Winnie.
Today was supposed to be the grand opening of my bakery, but I could just go ahead and forget all about that.
Apparently, I didn't have a building, not the bakery and not the apartment above it, just a really costly oven that was currently sitting pretty in a building that I had no rights to and was generating interest every second that went by.
My dream had always been to run a pastry shop. I'd started messing around with flour and butter even before I was five. Watching my grandmother create so many wonderful smelling things had kick-started my love for baking. She had taught me everything I knew and before she had died, she had made me promise that I'd own a bakery one day.
I had gone to culinary school right out of high school and gotten a job afterwards at a small cafe that sold a minimal selection of baked goods.
All the while, I had been on the lookout for the perfect space to run my own shop. Nothing had felt right, and for me who had always worked with intuition, I knew that I couldn't work comfortably in a location that felt off, so I had kept on searching.
Then I had found it.
It had been perfect, it had been set at a corner on a semi-quiet street. It was peaceful enough that customers could sit with their delicious pastries and busy enough that I could get customers. As I said, perfect.
I had contacted Eli Hardy, the owner of the space, a cute and overall nice guy. He had informed me that the apartment above it was also available to rent and it had felt like fate. I had entered inside to get a feel of the place and I had fallen in love immediately. It would need a bit of work, but I didn't care. I was willing to work hard to make this place feel like mine.
The cost of the place had been a little steep, but Eli explained that it was prime location so the cost was expected. After selling grandma's house, I was able to pay some amount for the place. I took a bank loan to complete the payment and buy the expensive oven I needed.
Everything had been looking up... Until it wasn't.
Five days ago, I had been informed that I was doing unauthorized work. Confused, I had demanded an explanation and had been served papers, suing me for breaking and entering and a whole bunch of other things. Well, turned out that nice looking Eli Hardy was a fraud and he didn't own the bakery.
I had been able to track down the owner of the bakery and pour out my whole sob story. The man had retracted his case against me, but now I had no home as I had already moved into the apartment above the bakery. I also had no bakery. What I did have was an expensive bank loan and an oven.
In summary, I was screwed.
My boss at the cafe I had worked for had recommended me to her attorney sister who agreed to talk to me for free. She had explained my options which weren't all that much. They could try to find Eli Hardy which wasn't promising. The name was a bust, but one of the security cameras outside the building had caught a bit of his face and the police had given me a lazy assurance that they would run his face through their systems.
I didn't have any hope whatsoever in that direction. They had looked bored with my story, probably summarizing that I was a gullible lady who had given her money to her boyfriend and was now mad cause I had found out that I was getting cheated on.
"This boyfriend, what was his name again?" One of them had asked.
"He's not my boyfriend." I had snapped.
What I wanted to do now was climb into my bed, burrow under the covers and cry for a good, long time, but I didn't even have that luxury. There was so much to do and I didn't even know where to begin.
I had to move my things out of the building and into storage probably. I sighed sullenly.
I needed money to call movers, hire a U-Haul, pay for storage space and also pay for a couple of nights at the cheapest hotel I could find. I didn't have any friends in the city that I could camp out on their couch and my grandma who had been my only family was now dead.
I walked out the lawyer's office with her business card held tight in one hand. She had warned me against making similar future transactions without a lawyer in place to verify authenticity of the deal. It had been my first mistake, one that I wouldn't be repeating even in my next life.
I made my way to the elevator and got in, grateful that nobody else was inside.
I crossed my fingers that no one else would get in. I just needed to be alone at that moment. To try and sort my thoughts for just one minute. I pressed the button for the ground floor, just as a notification lit up my phone.
I looked down at it. It was a notification I had set up weeks ago when I thought my life was on track. It was a congratulatory message to myself for an official first day at the bakery.
Seeing that single line of text was the breaking point for me.
I burst into tears. Loud, painful sobs that racked my chest and shook my small frame.
I had failed myself and I had failed grandma. I had given my all and it had all been for nothing, my dream nothing but a weight of massive debt right now. I covered my face with my palm as I sobbed.
Everything had been going so well, I should have suspected that something bad had been about to come.
I was so exhausted and I was all alone.
I had to handle this mess all on my own because I had no one, and somehow, that was the worst part for me.
I hadn't even realized that the elevator had stopped moving till I heard the doors slide open. I looked up through tear blurred vision and met electrifying green eyes.
