BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE

But, Dad, how do you want me to marry someone I don't know? "Ella, please, you have to do this to save us," I heard my dad's voice ring in my ear. I can't believe my dad wants to ruin my life. Well... My name is Ella. I was reading a novel my friend gave me when my mum banged on my door without knocking. "Ella, your dad is calling you. Meet him in the sitting room." But, Mum, you’re supposed to knock, I said with a baby’s frown on my face. "Don’t waste his time, Ella," she said, closing the door with force. I put on my slippers to answer him. "Dad, I'm here. You called me?" "Yes, my beautiful daughter Ella." Clearing his throat... "Ella, thank you for coming. Please, have a seat." "What’s this about, Dad?" He gestured to a chair. "It’s about the arrangement with the Thompson family. I need to discuss something significant with you." I sat down, my expression shifting to one of concern. He paused, then continued, "As you know, our family has been facing financial difficulties. Mr. Thompson approached me with an offer—a contract, actually." I was confused. "A contract? What does it involve?" "The contract is a marriage arrangement. It stipulates that you will marry Mr. Thompson’s son. This is to solidify the agreement and ensure our financial stability." I was shocked. "Marry his son? Dad, this sounds like you’re selling me off." "It’s not like that. It’s a strategic partnership that benefits both families. You are the most suitable choice due to your qualities." "I can’t believe you’re doing this. I have no say in this?" "I understand this is sudden and difficult. But the terms are set, and the contract is binding. We need this arrangement for our future security." I was struggling with my emotions. "So, I’m just a pawn in this deal?" "It’s not about seeing you as a pawn. It’s about securing our future. I hoped you would understand the necessity of this arrangement." I stood up abruptly, my face a mix of anger and sadness. "I need some time to process this. I can’t just accept it like this." I turned and walked out of the study, leaving my father alone, looking conflicted but resolute.