, actu
Chapter Ten: If it becomes real. Arya ran to the standing mirror with the wedding gown, that had just been delivered and checked on it. She made a spin and smiled. “This is pretty.” Her smile fell. “And also very familiar.” She had seen a sample at the boutique, was the dress in trend? Perhaps when Damien shopped for it, he saw it and liked it. Her smile returned. At least, they had similar tastes in clothes. “What are you doing? Thinking of you two being compatible? Forget it, it’s a contracted marriage.” she dropped the gown to the floor. Why was Damien being so kind to gift her a gown? Did he know that she didn’t have a single coin with her to buy anything? “Arya! That dress belongs on your body and not the floor!” Anna shouted, entering her room. Arya picked it up hurriedly and threw it on the bed, she rushed to her sister’s side. “You said he called? What for? About me or something?” Why was she curious? Anna wondered. “He called to ask how my marriage plans with Jim are
Chapter Eleven: Child of Woe.A gentleman. Damien must be nothing but a gentleman. He swiftly agreed to the marriage being done in his absence and sent a car over to pick her up. Arya couldn’t help but feel these acts could swerve her earlier decisions of acting formal with Damien and only lovey-dovey in front of his mother. “I should also help him get a lady he’d fall in love with, it can’t be me.” she whispered to herself as Damien’s driver drove her to the venue. The car stopped in front of a huge building that didn’t look like a court house. Did he rent a place for the wedding? It wasn’t supposed to be that big. The driver opened the car door for her and she got out, wearing a smile. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” He replied and pointed inside. She picked up her flowing gown and walked into the building. Her eyes were down so she wouldn’t step on her dress and trip but when they went up, her jaw dropped. Only three people were in the building and they were all staring at he
Chapter Twelve: Miserable Thirteen. Damien looked out of the jet window. The pilot announced they’d be dropping soon and he heaved a sigh of relief. Those thirteen hours were the most depressing and challenging for him. He wanted to be there with his bride but he couldn’t miss the meeting. He went through everything to arrange a wedding but had to postpone it as he won’t be there. Why did she want it immediately? How exactly was the summit important to her than her own wedding? Or didn’t she take it serious? Even as the jet was about landing, Damien still felt like turning back and being the one to wed her but it was too late. It seemed also she didn’t mind or she wouldn’t have postponed it. The thought alone pained him. “Sir Damien, we are here.” A small lady tapped his arm. He looked up at her and she blushed. “We are here, sir.” He sighed. “I can see that.” She looked down and left. He sighed again. He shouldn’t have let Butler Jim at home and deal with new butlers that a