Ethan
I was imagining various reasons why my future bride had not come, when my father spoke.
"So Georges, how are you? Business, how's it going?"
"Ah Fansou, you know, business is business." He responds in a parable as only they understood their business language."I didn't see my future daughter-in-law with you, nothing bad happened to her I hope?! Or would she have withdrawn at the last minute, as these children often know how to be stubborn and rebellious?" asked my father anxiously.
Me too, I open my ears greatly to listen to the reason for the absence of my future wife."Ah yes, my daughter... First, I would like to apologize to you for being late. You know that I make a point of honor on punctuality..."
"That's what I was telling my family just before you arrived." My father said within him cutting him off.
"Actually, I had a little problem with my daughter."
Hearing him say that, I gloated in my heart, surely this girl is more reasonable than I thought. Who knows, if she's going to be my way out of this meaningless marriage. But to my great disappointment, I hear him continue to say.
"She had malaria and she's been in bed for two days already. Since the appointment had already been made between our two families, I couldn't not come today. But at the next meeting , my daughter will be present." He reassures my father in a convincing tone.
The rest of what they said, I hadn't paid attention to. At the end if the day, it did not interest me at all. They could do whatever they wanted, I knew what was my benefit. I entered my room at the end of the meeting with a bit of disappointment. My father has decided to marry me against my will. All this, just because he wants to blackmail me for the job I'm applying for in his company. Can't he just give it to me? Am I then ready to take the plunge for marriage? Why does he want to sacrifice me for his professional interests, supposedly he does it so that I become responsible. Bullshit, just bogus and misleading excuses!
The following week, my sister asks me to accompany her to the supermarket. Of course, I refused, but she insisted so much that I had no other choice. Tania could show herself persuasive. Finally, I had no other choice than to accompany her.
"Tania, you take me for your slave, I don't like it!" I complained while driving.
"You should consider yourself lucky to be my slave, microbe ! There are hundreds of guys who would dream of being in your place." She said in an ironic tone.
"Yeah, that's it ! What guy would even want it first? A monkey like you?! And I am the President of the United States." I replied laughing.
My sister and I like to tease each other. She's my only sister and the youngest in the family, our parents only had four children. The other two left home early to go to Europe to continue their studies. They are now working there and are not even talking about coming back home. I think they are running away from our dad's control. Since they left when we were still very young, we don't have a close relationship. My sister and I having lived together, we are very close. I know it's her way of spending time with me, so I don't have to worry too much about pleasing her. We arrive at the mall then she goes out to shop.
"Won't you come with me?" She asks me for the umpteenth time as she gets out of the car.
"No thanks! I'm not ready to spend an hour watching you walk the runway trying on clothes you don't even need and probably won't ever wear."
"You don't know what you're missing! I will nevertheless keep you a boxer shorts." She pointed out laughing as she turned her back on me to enter the mall.
I stay in the car waiting until Tania finishes her shopping and comes back to me. As I know it will take a long time, I take my laptop and I start writing. Yes, I am a writing enthusiast. I've been writing books since childhood and it's my favorite hobby. I write for about half an hour, then I don't know by what force of fate, my gaze took off from my computer to land on a young woman going to the mall. My God, what a beautiful sight I see at this moment? This body, this behind, this gait... It's quite simply the good life! I follow the girl in the gaze until she disappears from my field of vision as she enters the mall. I file my computer and place it in the back seat, then I sneak into the mall. With a quick glance, I scan the inside of my gaze and without much effort, I manage to have the young girl standing in the left corner of the room. I walk towards her direction. She is standing in the cleaning products department. I walked slowly and placed myself at a good angle to admire this angelic beauty. On the spot, I imagine a scene to speak to her. I walk towards her and throw her like a fool
"They're beautiful, aren't they?!"
