Episode 3
1091 Words
Zara's pov
I looked out the greenery that was turning dark through the car window. It was evening and we were heading to his home, the Davis mansion.
I found out that his name was Samuel. A son to one of the richest men in America. I'm talking pretty rich.
And here I was, a nobody following him to meet his grandpa at dinner with the owner of the Millers Group.
Samuel had told me that he and his cousin were competing to sign the deal (same deal father had been chasing). Whoever succeeded would have a better chance at being the President of Davis Group.
My hands were sweaty and I was fidgeting. I was scared. I didn't know what to expect.
Why did I agree to this?
“You'll be fine. I've got you, okay?” He said as if he could feel my anxiety, giving my hand a soft squeeze and I returned his smile, nodding my head.
I had agreed to this and there was no going back. I actually had no where to go back to and so, I must give it my all, take the money he was offering and start afresh somewhere far away from here.
Yes, I agreed to be his contract wife for one year because the person who was supposed to act the part just suddenly opted out. He said his grandfather asked him to come to the dinner with someone, otherwise, he'd lose all his inheritance to his cousin.
So, I accepted his offer to help him as he had helped me by bringing me to the hospital when I collapsed. But also who wouldn't accept a deal worth over three hundred thousand dollars?
We spent the rest of the day getting ready for this evening. He told me the basic things I needed to know about him and I him, but I made sure not to reveal too much. If I did, I might just break down.
I wore a navy satin gown, hair in a chignon, pearl jewelry, classic makeup, and heels. I looked stunning, more stunning than I had looked in years but my mind was all over the place in worry.
What if I mess up? What if I cost him his inheritance? What if his grandpa catches us? What if…
“Are you ready?” He asked, offering me his hand, smiling.
‘Be ready or lose three hundred thousand dollars, Zara,’ I thought.
That money could do a lot for me. I already planned how I'd use it to start a small firm for myself, somewhere far away from this city.
It'll help me and my unborn baby and at least I could give it a good life. A life far away from this mess of a life I lived. I'd cherish him or her and make sure he never feels left out.
I might not know who the father of the baby was but I'll ensure that it never feels lacking or even the absence of a father. I'll do better than my parents.
But first, I have to be ready to face head on whatever lies beneath that door. I actually wasn't ready but I had to be.
Damn it!
“I'm ready,” I answered, taking his hands.
I've attended quite a number of dinners with various rich people. Even though I'm meeting Madam Amelia Miller, the richest female billionaire who owns the strongest chains of businesses for the first time, I believe I have some etiquette and knowledge on how to act.
“After you,” he said after a butler opened the door for us on arriving at the threshold.
This is it.
I closed my eyes, willing myself to be ready for whatever comes next. Then I shot it open.
And smiled widely. Ready.
I stood in the middle of the sitting room—marble floors beneath, grand columns around me, soft lights aglow. Every detail whispers sophistication, elegance, and quiet, unwavering class.
It looked almost intimidating but I managed to shrug it off. Then came the scent of alluring dishes. Followed by laughter, a deep rooted laughter that made me question; who is that?
I followed Samuel's lead to the dining area where we met a sophisticated looking man. He looked exactly like Samuel but a way older version.
Next, my eyes caught hers. She had the color of my eyes and she exuded effortless elegance—poised and self-assured, with eyes that reflected depth and warmth. She seemed relaxed and her eyes were welcoming.
“Grandpa!” Samuel exclaimed happily, trying to hug him but he used his walking stick to stop him, shoving him aside to look at me.
“Well, who do we have here?” His smooth voice called and I walked up to him, smiling sheepishly.
“Good evening Sir, madame,” I said, bowing my head and acknowledging both of them.
“Oh, please have a seat, you're most welcome. And I'm Michaels, feel free to call me that and this is…” he pointed at her.
“Madam Amelia Millers,” I completed. “It's nice to finally meet you,” I added, smiling.
Her eyes suddenly went watery. She looked at me with a certain kind of longing that I couldn't understand. It was like she was trying to see through me. For a second, I hoped she didn't actually see through the lies I was presenting.
But that stare, it was warm, calm, soothing, longing… and I didn't understand why.
“Fi… finally,” she muttered, looking at me like she wished she could reach out to me and hug me.
Was I already winning her over?
“Well, I've heard so…” I started but was cut off by another giggle and laughter that came from the sitting room.
That laughter… I could recognise it from anywhere. Even in my sleep. It was a laughter that would hunt me for the rest of my life.
It was a laughter I wished… no, begged belonged to someone else. I prayed my guess was wrong.
But then they appeared in the dining area.
My nemesis.
The thorn in my flesh.
My sister and ex-lover.
Williams. And Quincy.
I stiffened.
My mouth fell open and a cold ran through me.
“Oh, you're finally here. The dinner can start now,” Micheals voice broke through the brief silence as I and their eyes locked. “Amelia dear, meet my second grandson, Williams and his fiance, Quincy Daniels.”
What?! Grandson?!
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