His Little Obsession: He's Looking For A Bride

Liana's POV The inheritance Some people may cry, some may weep, some may mourn, but in my case, it's different. The moment I heard the death of my father, all I felt was relief. I felt this inward joy in me. At least, the bastard can go to hell forever. But then, fate always has a way of repaying us all for everything we do, including those evil thoughts. This was all I could think of as I stood hopeless in the hospital hallway. The thick scent of antiseptic filled the air and made my stomach churn. The flickering lights glinted at the white painted walls, radiating brightly into my eyes. My hands were still trembling from what had happened earlier. I watched my mom collapse. I f*****g watched her collapse. Good lord! I pray she makes it. She will survive. I know it. Pacing endlessly , I jerked sharply when I felt someone's feel on my shoulder. It was a nurse. My heart skipped a beat, but her smile was beautiful, it gave me some sort of reassurance. “You can come see her now.” She whispered and squeezed my hand softly. “It's gonna be alright.” I raced through the hallway, not minding the stares and chaos I caused as I did that, at least, I did not hit anyone or tumble anything, so, I'm good. I felt the drumming of my heart right in my throat. The moment I saw her, my heart shattered. She was unconscious, pale looking and broken. She wore the oxygen mask, they ran tubes from her arms, my God! Why now! The doctor walked in and tapped me. He took me to a corner to disclose the bombshell of doom. His words hit me like a crashing train. I just couldn't believe it. “Stage four. It's aggressive. And without immediate intervention, we're looking at months. I'm so sorry.” Come on man. Months? f*****g months? Damn! He had done his part. He just left me alone, with no one to console me. f**k! I held her firmly, she's all I had. She's my rock. My savior. She's the woman that raised me all by herself, while that bastard that calls himself my dad lived in luxury and pretended like we never existed. f**k him! You can't go mom! No! I love you! You just can't leave me… My tears were like an overflowing river, but the flow was disrupted by the creaking of the door behind me. A man, his expression cold, stoic, something I just couldn't relate, his black suit glittering and a briefcase I hand stepped in. What now? He looked into my eyes, as if searching for something, something he couldn't find. The lingering silence between us was tense. He should just spill his tea, I've already had a lot today. I raised an eyebrow at him, gesturing for him to speak. However, he remained calm and spread his briefcase open on the plastic chair by the corner. When he was done with whatever s**t he was doing, he finally spoke. “Ms. Liana Blackwell?” He called. I nodded in affirmation. He took a deep breath and continued. “I'm here on behalf of your father's estate.” The mention of the word father hit me like ice. My blood grew cold. It f*****g turned to ice. “What do you mean… what are you even doing here?” I snapped. Why can't I have peace, even if it's for a few hours. “I'm sorry Ms, but Sir Arthur Blackwell passed away yesterday and as his personal lawyer, I'm here to handover his properties to you. You are his heir.” He said, his voice unwavering. I felt the sudden pause in the air. I heard the beat he was dancing to, but I ain't gonna follow. He should just f**k off. I looked away in anger and snarled. “I don't care about Arthur. I don't want his money.” I replied immediately. “I don't want a f*****g damn thing from him.” I yelled. He didn't flinch, he just stood, closely observing me, and saw my struggle from the inside. “You may feel that way, but you need it. Just think about it, it could cover for your mother's treatments, all of them.” I hate to play this game. I hate it. But as if I knew, Arthur Blackwell was the devil himself, and as such, nothing that comes from him is ever simple, no matter how good it may look. I nodded in pain, “Go on.” I muttered. “To access the funds, you must assume your role as the heir to the Blackwell estate. Sign all the papers. And…” He brought out the file from his briefcase and slid it towards me. “You'll be placed under the supervision of the estate's manager, Dominic Thorne.” He concluded. “You see, easy peasy.” He chuckled. But then, that name, that demon, why him? The mention of him again hit me like a wave. It rang deep in my ears, spreading remembrance of his character again in my head. I remembered the boy who once lived under Arthur's roof, under his shadows. The cold, smart, dangerously quiet and poisoned kid. I can never forget him. Well, he always wins. I can't let mom die. I'll just have to. I stared at the papers. The pen, the file. Mom's weak body, it killed me. My pride took a walk. My heart screamed painfully in my ears. The whispers: ‘save her,’ was all I could hear. I gave in. I listened to my bleeding heart and picked up the pen, slowly drawing it, one at a time. I penned down my name. I gave up my peace, my pride. I just sold myself to the devil. It just seemed like he was waiting for me to agree. The moment I threw the pen, the door swung open. I looked up immediately, expecting none other, but the demon king, Dominic. His presence filled the room. His scent was unwavering and took control of everything in the room. His very presence showed control, then working under him would be like being locked up in a cage.