Chapter 2

Anita felt restless in her room. She hoped to take over the company that should have been hers, now held by her stepmother.

But how? The middle-aged man still hadn't contacted her.

"Damn," Anita cursed, remembering everything that had happened.

Should she just hire someone else? But where should she find someone?

"Anita!"

The familiar, shrill voice made Anita sigh.

She left her room feeling uncertain. "Why?" she asked, not wanting to make small talk.

"Aren't you ashamed?! Now the company is in my mother's hands, and so is this house. You should get out of here!" Hana, Anita's stepsister, yelled.

Anita snorted at that. "Listen, Hana. This is all my family property, you can't take it, including your mother," she said sharply.

But Hana didn't look afraid at all. Instead, she smiled scornfully. "You don't have anyone anymore, Anita. Your engagement to the Sanjaya family was canceled a year ago, and I'm the one who got engaged to the Sanjaya family instead."

Anita rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I don't care, Hana. You better leave me alone," she shooed, completely disinterested in her stepsister.

"Tch, still so arrogant! You'll see, once I'm engaged to the Sanjaya family, you won't be able to move!" Hana shouted.

"Whatever!"

Anita went back into her room and closed the door. She couldn't just sit here, especially seeing her stepsister about to get engaged to the Sanjaya family.

The sound of her cell phone ringing jolted Anita out of her reverie. She picked up the flat object and answered the unknown number.

"Hello?" Anita said hesitantly.

"I'm Anwar," said the voice on the other end.

Relief washed over Anita. Finally! Finally, the man had contacted her at the right time.

"So, Mr. Anwar? Does your son want to marry me?" Anita asked matter-of-factly.

"He's agreed," Anwar said.

Anita immediately smiled with relief. "Good then. Can you take care of everything? Including the marriage certificate. I'll come to the hospital tomorrow and give you the money."

"Okay," Anwar said without hesitation.

Anita ended the call. This way, she could move on to her next plan.

She would rise up and take all that was rightfully hers!

****

The next day, Anita had all the personal documents required to marry the man. However, Anita didn't ask the name of the man she was about to marry.

Anita drove at a moderate speed. Soon, she arrived at the hospital.

"Nice to see you again," Anwar greeted her.

"How about all the marriage documents? Have they been taken care of?" Anita asked.

"Everything's done, now you can meet him," Anwar said.

Anita simply nodded and walked into the room where the man lay.

"Hi, I'm Anita. Soon you'll be my husband," Anita said. She wasn't good at small talk. But regardless, she would try to get a little closer to her future husband.

Anita didn't expect the man to suddenly wake up and sit up. This surprised and frightened her.

"Hey, y-you can get up?" Anita asked, looking terrified.

"Yes."

The man's deep, deep voice made Anita shudder. However, she was truly curious about his appearance. Unfortunately, she couldn't see his face.

But Anita didn't mind that. The important thing was that she could now proceed with her plans.

"We can take photos for the marriage documents, right?"

The man simply nodded.

"I've prepared this at the KUA office; you can come to the office tomorrow to get married. I'll be the witness," Anwar said.

"Is he able to move around yet?" Anita asked, glancing at Morgan.

"I'll take him in a wheelchair, and you can perform the marriage vows there," Anwar explained.

"Okay, just do it quickly," said Anita, not wanting to wait any longer. She needed to have a husband soon.

Anwar took Anita's and her employer's ID cards. Once the paperwork was completed, they would perform the marriage vows tomorrow.

"Then I'll process everything. If you'll excuse me, you two may talk," Anwar said and left the room.

Now it was just Anita and the man. Anita turned to the man wrapped in bandages.

"You already know about this marriage, right? I mean, I only want to get married for status. In exchange, I'll pay for you and your surgery abroad," Anita explained.

"My name is Morgan," the man said. "Thank you for helping me. Even if it's just for status, I hope you don't think this marriage is a joke."

Morgan's voice sounded calm when he said this, but somehow Anita caught a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"No problem," Anita replied. "As long as you don't bother me. Everything will work out fine."

Morgan secretly smiled. He then nodded. "I'll be abroad for two years. After I finish all my treatment, I'll come back here," he said.

Actually, for Anita, that wasn't that important. All she needed was marital status, anyway.

"I don't mind if you're gone for as long as you're still my husband. As long as you're still my husband, everything is fine," Anita said nonchalantly.

Morgan remained silent for a moment before looking Anita straight in the eye.

"I will definitely repay your kindness someday, Anita."

Anita noticed the man's determined gaze. Although she couldn't see her future husband's face, she sensed that he was a good man.

"Here's the check you asked for," Anita said.

Morgan accepted it with a knowing smile. "Thank you. Anwar will give you the marriage documents."

"Anwar?" Anita repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, my father," Morgan corrected. Gosh, she had almost been caught out, as Anwar was actually her subordinate, who had worked with her family for a long time.

Anita looked thoughtful, but she decided not to prolong it. "Okay, then I'll go."

In truth, Anita had been a little suspicious of Morgan. But right now, the most important thing for him was the marriage certificate. He needed it to work at his father's company and claim all his rights.

So, who Morgan really was… he would figure that out later.

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