Chapter 3
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“Excuse me? I don’t think I heard that right”
“Marry my son and I’ll take care of your mothers treatment and whatever else you need” he says calmly “come on don’t look at me like you don’t want this, do you really plan to cook for me and live in a dump forever?
“w why would you want me to marry your son? I stuttered
“that’s not for you to worry about dear, you are clearly conflicted right now so I’ll give you some time to think about it. I want an answer by tomorrow” he replies as he stands from his chair, when he was by the stairs he turned around and added
“it’s your mother’s life on the line, don’t forget and choose wisely”
At home I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling contemplating my choices
Why would he want me to marry his son, is he ugly, omg what if he's like disabled or something. That the only reasonable explanation I can come up with because why would a billionaire’s son have trouble finding a wife
I rolled on my bed and sighed. I can’t possibly agree to this right? this is my whole we are talking about. But if I don’t, Mimi will die and I can’t let that happen, she's done so much for me, she took me in and took care of me since papa died. This is the least I can do to repay her. I ended up crying myself to sleep that night
The next day, I went to the blackwood mansion having made my decision
“you're early” said Mr. blackwood walking into the sitting room “have you made your decision?
“Yes, I’ll marry him” I whisper with unshed tears in my eyes, I feel like I'm signing a deal with the devil but what choice do I have
“Smart girl, I knew you'll make the right decision”
“Can I just have the money now? Please, my mother is dying”
“don’t worry about that, my assistant is already on his way to the hospital, he’ll take care of it”
“Thank you but I really have to be there sir, she needs me” I say already about to get up to head to the hospital
“Nonsense, her daughters will take care of her. As for you I need you to sign these” he handed me what looked like a contract and I start to read through it but he stopped me saying
“the contract only stipulates that you'll have to marry my son in exchange for the money, this is just for formality, there’s really no use going through this, I have no time to waste”
I reluctantly sign the contract and hand it over to him
“a stylist is going to be here soon, we are going to a gala and there you'll meet my son, I want the wedding to be as soon as possible”
“Wait, this is moving too fast, I don’t even know the guy and I need to be there for my mom”
“you have the rest of your lives to get to know each other and I've told you, your mother is fine, I’ll make sure of it.
About thirty minutes later, the stylist arrives and we are both led to a guest room where she gets me ready. After she's done, I stare at the full-length mirror in the corner of the room and I'm barely able to recognize myself. My long black hair fell in soft waves over one shoulder. My big doe eyes look bolder with the dark eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow and my lips are coated in deep red lipstick making them look plumper. The black dress I'm wearing is tight and flares out at the bottom with one shoulder and big red flowers on the top
Theres a knock on the door and then the butler enters to inform me Mr. blackwood is waiting for me in the car and then escorts me to the car, he opens the door for me and I thank him and enter into the sleek black range rover
“You clean up nice” says Mr. blackwood
“Err thank you? I say not having a better response, was that even a compliment or an insult
The rest of the car ride is silent, I occasionally glance at my phone to see if my sisters texted me about how Mimi is doing but nothing, I sigh, putting down my phone. Of course, none of them deemed it important to update me on Mimi’s health, they never miss an opportunity to remind me that Mimi is their mother not mine and no matter how hard I tried to bond with them so they’ll at least like me, they never budged so I stopped trying
When we arrive at the gala, the driver opens our doors and Mr. blackwood took my hand as we walked down the red carpet with reporters screaming things like “Mr. blackwood, who is this beautiful lady with you tonight?
Mr. blackwood, we received an anonymous tip that your only son and heir is getting married, is that true? Could this young lady be your son’s fiancée” and more like that.
Mr. blackwood ignored them and we kept walking until we entered a grand hall. Everything and everyone here scream elegant, wealthy and even in this ridiculously expensive designer dress and shoes I'm put in, I clearly don’t fit in. we find our seats and I sit there awkwardly as people come to greet or introduce themselves to Mr. blackwood clearly trying to please the old man. I ask him about his son a couple of times and all he tells me each time is that he’ll soon be here. I take a glass of wine from the waiters passing by and down it all in one go, I have a feeling I'm going to need a lot more than one glass of wine to get through this evening though. After about an hour of waiting for his son to arrive with no sign of him, I excuse myself to use the restroom but really, I just feel suffocated and wanted to take a breather, I climb upstairs and found a balcony and went there to get some fresh air. I took a seat on one of the seats placed there, fuming, so not only might this guy be ugly and disabled, he's also an asshole with no respect for people’s time, not even his father, if he can’t even respect his father, how is he going to respect me, his father’s lowly chef
I hope he hates me and cancels this stupid arrangement.
After a short while, I decide to head back to the gala but bumped into someone on my way out of the balcony, his drink splashing on my dress
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