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“I promise I won't run off but I need the money now.” This guy should use his brains.
I couldn't wait for another day, I need the money and now. He should be more sensible.
“Your promises won't do me any good,” he pivoted, backing me as he began strutting away.
No, he can't leave now.
I ran to stand in front of him, stopping his movement.
When he stared down at me, he held my gaze with an unreadable expression.
“I need the money now, I'll put my signature on a paper and you can write whatever you want to on it.”
With much eagerness, I called the first female, who was obviously a maid, standing at a corner and obviously eavesdropping on our conversation.
She widened her eyes in shock at being caught, but that wasn't what I cared about.
“Please, get me a paper," my voice was shaky, but she heeded with a bow, scurrying out of sight.
When I turned to Don, he was staring at me like I was doltish.
“What are you doing?”
But I ignored him, collecting the paper and pen from the female when she was back.
“Thank you,” moving to the table, I dropped the paper, placing my signature on the bottom.
“Here,” my shaky hands stretched the papers to him, “please give me the money. I've put my signature on this paper.”
I walked to where he still stood, staring at me like I was losing it, then handed the paper to him.
“Take it, write whatever you want, just please,” my voice lowered, becoming tear-filled, “give me the money.”
He squinted his eyes slightly at me like he was trying to read my mind and for a minute I thought he was not going to give the money to me.
But then he took the paper from me, “okay.”
That one word washed me with relief.
“I'll send it to you, but believe me when I say that if you don't sign the contract tomorrow you'll regret having met me.”
With that, he turned around strutting out of sight.
His threat had actually bought shivers down my spine.
But all that mattered was that he would be paying for Suzy's surgery.
I moved out of the massive parlor, up a surprisingly long staircase.
At first I didn't recognize which door was my room, but when I sighted it, I went inside it.
Closing the door behind me, I went to the queen sized bed, sitting on it.
My entire being kept glancing at my phone every second, wondering when he was going to send the money.
I already gave him my signature. Would he not send it or what?
After two long minutes of waiting, my phone vibrated.
Immediately, I clicked on the message, expecting to see the $100000 he had said he'd send.
A gasp caught in my throat, my breath stuck in a silent scream of disbelief at the sight.
What the— was I dreaming or was my account balance reading $500000?
Don had sent me five hundred thousand dollars.
What?!
Woah, my brain couldn't even function well at how I'd spend the money.
What?!
In my entire lifetime, I don't think I'll ever be able to finish spending the money.
Like, what?!
Gosh, my brain couldn't function well. I found myself pacing round the room.
I've never had half a hundred thousand in my account before but here I was, half a million dollar in my account.
Again, what?!
What was I ever thinking when I said I wasn't going to marry him? I must've been hit in the head by a truck.
Just to be with someone for two years, I was going to get $500000!
Suzy!
I had almost forgotten about calling Doctor Mike.
What was wrong with me?
I was about to dial his number when a message popped on my screen.
*Suzy will be transferred to a bigger hospital tonight, don't worry about the fees, just prepare yourself for putting your signature on those papers tomorrow.*
Wait let me get this straight.
I have &500000 in my account and don't need to pay a penny for Suzy's surgery.
A squeal left me as I ran to the bed, jumping on it in excitement and not caring how I was ruining the neatly laid bedspread.
I couldn't help grinning ear to ear, my heart overflowing with joy.
My smile was so wide it hurt, but I couldn't wipe it off my face, I was too happy.
I had half a million dollars.
I'm rich!
When I was done jumping, I collapsed on the already rough looking bed.
With my phone still on my hand, I dialled Rose's number.
It was only when I was sent to voicemail, that my brain recalled she'd said she was at work.
Well, she'd know tomorrow then.
***
Stretching, I rolled on the soft and comfortable bed.
I didn't even realize when sleep had come last night.
It felt like the thought of knowing I had money and Suzy was going to be alright would take sleep away.
But maybe ones first night in an obviously expensive bed was bound to make one sleep.
With a wide grin on my face, I sat up, not caring how my hair was all over my head.
A knock came from my door, turning mg direction to it.
“Come in,” the bliss was very much evident in my tone.
When the door opened, a female I assumed to be a maid walked in.
Just like every other maid I'd seen in this house, her hair was packed in a bun.
She bowed before speaking, “Mr Jones has asked to call you ma'am.”
My face radiated joy with a smile that could light up a room planted on my face at the sound of his name.
“Really?” I wanted to hop out of the room when my gaze turned to a mirror at the side of the room.
The mirror was very huge and looked like the ones rich people used in movies.
It was very truthful in revealing how terrible I looked at the moment.
Making it obvious how excited I felt last night that I forgot clean off the makeup from the wedding, so my face was stained with it.
Especially considering the fact that I cried a lot.
I still had on the white silk dress and my hair worsened it all, making me look like an ugly furry creature.
I turned to the maid whose head was still bowed.
Were they going to keep doing that? Wow, I had some power.
“Tell him I'll be there in twenty minutes. I need to change.”
“Okay ma'am.” With that, she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
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