Nathan Tate’s POVSitting in front of my computer, I glance once again at the photo of Elizabeth MaryAnn Richards. A cosmic smile plays on my lips at the thought that she was going to be my wife. At least then, the media would stop running my name through the mud, jumping to conclusions. Today was the day I would officially meet her, I have a lot of expectations. Any woman in the world would want to be my wife. To be in that position. I can only wonder how Elizabeth reacted when her parents gave her the news. Picking up the tablet on my table, I begin to tap on it accessing the area where the debts are recorded. Ever since I was a little boy, Dad had introduced the family company with a new branch. A lender. flashback“Sir, Fitz has collected Mr. Andrew Richards. He is in the conference room.” “Very well, I’ll be right there.” Picking up the tablet, I rise from my chair and advance towards the conference room. “Sir..do you need me to co..”“I can handle this on my own. Revise

"I'm not delusional, I am simply ambitious. But I, however, believe that my ambition is not needed in this case because what I want I already have. you are mine, the minute I gave your parents 3 million dollars you became mine Elizabeth, don't let that little stubborn voice in your head trying to prove you otherwise.'' His words strike a chord in me. the way he talks like he has all the power in the world. I glanced over at her parents and instead they have already busied themselves doing other things. They act as though nothing is happening, as though taking money in exchange for their daughter was not an act of cowardice and inhumanity. "3 million?'' I ask breath hitched in my lungs. He looks up at me but all my attention is focused on my ignorant parents. "Is that what I am worth to you?'' I ask, catching the attention of My Father who looks at me with a stern expression. I expected him to say something. to at least justify his actions but all he does is scoff and look bac

There was a long silence that followed after. As though everything froze. My father's eyes were still on me, stuck to me. This was the first time I had ever Rendered my father speechless. Even though dad was a man of few words, today's expression showed me that he had been taken aback by my words. He knew that I would rebel but he did not expect me to rebel to this extent. What did he really expect? He had married me off to some billionaire just for the sake of lifting the financial status of his family."Say that again.'' came his voice in a low tone. It was dangerous. dangerous to hear my father ordering someone to repeat what they had just said. All my life, we were always afraid of our father. My brothers and I, why afraid of the discipline that he gave in the form of violence. He had broken Phillips's leg when he was 11 the day he first found him kissing a girl. His actions were always reckless and he ended up causing more harm than good. mother was weak. I loved her but I now re