I realize my blunder when it is already out and I would like to go underground right now. Indeed, the pretty young lady is holding dishwashing powder in her hand. I said what first came to mind without thinking. Like any answer, the girl smiled at me without saying anything. I almost melted like wax on fire in front of this divine smile, it is so beautiful. I had never seen such a beautiful painting. She has extraordinary teeth and beautiful white teeth. I hang on her pink lips as I hear her sweet honeyed voice telling me
"Looking for something sir?" I jump in then I answer
"Yes, could you recommend a good product for the dishes please? You seem to know your stuff well."
She smiles again and I'm about to fly away from that smile. I was already swimming on a small cloud when I heard my sister's frog voice. At that moment, her voice sounded like a toad's in my head. She had never pissed me off so much. How dare she interrupt me at such an important time like this? I turn to her, glaring at her.
"I think I heard you tell me that you would stay in the car?! What are you doing here? Also in the dishwashing department?!" She said all of a sudden in me instantly shame.
I did not say another word. I turn to her and we left in silence.
"You were supposed to do at least an hour I think?!" I say annoyed as we get to the car."I never told you I would stay one hour. It was you who insinuated that I would do more than an hour."
"But you usually take a long time when we come here." I said.
"Yes, but today I just wanted a dress and I found what I needed faster." Clara replies.
"That's it! It was precisely today that you decided to take less time. Couldn't you spend a little more time?" I retorted grouchy.
"But in the end what do you want? You complain all the time that it takes me way too long to shop. Today that I decide to make you happy by taking less time, you're suddenly grumpy. What should I understand from your attitude?!" Tania questions looking lost.
"Let it go!" I reply, not knowing what to answer him.
"Oh no! You won't escape from me so easy!" She replies without letting go.
She stares at me for a moment then says. "I bet it's that young girl you were talking to. Correct me if I'm wrong."
"You should have seen her Tany... She's so hot, she's an unparalleled beauty!" I outlined excitedly.
My sister cheerfully laughs at me then tells me in a still mocking tone
"I knew it was a woman behind your sullen mood. So you are unable to go out without drooling behind a woman's buttocks?"
"Hahaha! That's it, go ahead, make fun of me!" I say imitating her.
"But know that this one is not like the other girls that I often see. Her pure and innocent eyes, her piercing smile, her princess manners... I have to see her again no matter what it costs me." I say hovering midair. Tania starts up again, laughing.
"I see that you took a lot of time to observe her. But do I need to remind you, my dear big brother, that you're on the verge of getting married?" Tania reminds me bringing me back to my harsh reality.
"Did you have to remind me of that? What a killjoy you are!" I reproched her disappointed.
We arrived home a few minutes later. I think that girl bewitched me. I just see and see her smile and look at me.
Naella
It will already be a week since the famous meeting between my family and that of my supposed future husband took place. I wonder what excuse my father had to give them when he got there without me. Or maybe he just didn't make it. Today, after returning from the mall to buy some dishwashing products that are missing at home, I come across my father who threatens Charles
"You'd better tell me where my daughter is or the police will show up right away. And I'm not telling you what will happen to you and your mother!"
I run towards them, before my father punches Charles. Arrived at their height, I shout at my angry father
"Daddy stop! Charles has nothing to do with it! I'm the only to blame."
He turns to me, looking angry.
"I give you two minutes to pack your stuffs and meet me in the car!"
He turns on his heels then leaves.
My father is very angry. I had never seen him in this state before. I get down to packing my bag while giving Charles' mother the package I brought from the mall. I take out my bag in hand and I come across Charles. I have tears in my eyes. Charles looks at me without saying a word. Nevertheless, I manage to articulate these few words
"I'm sorry..."
He lowers his head. I turn away from him then I join my father in the car. We arrive in the house in the silence of a cemetery. I carry my bag towards my room, but my father shouts at me when I'm at the step of the stairs.
"Wait girl!"
I stop without turning to him, then I throw him in a gloomy tone
"What more do you want daddy? You got what you wanted right? Threatening poor helpless beings... I thought you were better."
