married for a year

chapter 3

ANITA'S POV

I simply did not have this self-image in mind.

I've never thought of being married in an arranged or contract marriage despite my lack of success in love.

I have never been in a relationship and am a virgin. I'm not sure what makes them leave and never come back for another date—my hesitation to be intimate or the thrill of having a man speak to me.

I've spent the entire day at work weeping, cursing, and yearning for the unreachable.

How am I expected to marry my boss? And for only a single year? How is it even possible to imagine?

Is it the fact that I'll live with him or the briefness of our relationship that presents a problem?

I'm irritated for no obvious reason at the time. Simply stated, I don't feel like completing this.

I'm scared because my heart is weak and my boss is a Greek god.

I've been secretly in love with him since I started working here a year ago.

My adoration for him began to fade as he revealed his true self by yelling at me, screaming orders at me, and tormenting me with a mountain of work to do all in the name of punishment, and I started to get more immersed in my work.

In the coming weeks, Grandma requires surgery on her leg, but I lack the funds to pay for it.

Exactly nothing!

My income covers all of our living expenditures, including our mortgage, rent, food, home upkeep, and grandma's prescription medicines.

The only thing I can save is them.

How will I receive money before my next checkup in two weeks?

The particular day of the treatment will be chosen during the examination in two weeks.

The doctor might send us home if we don't bring the money as we haven't paid the hospital expenses in a month. I had to utilize the money for something else because of a predicament.

Gosh! I had brain damage.

Weeping won't make the situation go away. A novel solution must be discovered.

Should I contact Milissa before making any decisions?

I now have two choices, none of which I want: either I stay Robert's harlot forever, or I become his wife for a year, during which he would cover all of my costs.

I'm now encouraging myself to cease sobbing.

Almost all of the fluids that were remaining inside of me have been discharged, so all I want to do right now is weep in my little bed.

The intercom abruptly awakens me from my daydream and tells me that I have been sleeping for the last five hours.

Is it the manager? Is he attempting to get rid of me? I've still not taken any action with the file he sent me.

I am decaying human flesh. I am aware that after his long revisions, he will probably grow upset with me and maybe sack me.

I summon up the courage to pick up the intercom as tears start to collect in my eyes.

Even if I don't comprehend a word he says, I'm still moved. If he chooses to dismiss me, it will be because I didn't finish the task and allowed my personal problems to interfere.

In addition to being instructed to leave the room, I also hear "you can go home."

"What?!"

I sputter, "H...he...llo, sir," with shaking lips.

When I envision losing my job at a period when I most need it, my breathing turns tight and my pulse rate jumps.

I questioned, "Did you hear what I said?"

I queried. He yells violently at me. He remained furious from earlier.

I told you to come back after work."

He continues, and I furrow my brows.

He is absolutely not like this.

Do you think I should remain here or go home?

Is he letting me leave from my employment permanently, or just today?

I hunch even lower in the chair as he shuts the phone off before I can ask him what he means.

My cynicism has risen at this particular moment.

What he wants me to do is still unclear to me. When he contacted me, the project hadn't started, but I was ready to get going.

Should I wait until tomorrow as he suggested? Can I return the following day?

I hurriedly answer my phone when it begins to ring because I believe it to be my employer.

As I see Milissa's name on the computer instead of my boss' name, I exhale in relief and feel something inside of me crack.

My boss's meeting was scheduled for 4 o'clock; it is now nearly 5 o'clock.

I absolutely failed to respond to him so that we could leave for the appointment.

He had the choice of coming there by himself or with his secretary. I act as his personal assistant and our boss has a secretary.

I can now depart because he called to tell me to go, which implies he isn't back in the office.

I answered the phone.

I'm heading towards your residence. Hello. Have you come home from work yet? She shouts loudly into the phone.

I quickly remembered discussing going out today with Milissa. I have the best opportunity to enlighten her about my work and the perks he gives.

What she thinks about it interests me. Would she take it or refuse it, as I did, if she were in my position?

I only respond, astonished by the sound of my voice, "I will be there shortly." Grandma won't be able to see anything, I can only hope.

I conclude the talk and continue seated rather than attempting to get up and depart as the employer has suggested. When I opened the laptop, I noticed his photo there exactly as I had left it this morning before he invited me into his office.

He appears to be wonderful. Handsome. Beautiful.

I become conscious of what I'm doing and begin to think that this is more than just an image as his eyes sink further into mine as I continue to glance at him.

I swiftly scroll down.

The individual I refer to as my boss has all of his information accessible, including his age and family background.

There is simply one issue that the general public and the labor both find incomprehensible. I won't pretend to be unperplexed.

Since I started working here, he has never been characterized as being in a relationship, and I have never seen a woman come searching for him.

Why does he seek a one-year engagement? Is this simply being done to generate money?

I softly gasp as soon as my eyes settle on the net worth. Despite being aware of my employer's extraordinary fortune, I was clueless of his amount of wealth. He is a trillionaire, not merely a billionaire, and has activities spanning the entire continent.

My hands begin to quiver terribly as I begin to pack my possessions.

I must visit Milissa. She needed to know what occurred at work today, so I told her. She must be fully acquainted with my work, of course.

I need her opinion before I decide.

I'm hoping that whatever decision I make will be the best and prevent me from regretting it later.