Her hands were shaking. “I Accept”. Two words , that was all it took to sell herself to someone she had never met before.
Another email came in, she stared at her cracked phone screen, it was from r.king@ kingcorporation.com. Something in her head screamed at her to reject this offer but it was too late,she’d already sent her reply and she needed the money.
The message said”wedding is tomorrow. A black car will pick you at 8Am.white dress. no questions”. No greeting, no “dear miss Susan”.just a cold black text,but what do you expect,it was the Richard King,a man who had a reputation for being cold and arrogant towards anyone and everyone,the thought of getting married to this man sent cold chills down her spine. And 8am tomorrow?. that was like 14 hours from now. Susan was hours away from being a fake bride,she didn’t even have a white dress,she’d have to make do with whatever she can find.
Susan went to see her mother at the hospital after closing from the cafè where she worked. “Mom?” she whispered as she opened the hospital room door,the machines beeped softly,her mother looked so small and pale on the bed,with tubes attached to almost every part of her body.
“You’ll get better soon mom” Susan whispered in her mother’s ear as tears welled up in her eyes.
At exactly 8am the following morning,a black Bentley pulled up in front of her compound, people stared. Susan’s phone buzzed. A text: “The driver will wait ten minutes.don’t be late”
Susan took one last look at her mother’s hospital card lying on the table. It was the only reason she had to be strong. She picked it up and walked out.