My ruthless billionaire husband...

"Son, you have only but two options here, find a girl, marry her and bring her to my fiftieth birthday party or else you leave me no other choice than to will all my properties to my younger brother, your dearest uncle." Ethan knew very well that what his father had just told him was more than a threat. He didn't care about the family business and all of his dad's properties but hearing him say he would will all the properties to the man whom he hated the most, hit him real hard. His dad knew very well, how much he hated his uncle and that was the reason he used his uncle against him. Though he did not know why he hated him that much. "Dad are you being serious right now? Why would you give all your properties to that scum bag of an uncle? "I'd suggest you transferred them all to an orphanage rather than give it to that two faced liar of a man," he lashed out in anger. "Mind you son, the man you are insulting is my blood brother, so I will not have you call him names in my presence.

Ethan walked towards the barmaid."Hi," he greeted."What can I get you sir?" She acted like nothing ever transpired between them."Do you need anything sir?" She asked again when she saw how strangely he stared at her."What is your name?" She heard him ask."Agnes, my name is Agnes," she quickly told him. She felt that there was no particular reason he asked for her name."Well Agnes, you must have this impression that I have forgotten all that happened last night, but I am sorry to say this, you are wrong," he paused, then continued, "I came to apologise to you for my disrespectful behavior last night. I realized I was the one at fault, so could you please forgive me?"Agnes's face was a smug. "It's not your fault. You are rich brat, it's in your nature to behave despicably towards people you are better than."She walked back to her post. "Do you want anything?" She asked."A word with you," he replied."You ar

  Agnes brought out a bottle of whiskey and two glass cups. She had already changed into a much more simple dress.A plain grey silky dress, which made her look trim and neat.Ethan consciously became aware of her long beautiful legs, as she stepped towards him.She placed the cups on a round table, then she poured out the whiskey into the two glass cups and handed one to him."So tell me about your family, you have never mentioned anything about them to me before," Ethan said, trying to start up a conversation, to ease the thoughts he was thinking in his head.He needed something that could divert his attention from her almost exposed skin and slender beautiful legs.On the other side, Agnes's face turned sad after hearing his question. Ethan looked at her face and noticed the sudden change."You do not have to tell me, if it brings back bad memories to you," he said to her in a soft tone, after he had n

 "If this relationship is formed, I will be sure that I won't lose and you won't either," he said to her, with his knees still on the floor. Agnes looked at him and a tear rolled down her eyes. She quickly ran out from there. Ethan watched her flee from him and it made him very angry. He quickly stood up and hit the wall with his fist in frustration."Why did she always love to display dramatic scenes?" He asked himself in anger, his teeth clenching hard against each other.He stormed to the direction Agnes took in anger, when he took some steps he found her sitting on a block, with her head bent and he heard her crying too.Ethan could not understand why he felt his heart ache on seeing her crying but he shoved the thought aside. He slowly walked up to her and knelt down by her side."I am very sorry Whitney, I did not mean to make you cry. You also don't need to worry about giving me a reply, if you don't reciprocate my feelings, do n

Days turned to weeks and weeks to months.x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x xEthan was making a lot of preparations while his friend sent invitations across. The surprise party was going to take place in the great Hall of Calendar. The hall was massive and grand, big in size.Agnes's birthday was around the corner but she seemed less interested in celebrating it. She did not even bother to inform anyone about it, well that was how she had always celebrated her birthday. A day off from work, alone in her house, eating and drinking whatever was available and wishing her self many more birthday celebrations in loneliness and sorrow. Most times she would use that opportunity to go to the orphanage where she had grown up in to share gifts and money among themselves. Then she would cut her cake in their presence and they would all enjoy it. This time around she had already concluded that her birthday wasn't going to be special. One cool thing about Agnes was that e