"You're not at the end of your troubles my little one. As you have decided to challenge me, we are going to do this showdown until the end. We'll see who will last until the end. I realize the hard way that I've been very lax with you. You're showing me by this behavior that you're just a spoiled brat and therefore I'm going to treat you like a brat. And to begin with, I forbid you to see this va-barefoot from now on!" Threatened my father audibly.
Until then, my back was always turned. But this last sentence makes me turn sharply towards him.
"No dad, you can't ask me such a thing. I will never accept it! I love Charles and I don't intend to give up on him." I say in a defiant tone.
"Who talked to you about asking? I'm not asking you girl, but I'm commanding you! And to prove to you that I'm serious, from this day on, all your outings, you will be accompanied by a driver. And if I find out you've set foot in your rascal's house or stopped to talk to him, I'll put him and his mom in jail.," My father keeps threatening me my with a stern look. I am distraught. I shout at him in anger
"You can't do that! I'm of legal age and free to do whatever I want! You can't hold me captive!"
"Well, that's what we'll see! You can go and file a complaint if you like! And one last thing," he says when he gets to my level. "This wedding will take place whether you like it or not. Otherwise, you'll be responsible for the disappearance of your boyfriend and his mother."He is beyond me after saying that. I throw it to him crying
"Aren't you ashamed to sell your daughter as an object of base use? And my feelings then, have you thought about it?"
My father stops, turns his head back and answers me
"In the event that my only daughter is unable to know what is right for her, I will feel no shame in making wise choices for her good. And as far as your novelas things are concerned, please don't bring them back to me, because feelings are born in marriage." Concluded my father.
He continues on his way to his room and leaves me distraught. My God, what am I going to do in the face of his determined look?
NaellaMy father kept his threats of marrying me to the unknown son of his business partner. Despite my pleas, my sulks, my tears, he didn't flinch at all. What am I going to do to make him change his mind? Why is my father so stubborn?"Please dad, if you want to punish me, I'm ready to take any punishment, but not this one! Marrying a stranger, anything but not that!" I begged him to change his mind.However, my father's gaze is impassive. It seemed like he had no shred of compassion. Despite the tons of tears I've already shed so far to coax him, he remained insensitive to this. He tells me in a harsh tone"Stop trying to make me change my mind Naëlla!I've already made my decision and nothing will change that. You're going to marry this young man as planned. And don't think I want to punish you. I'm doing it for your own good, even if right now you think it's a bad thing. When the time is rig
EthanThe meeting ended without me knowing what exactly was discussed. I was just overwhelmed by the beauty of my future wife. My eyes no longer took off from her. I can't believe she's gonna be my wife. I'm sure she doesn't even remember meeting me at the mall anymore, I was such an idiot. She was also not very interested in what was happening during the reunion between our families. She kept her head down throughout the seat, except at some point that she must have felt the weight of my gaze on her. She lifted her head and gave me a look that unsettled me. It sounded like she was mad at me. I am now certain that she was not consenting to this marriage, just like me. The meeting ended without my future wife and I having to speak to each other. In the car, I hear my father tell me"I hope you're ready for the date chosen for your wedding?! As soon as we get back, your mother will take care of contacting our organizer of the solemn ceremonies
NaellaIn the end, my father's will prevailed. I witnessed the descent into hell powerless, without being able to change anything. The worst part of it all was that I couldn't even count on Charles to console me, because he too was affected by the situation. He was walled in total silence. It seemed like he was mad at me for what was happening, when all I wanted with all my heart was to stop this wedding from happening. I wonder if things would have been the same if my mother had been there. Why did she decide to abandon us? This subject, my father never spoke about it. It was taboo to mention my mother's name. However, I sometimes dreamed of a life with her by our side. Maybe then she was going to hinder my father from making that mistake, who knows.Two months after our families reunited, the wedding took place. My brother traveled from the United States to attend the wedding ceremony. Our marriage made the front page of all the newspapers