Winnie. We stared at each other for what felt like hours but must have been only a few seconds. Just as the elevator doors made to shut, the man stepped forward and into the car, and then the doors slid shut. The space seemed suddenly small with him in it. I knew I was staring openly like a creep, but I couldn't look away from him. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen in my life. Not only was he unfairly good looking, he was also wealthy. The gray three piece suit he wore looked expensive, and the way it fit to his trim frame had all the tells of a bespoke suit. The watch he wore on his right wrist was a shiny gold, big, heavy looking and probably worth more than what I made in three years. "You're staring." He sounded irritated. I looked away hurriedly. I would also be irritated if a stranger in the elevator gawked at me like I was some sort of alien. I sighed, irritated at myself too. I had more important things to worry about. I didn't have time to drool over th
Ares. I had never been one for impulsive decisions. In fact, it went against everything I stood for. The girl that stood in front of me was everything I was staunchly against and yet, my brain had decided that she was the perfect candidate. The perfect candidate to be my wife. Now, you may be wondering why I needed a wife, it all went back to my father and his mission to control my life even from the grave. I had just stepped out of a meeting with Jude Kerrigan, my childhood friend turned attorney. He had called me at dawn and demanded an urgent meeting. There were very few people in the world who could make that demand of me and Jude was one of them. Apparently, my father didn't think I was fit enough to be CEO of Masters Global. Hence, the stupid contingency that I had just found out about. Apparently I had to be married by my thirtieth birthday if I wanted to retain my position as the CEO. I was turning thirty in three days, which didn't give me a lot of time to explore my
Winnie. "Will you marry me?" He asked. There were a million words I imagined were about to come out of Ares Masters mouth. The most persistent thought I had had though was that he was about to proposition me for sex to which I was going to give him a very sound no and shame him for being such a creep. I was already having a shit day, the last thing I needed was for some man to start making gross attempts to get me into his moldy bed. I would never have imagined that this was what he was about to say though. Not even in my wildest dreams was this a possibility. "Excuse me?" I asked. I waited for him to laugh or brush it off, but his expression remained serious and determined. "I don't like to repeat myself, but I'll excuse you because you don't know any better. Will you marry me, Miss Hugh?" I let out a peal of deranged laughter. "Are you messing with me?" He didn't dignify the question with a response and I just knew that this man was dead serious. Or crazy. One of th
Winnie. The cheque burned a hole in my pocket as I hurried away from the building and it felt like everybody around could tell that I was carrying a super expensive cheque. Was it real? The question resounded in endless loops in my head. A big part of me said no, but a small, silly side kept on insisting that it was real. I hated being unsure and not like I had anywhere else to go. I was jobless and homeless, what would a detour to the bank hurt? And If I was truly carrying a real cheque for a million dollars, did that mean that I was going to agree to the crazy man's harebrained scheme? He could be into women trafficking for all I knew. Nobody in their right and clean mind offered all that money for marriage. What had he said his name was again.I dug out my phone and decided that Google was my best friend as of that moment. A quick Google search later and my mouth was on the ground. How hadn't I recognized the name? In my defence, I wasn't religious about following up with wo
Winnie. Contractual agreementI stood there motionless for a few seconds, with my hands shaky as I held my phone to my ears. My mind running around in circles wondering what response to give?I had just found myself in the middle of a financial crisis and crying about it, then suddenly meeting a billionaire, and getting right out of it the next second? I had to ask, was the universe just playing chess with my emotions? And having fun in just giving me mini heart attacks from time to time? Plus now, it was putting me in a position where I had to quickly make a decision. And one where I had no time to properly process my options. Like I even had any… “Are you there?” his rich voice suddenly boomed again from the other side of my phone.“Yeah, yes!…” I said, nodding my head, shocked out of my subconscious. “Uhm… I'll need some time to think to about it, I'll call you back when I decide…”“You don't have any options left. You've taken the money, and the only thing you can do is such a
Beaches of Normandy.Ares. I released a sigh in successful completion of another business deal. The only reason I wasn't even in the slightest bit what people described as happy was because it felt like a futile investment in its intrinsic sense. Throwing away a good million dollars just to milk a woman's emotion into staying with me felt useless. As I could have had her in less than an hour if I just decided to flirt with her for as much a minute…I hated having to do so much legwork for so little purpose. Yet at the back of my mind, I remembered the greater good it would do for me. Not necessarily her existence, but instead her image. Her standing next to me holding hands would surely send those who doubted me into a frenzy. And it was assured they would be even more suprised at how fast I could do it... In just less than three days left to my existential deadline? And the death of my dreams as well as everything I've ever worked hard for? Yet I pulled through and did what had to b
Winnie.Now, Winnie realized that this was no joke and decided to start preparing for her life ahead. She paid back the loan and bought back her bakery. She wanted to pay for the house but remembered Ares said they would live together during the period of the contract so she booked for a stay in a hotel instead.She decided to go shopping since she had to “wear something nice” for the outing. She smirked as she remembered his words.“Who does he think he is? I'll show him something nice alright”, Winnie muttered with a seductive smile on her face as she got to the shopping mall.She chose a fancy shopping mall since she could afford it this time around.“How many I help you miss?”, Winnie heard a young lady whom she assumed was an attendant ask. “I'm looking for the female section”, Winnie replied. “Alright, right this way miss”. Winnie followed her to where the female section was located and was happy with what she was seeing.There were pretty looking dresses everywhere that Winnie
Ares. I knew she'd be surprised to see me and she'd be wondering how I knew her whereabouts. But I'm fucking Ares, the CEO of Masters Global. I can get any information I want with the snap of a finger. “Hello wife”, I said with a smirk on my face, enjoying the surprised look on her face. “Happy to see me?”, I added. She couldn't say anything.“Wanted to remind you of our outing tomorrow at Gregory Park. I'll send a driver to pick you up by 2:30pm, don't be late”. “Lest I forget, remember to wear something nice”, I said again without the smirk leaving my face. I left her there and headed back to my car and zoomed off anticipating the outing tomorrow. I really couldn't wait for the papparazies and the media to carry the news tomorrow.“This is gonna be fun”, I said to myself.Winnie.“What the fuck just happened?”, I said aloud. “How did he find me?”, I kept talking aloud to myself still in shock. I didn't care about the stares I was getting from people.I finally got to my hotel roo