Chapter 5

(Jack’s Pov)

If not that I want an heir, I wouldn’t have had anything to do with a poor brat like her, “Lily? Horrible name”. Jane should have done better with her choice of a wife for me, even if it was a contract marriage, I deserve better.

She better gives me beautiful children because I wouldn’t take ugly children from her, I can’t let go of what her father owes me and she pays me back with ugly-looking children.

I don’t know why but my face began to turn red thinking about the whole thing, I never wanted to have anything to do with people below my standard but on second thought, I decided to see it as a beneficial kind of marriage that it is, she gives me an heir and I throw her out to the street where she belongs. Poor thing.

All these poor people, I said as I emptied the half-full bottle of whiskey in front of me into a glass cup. As if the rage was too much to handle sitting down, I stood up and moved around my room, I wasn’t seeing everything in my room the same way again.

Where’s that bastard? I can’t be paying you and still look for you when I need your help, I yelled out for my assistant.

How many times do I have to tell you not to be far from me? “I’m sorry sir” he muttered.

“Sorry for your miserable life” Don’t I pay you enough?

“sss.. sorry sir” he stammered.

Go get me another bottle of whiskey, “run along”

“Okay sir,” he said while leaving

Sometimes I wonder what I’ve done to deserve all these pathetic people around me, I don’t know what I would have done if not for Jane, and even though she sometimes can be annoying sometimes but then I have to deal with it, she’s the only friend I have who understands me very well, just like our moooooom…hot tears rolled down my cheeks knowing that I will never get to meet my mom again.

On the morning that our parents died in an accident, Mom called me to tell me how proud she was of me for being a wonderful CEO for one month and got our company more profits than Jane, my sister, who incurred losses for them to pay.

My mother was the only one who believed so much in me, it was obvious Dad loved Jane more but couldn’t go back to his words after I did better than Jane in the One-month management contest.

When my mother died, a part of me died with her, she had a special way of making me happy, she loved tickling my feet as much as I love it too, Jane would get jealous of us sometimes but who cares? I was mummy’s boy after all but not until the cold hands of death snatched her away from me.

What I still don’t understand to date is why Jane didn’t mourn our parents as much as I did, even though Daddy loved her more, instead, she consoled me and promised to do all the things mummy use to do for me. It was a good thing because that was the only time I used to be genuinely happy but there’s no way she will ever do it like our mom.

“why are you standing there like a moron” I never noticed my personal assistant who has been patiently waiting for me to finish with my grief.

“I didn’t want to disturb sir”

“then you shouldn’t have come at all, get out of my sight”

I could see the anger and disappointment in his face but what choice does he have? I pay him very well and I don’t care what he feels, the only thing that should matter to anyone close to me should always be how I felt. If I’m not happy then no one else should be. “They don’t call me ruthless for nothing”.

“Hey, come here” I called him back

“yes Sir”

“get me my phone” my phone was right there on my bed but yes, you have to feel it when you’re working for me.

“this is it sir” he bent his face as he handed me the phone.

“would you want to quit from work?” I asked just to be sure he was okay with how I treated him

“no sir”

“good boy, you can go now, of course, I shouldn’t remind you to come early”

He ran off immediately and I felt like the boss that I am.

I unlocked my phone, opened my contact list, and scrolled to the part where my lawyer’s number is.

My eyes closed, I took a deep breath and gave it another thought of whether to go ahead with the contract marriage or to make her work as a slave for me.

“ooooooooom, but I do need an heir”

“come on man you got this, she gives you an heir and that’s it”.

I will make sure she doesn’t get anything from me, she will never know what it means to be loved, I will make her feel every pain in her bone marrow.

Poor thing, and now I have to pay for her father’s surgery.

Dialing my lawyer’s number, I knew I didn’t want to do this but because Jane said it’s a good idea I had to give it a try, after all, she’s the only family I’ve got and she knows what’s best for me.

“Hello, Mr. Jack” That was my lawyer over the phone as he picked up my call.

“I believe the contract is ready, she has agreed to sign the contract but make sure the terms are clear, she gets nothing off me, nothing at all”

“one more thing, everything she does should be on my approval, she doesn’t breathe, eat or do anything whatsoever without my approval” I believed that was enough to let my lawyer adjust to the contract if there was a place he granted her freedom.

“Okay sir” and when is she signing?

“Tomorrow should be okay; she doesn’t have any choice”

“okay S”

He hadn’t finished when I ended the call, too much of the Sir irritates me. After all, I’m the one paying him.

I believe my money can get anything I want for me; it doesn’t even matter what anybody thinks about it. I get whatever I want and that’s period.

I scrolled to the number Lily used in calling me earlier, out of my kindness I had to call her to inform her to be ready for the signing of the contract tomorrow.

“Hello Mr. Jack” She already had my number, God knows where she got it from, so it wasn’t hard for her to know I was the one calling.

“you should be ready to sign the contract tomorrow” I didn’t want to waste more time and just went straight to the point.

“Please can it be signed today, my father’s life is in danger, I can’t afford to lose him, he’s the only family I’ve got” 

Lily’s gentle voice melted my heart but no, I’m not known to be a weakling

“Your pathetic father shouldn’t have borrowed when he knows full well he can’t repay me”

I heard her quietly sobbing over the phone but it didn’t matter to me, all I cared for was for the contract to be signed and for her to leave my life as soon as she gives me a heir.

“I will send you the address, and better not be late”

I sent her my address and again, warned her not to be late.

I can’t believe she’s signing the contract because she wants me to foot her father’s hospital bills, what does she take me for? A charity organization or what?” It’s not my fault that I was born will a silver spoon.

I dived into my bed as sleep was crawling its way into me.