NaellaThe atmosphere at home is anything but that of a newly married couple. I do everything to make our home unlivable. It is necessary that at the end of a year of marriage, we separate anyway. I don't cook for my husband, nor do I take care of his breakfast and the like. He manages to find something to eat on his own. Luckily we have house staff. Otherwise, he would starve. This morning, it has already been nine days since we were married. If it wasn't for that composition period at school, we never would have met. I always manage to be in my room when Ethan comes home and in the morning when he leaves for work, I'm in the room.This morning, I get up very early and I'm getting ready to take my continuous tests at school. I dab Ethan who is also ready for work."Hello Nae!" He greets me.I wanted to ask him why he uses the diminutive of my first name, but I refrain
Ethan My father gave me a year to prove to him that I am a good husband. It is only after this period that I will be able to take the position of CEO at the head of his company. I'm afraid to satisfy him. Indeed, my new wife seems very stubborn and makes life difficult for me. I do everything I can to make her feel good, but she just does what she wants. She doesn't love me, that's for sure! Neither do I. It's just a marriage of convenience. Nevertheless, can't we try to make efforts in order to lead a more peaceful life? In addition, we could still combine the useful with the pleasant. Despite my efforts to make her more docile, she doesn't comply in the least. I had never met a woman who resisted me so much. All women are crazy about me. But this one doesn't give a fuck about me. Besides, I don't know how to go about seducing her in order to control her. However, she has quite a strong character. Me who thought she had to be an easy girl, desperate and ready to do anything for marr
Charles I managed to put under my armpits this liar of Naëlla. She thinks she's very clever, well, she's come across something smarter than her. She wanted to play me, but I'm going to show her that you can't teach an old monkey to make faces. We'll see who gets the last laugh between us. She's not even ashamed to lie to me brazenly looking me straight in the eye, that nothing happened between her stupid husband and her, yet she told her friend Leonce something else. What she doesn't know is that I know everything about her and I intend to take revenge on her without any mercy. As we often say according to a french adage, 'à malin, malin et demi', meaning "a cunning person should be responded by a more cunning one". All the love I had felt for her one day in the past turned into hatred towards her. I want to hit her where it hurts the most, to make her feel the same way I felt after her wedding. And to think that she swore by me and that she was ready to do anything for me. She promi
Naella I came back from my encounter with Charles very dejected. Why is he behaving with me like this? Why do I feel like he's changed so much? Charles wasn't like this before I got married to that jerk of my husband. I want him so badly. He's the one who came to ruin everything between us. Charles loved me before and treated me like a princess. But now, something has changed in his gaze. I feel like he's mad at me for marrying Ethan. Yet he knows very well that it is not my fault what happened. I did everything to prevent this marriage, but I couldn't. I just hope he doesn't see another girl behind my back and she's the one turning him away from me. Because I do everything As for me, to keep myself for him. Tonight, when I came home after dropping Charles off at his apartment, I went straight into my room. I haven't seen Ethan and so much the better for that matter. I don't want to see anyone. I feel so sad to be left out by my friends. What could I possibly have done to them to ge
Ethan Of all the surprises I would have expected, this one wouldn't even be in last place. So my wife was a virgin all this time? And this young man she hangs out with, what do they do when they're together? Is such a thing still possible today? I feel a bit confused there. I believe she is 23 and I never imagined that she had never known a man. I have always seen Naëlla, not as a shameless girl, but rather as a modern young woman, who follows the trend and confirms herself to the standards of our era. Myself, I could not remain a virgin, so I told myself that it would be the same for her. For me, imagining Naëlla saving herself just for her husband is a bit hard. Yet here I have living proof. It is therefore bearing in mind that she was already sexually active that I made love to her. After that little cry of pain as I tried to push my way inside her, there was a moment of awkwardness. Then Naëlla started crying. I try to touch her frail shoulder, to console her, but she tenses up.