Chapter 2: The Weight Of The Name
472 Words
Omarion Hills had been born into power, but for the first time in his life, it felt like power was slipping through his fingers.
The moment Sumayah left his office, the silence became unbearable.
He was restless, from moving to his little bar corner, to his huge window and his eyes scanning his office like there was something in there coming to solve his problems, fists clenched at his sides, jaw tight.
The city stretched endlessly below the glass towers, moving cars, a living reminder of everything his family name had built.
Hills Ventures wasn’t just a company. It was a legacy carved out of ambition, risk, and ruthless decisions.
And now, it was hanging by a thread.
Omarion walked back to his desk and unlocked the bottom drawer. From it, he pulled out an old outdated leather bound folder one he hadn’t opened in years.
His father’s handwriting stared back at him from the top page, sharp and deliberate, just like the man himself.
“My son, If you are reading this, then I am gone, and the future of Hills Ventures rests on the choices you make next..”
Omarion didn’t read past the part he already knew by heart.
“Marriage by thirty. Full ownership granted. Failure results in immediate government seizure and reassignment to Hills’ competitors.”
Thirty.
He glanced at the calendar on his desk, the date circled in red like a silent threat.
Twenty-nine years. Eleven months. Twenty-one days.
The board had been too patient towards him. Government officials were already questioning the structure of ownership. And Blackwood Holdings, the vultures they’d been fighting for years, had somehow gotten wind of the clause.
They were waiting.
One wrong move, one delay, and everything his father built would be handed over to men who would tear it apart and call it progress.
Omarion exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as if he could physically shake off the pressure. He’d built an empire of control and never letting emotions interfere, never tying himself to anyone long enough to be vulnerable.
Marriage had never been part of his plan, women had always come too easily.
They wanted his money, his status, his name. And he let them have pieces of him that meant nothing and to avoid complications.
Love complicated things, at least that was his belief.
But Sumayah Smith, she was standing on the other side of this mess.
She would never want him.
And that was precisely why she was the perfect one.
He picked up his phone and sent a text to her after thinking he spoke out too sudden and she might have felt so shocked.
“Please come back to my office.” He dropped his phone and keeps on reading the folder like his life belong to it.
Which his life actually depends on.
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