“Of course you can,” I shrugged, brushing past him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back.“Look, Jane, that’s not how business works, OK? There are protocols to this thing,” he said, his voice strained.I turned sharply to look at him. His blue eyes were pleading with me, but I felt nothing. He was my husband, but also my rival. He owned the company that I wanted to take over.“And I am your wife, and I’m sure that if you want anything to work, it would definitely work. Now you do that or I leave this house,” I said, pointing at the contract on the table.He looked at me in disbelief. “You’re blackmailing me? You’re threatening to divorce me if I don’t give you my company?”I nodded. “That’s right. You have two choices: sign over your shares to me, or lose me forever.”He sighed and ran his hand through his blond hair. He looked defeated.“Okay, fine, we’re going to work something out. But you have to understand something. The highest shareholder currently in my company is holding 70%
“Too bad, sister. I was already imagining you as Mrs. Landry. We don’t know what the future holds for us. Maybe, just maybe, eventually you actually will get married to him, you never can tell,” she said and I thought about it for a moment.“Hmm, there is a possibility,” I said, not really meaning it.“Let’s pack up all this money and gifts so we can go to bed. I don’t know about you but my head is hanging from all that excitement and alcohol,” I said to her and she chuckled lightly.“Of course,” she mouthed. “What are you going to tell your husband about these gifts?” She asked and I smiled eerily.“I don’t know. Till then,” I said, avoiding the question.The truth was, I didn’t care what my husband thought.Feeling a surge of joy in my chest. I stretched my arms and legs, feeling every muscle relax and every joint pop. What a night, I thought, remembering the fun I had yesterday.I got out of bed and wrapped my duvet around me like a cape. I walked over to the window and pulled back
“Oh, no, I haven’t forgotten. My bad,” I said, dropping my bag and everything I brought with me for the gym on the floor. “So how is your health? I heard you were hospitalized,” he asked, and I looked at him with wide eyes. “How do you hear everything, don’t you?” I asked him. He chuckled and shook his head. “You act as if the loss of memory actually made you lose your memory of me. Have you forgotten that I actually know everything and see everything?” He asked, and I acted as though I had forgotten. “Of course, I have forgotten everything. But I do remember that you are my gym instructor and this is the gym that I usually come to,” I said and winked at him. He looked at me in disbelief. “You know you can deceive every other person, but you can’t deceive me. How do you think I know everything and see everything?” He asked, lowering his voice to a whisper. It sent chills down my spine because he was really getting creepy. He did know everything, no jokes. And I’ve always wondered h
“Me,” I said, and he looked at me for a while before bursting into laughter.“You? You’ve been a housewife your whole life. What in the world do you know about management of such a very big and luxurious company like that?” he said. And I took a little bit of offense, but I didn’t let it get to me, because he obviously didn’t know.He mostly didn’t know who exactly I was and what I was capable of doing. So I smirked and told him, “I am very much capable of being a manager and I can prove it,” I said, and he chuckled lightly.“Really? How? Tell me. In fact, show me,” he said.I took in a deep breath and let it out. “First of all, I cannot show you until you’ve given me a chance. Now let’s strike a deal. I will work as a manager or personal assistant for you for just one week and watch how many sales I mount in that one week. And once I’m done with that, if you are impressed, then you’re going to raise me to the very senior manager in the entire company. And if you’re not impressed, the
I stared at the documents in disbelief, feeling a surge of emotions. They resembled the exact same documents the old lady had given me back then when I was in school, only that these were the real ones. The ones I had were counterfeits, and they were useless. But these… these were the keys to a fortune worth billions of dollars.“What? This is impossible. How could you? Why did you hide this from me? All this while? Where were you when I needed you the most?” I exclaimed, clutching the folder to my chest.He smiled sadly and shrugged. “It was all part of a plan to make sure that you didn’t mess up. Thankfully you didn’t do anything rash with the fake documents, but here are the real ones and you can have them,” he said.He gestured to the folder with more papers inside. They were certificates of ownership, bank statements, patents, and other legal documents that proved that I was the sole heir of a fortune that belonged to our late father, who was a genius inventor and a ruthless bus
“No, no, no, no. You’re not barren.” He shook his head emphatically, his eyes wide with concern. “You are very much able to give birth to kids. But what I’m saying is if you should get pregnant, you have a high chance of dying during labor.” He lowered his voice, as if he was afraid someone might overhear him.I felt a surge of disbelief and despair as he said that. It was very hard for me to take in and I didn’t know why everything that was happening in my life was happening in my life. It was like a legit movie at that time. A horror movie.So I swallowed my saliva and took in a deep breath and asked him again.“Could you please repeat what you said?” I asked him, hoping he would say something different. “You said I can’t have kids, but if I should go into labor, I have a high chance of dying. How do you know that when I haven’t even had kids for the first time?” I asked him curiously, but also desperately. I felt like everyone was lying to me. Everyone was lying to me. I wanted the
I didn’t really care that much about her and my husband. I was going to divorce him anyway, but it was going to hurt my ego. However, I wanted the surrogacy so bad, I had to agree.“Okay, fine,” I said after a minute of silence and deep contemplation. I felt a pang of resentment as I looked at her smug face.“Okay. That’s agreed,” she said and made to leave. She seemed eager to get out of my sight, as if she couldn’t stand being in the same room with me.“No! Wait,” I said because I had a very brilliant idea that could work out for both of us.“I will allow this condition under one condition,” I said looking her in the eyes. She scoffed.“Oh please! You don’t counter a condition with a condition,” she said and a smirk played on my face.“I can,” I said naughtily. “Then I don’t want to hear it,” she said stubbornly as she made to walk away.“Okay it’s more of like a plea. Please,” I pleaded with her and she stopped and turned. She had a wicked smirk on her face. “What is it?” She asked
“Honey, you left our car in the hands of strangers,” he said and I nodded.“I know. Relax. Nothing will happen to the car,” I said, dismissing him because I didn’t want further questions.“I hope not,” he remarked and I swallowed hard. Speaking of that lie, I really had to get people who would wash off that diesel smell from my car so I would pick it up when they were done.“Thank you for cooking today, baby,” I said, hugging him from behind. He was wearing an apron and he looked very adorable when he cooked, but that didn’t mean he was a bad cook. He was actually a very good cook.“Oh, it’s no problem, my love. I just thought to treat my wife to a special meal today,” he said, flipping an egg with a spatula while I massaged his muscles. They were huge and round and I loved to touch them.“I’ve missed these biceps!” I said slapping his arms lightly while he chuckled. “Is that a blush I see?” I asked teasingly because it was very amusing to me that he was blushing. The husband that I k