Forced to love

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"Am I not talking to you!" Alfred exclaimed standing upright and grabbing Grace's arm.

Grace smiles at him, Alfred was confused that she was still smiling even after being screamed at. He quickly looked down towards her eye direction.

Alfred freeze's for the next second before screaming and running back into the bathroom. He comes out after some my cute tying Grace's towel.

"What in the world did you see Grace?" Alfred asked.

"Nothing, was there anything you saw?" Grace responded.

"Stop joking with me Grace, I saw you looking down and at my naked skin, " he said grabbing her shoulder tightly and squeezing it.

"What ever I saw wasn't intentionally and of course you are my husband, is there anything wrong with me seeing you?" She responded.

"Stop it Alfred, you're hurting me," Grace added striving to pull her arms off his big and muscular hand. Alfred looks into her eyes and had pity for her letting her go.

"What's are you doing here, are the foods ready for the guest?" He asked rudely.

"You can't be talking to me like that, I am not your employee neither your slave. The cooks are doing their works," Grace responded moving to her wardrobe and flipping it opened. She stares at her cloths for a long time finding it difficult to choose.

She picks three gowns big her mum bought for her.

"Which one should I wear?" She asked bringing the gown closer to Alfred.

"Huh," Alfred responded looking at her.

"The red, blue or green, which should I wear? " she asked. Her innocent eye cut with his. Alfred had gotten use to Grace being around and the thought of her living crushes him. The attention she had showed towards him, the food she makes for him and he will still say he doesn't want and would end up stealing it at night to eat, personal inspections on his document by Grace when he is asleep, all this fun moments can not be forgotten easily, her simple life style and innocent eye.

"Hello am talking to you," Grace said shuddering him back to his senses.

"Barbaric!" Alfred muttered turning away from her.

"What do you mean by barbaric?" Grace asked.

"Your dress, it is clunky," he responded wearing his shirt.

"Why are you so mean towards me, what's my crime? marrying you?" Grace asked.

" you would have told dad you don't want to marry me," Grace added.

"It has been a year now, why can't you get over it?" Alfred asked.

"Get over it? You are the one not getting over it, you treat me as an enemy." Grace responded.

"Can she stop asking too much, I'm trying not to annoy her especially now but she's talking too much," he said to himself.

"No, we aren't enemies we are cool," Alfred responded together with a fake smile.

"Let's me help you button," Grace said moving closer to him trying to button him but Alfred shifted.

"Why did you move? You do this everytime I come close to you and I need you to stop, stop treating me this way, I am your wife and you can't change that." Grace muttered grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer and helping him button.

"You are in need stubborn but not my type of woman, not of the same class, not my solemate, you are just a contract to me. If dad gave me an option, I would never marry you. These are the reason why I distance myself from you."

"What do you mean by contract?" She asked astonished by what he said.

"Dad gave me no option, he said I should marry you or lose the company, doesn't it sond like a contract to you?" Alfred said "oh I forgot one thing, every contract has an expiry date, you never know, today might be yours," Alfred added working out of the room.

These words got her shocked and forced out tears from her eyes. Remembering the last lines of his words got her weak and unable to move her body. She slowly sat on the bed and cried out loud.

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"Good evening ladies and gentle men, welcome to the birthday party of Mrs. Jerome, feel to go around, make yourself comfortable as we all wait for her entrance," the master of the ceremony popularly known as MC said moving down the stage as the DJ took over.

"We are in the Jerome's mansion, one of the biggest building in Nigeria,"

"Today is the celebration of one of their family member,"

"You can a dress her as the queen of jerome's mansion, Mrs. Agnes Jerome."

"She decided to share this special occasion with friends and well wishers, " The journalists from different publishing agencies tried their best to compel some report before the grand entrance of the celebrant.

Few minute later, Mr/Mrs Travis arrived the mansion, walking in with a big present rapped with designers paper to hide the content.

"Good evening Mr and Mrs Travis, long time no see," a woman dressed in a long velvet gown greeted approaching them.

"Mrs. Alvera, how is the family?" Mr. Travis asked

"Everyone is fine yours?" She responded.

"They are all fine," he said turning to his wife who had no idea of who Alvera is.

"This Is Amanda's mum," he responded as his wife's face brightened up.

"Oh am so sorry, we have never mate that's why she responded hugging Alfred and moving ahead with her husband.

"Why were you keeping your face like that?" Mr Travis asked.

"I wanted to know who she was, I didn't want any commotion so I kept quiet. You know you can't have another woman when am around," she said frowning.

Travis laughed out hugging her by the side.

" At this moment the celebrant will be coming out. Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for our own Mrs. Agnes Jerome, wife to the founder of Danford industries, " they master of the ceremony said, as everyone stood up clapping, some pulling their phones to video her entrance, and the journalistst, men and women docused their camera In they direction she came from.

Her red flow gown split all the way up to her thigh and well designed with golden stone. Her necklace, shining and dragging all ntion to looking at her face. An original golden necklace worth millions.

Mrs. Agnes was surprised of the crowed she pulled in one night, starting from the senators to commissioners, even men and women of higher calibers than they.

Mr. Jerome and his friend Travis stood mesmerized of how attractive Agnes was.

Mr. Jerome's attention was totally on his wife. He slowly moves towards claiming it and giving her a helping hand; coming down together with her.

"How romantic," Alfred shout out to everyone's hearing covering the edges of his mouth to make himself more audible. After he had said this, the whole crowd broke into laughter including the celebrant, leaning on her husbands chest.

Mrs. Travis noticed her daughter wasn't anywhere near the hall, she moves closer to Alfred tapping him on the shoulder.

"Yes ma'am," he responded

"I have been wondering, where my daughter is!" She said.

"She is in our room and doesn't want to come down, mom can you please beg her to come down!" He said pretending he was worried.

"Did you two have a misunderstanding?"

"Just a minor issue and she got upset and refused to come out," he responded looking away into the crowd as Mrs. Travis walks upstairs.