Chapter 6 Tamika's POV

Two years?

Two years of my life seemed so long, looking at those papers. My hands were shaking badly, as I held the pen. I tried my best to keep my tears from soiling the papers but to no avail.

“Get on with it already!” Dolph yelled harshly, and impatiently, at me. “You're going to drench the entire contract with tears.”

“Alright!” I snapped back at him impulsively. “I'm sorry… I'm just having quite a moment…”

“Well, we don't have all day. We also have a wedding to prepare for, and a comeback to plan for.” Dolph retorted with a fierce look in his eyes that made it clear that he wasn't going to let me go anytime soon. I had indeed fallen into a trap.

My hands scribbled my signatures immediately on the papers, and handed it right back to him, then dried my tears immediately. I wanted to build my resolve and face the consequences of my actions.

“Wipe your tears, sweetheart,” he said, snatching the contract away from my hands. “We have just two years to go…”

It was hard holding back my tears at that, as he mocked me badly. Being one of my biggest haters, he was going to be making these two years far too difficult for me.

“But what about my career…?” I asked, trying to make sure that the one thing that was going to come out for me was intact. “How do you intend to—”

“That's up to me now. I call the shots here,” Dolph snarled at me, as he made for the door. “Welcome to a world where everything doesn't happen on your terms. I hope you have a good time trying to adapt.”

“You bastard…” I yelled, but he shut the door on me, clearly showing that he was in charge. I hurried after him, but the door was locked on me. After several banging and knocking, I just had to give in to the fact that it was all hopeless.

Tears welled up in my eyes all over again, as I sunk into despair. It was just too much for me to handle on my own. I fell to my knees in tears, as I wondered what everyone was going to say when they realized that Tamika Fisher had suddenly disappeared after she had received the most brutal breakup ever.

I just had to face it. My legacy was ruined. After building it up diligently through so much toil and sweat. The end of Tamika Fisher had just happened, and there was no taking it back.

Right there, I cried my eyes out, but no one heard me. I was out of moves and out of luck.

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Dolph's POV

“Easy as cake…” I sighed in amusement, as I tried to keep myself from being too excited about the new victory I had just scored. No one would believe that I had the once famous Tamika Fisher at my mercy, and ready to do anything I would ask her to do.

I had just gotten a new bragging right. But at the same time, I was lashing out at her for being such a lousy media personality whose flimsy ideas had misled many, including one of my exes.

But then, I didn't pay much mind to it, as I had her right where I wanted her. The contract in my hand was like my victory trophy, and the sound of her banging on the door was a perfect symphony to my ears.

“Could I help you with that, sir?” Taylor, one of my house servants, offered, as he saw me with the files in my hands.

“They're just files, Taylor,” I scoffed. “Not like I would break a finger from carrying them. Go find something more useful to do.”

“Oh… yes sir…” Taylor said, hurriedly taking his leave. There was just too much energy rubbing through the young man's veins.

“And…” I called out to him just before he was out of range. “Make sure some food is given to our new guest in one of the guest rooms.”

“Yes sir…” he replied with a vibrant nod. “I will do that immediately…”

“No one should ever hear a word of this outside, am I clear?” I wanted to make sure that all my household personnel were clear about what was going on.

“You have my word…”

With that, I was confident enough to let him go, as I continued to my room. I was going to tell my parents that I was about to be wedded. At last, they were going to get off my neck, and let me breathe freely.

As I got to my room, I put the documents of the contract in a passworded safe. That was the most important before any other thing.

I took up my phone and dialed my father's number. It was normal for me to think through my words before every conversation I had with him, but that time around, I wasn't going to need any of that.

“Hello, Mr. Martin,” I always sounded official when I spoke to him, as the situation of things hadn't always been so good among us. “How are you doing today?”

“For goodness’s sake, Dolph…” Aaron, my father, had a much more friendly demeanor than I did. “When are you going to put away with this act?”

“Well… I can see that you are doing quite okay, Mr. Martin,” I replied like I hadn't heard the last of his statements.

“Jeez…” Aaron sighed. “You are one hopeless case, Dolph. What's the problem? Why did you call? I know you never call Mr. Martin to check how Mr. Martin is doing?”

“Really?” I wasn't going to fall for that emotional blackmail.“Too bad that I was calling Mr. Martin for something right now.”

The tired sigh from his end of the line had me wondering what exactly was going through his mind, but then, I was ready to burst his bubble.

“You need to get a wife, Dolph—”

“I'm about to get married…” I was angry that he had said that before me.

Just as soon, as I said that, Taylor came bursting through the door with a frightful look on his face.

“What is it, Taylor?” I questioned angrily.

“Your visitor…” he muttered in fear, “… she tried to kill herself…”

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