Married to the bankrupt Billionaire

The morning sun shone brightly and the room was illuminated. A figure was spotted on the bed and she kept rolling from one end to the other. The alarm suddenly rang, jolting her from the dream world she was invested in. "Holy f**k!" she muttered under her breath as her eyes refused to open. Her fingers found the alarm, and she hit it sharply towards the wall. Slowly, the alarm went off, returning the silent room to its very pace. A few minutes passed, and she drifted to sleep once again. Suddenly, a knock landed on her door. "Why won't they let me sleep," she muttered as she yawned. Theresa stood up from her bed and went towards the door; it was nobody but her mom. "Hello dear, how are you doing?" Divallie asked as she spotted Theresa with her smiles. "We would be going to the stall to pick your wedding dress for the event in two days' time," Divallie said, and Theresa did well to nod. She went back into her room, took a quick shower before stepping back out. “Oh no! s**t! This is damn s**t! How could you allow this to happen under your nostrils?” A voice questioned. He was pacing up and down the large room and anyone who saw him in that position would know there was something wrong somewhere. Silence emanated as he kept pacing from one corner to another. "I worked so hard for many years to attain such a level in that company. It wasn't an easy task however, you ruined it after how many months… huh?" Mr. Enshraw questioned after taking a quick glance at his son, Liam. The company liquidized, and the foundations destroyed, what could he do? Nothing! He could do absolutely nothing. He held out a scoff as he looked at his son angrily while glancing at him through his side gaze. An awkward silence emanated, and neither of the two parties said a word. Liam just bowed his head while trying to avoid the gaze of his father. "Liam!" His father called out suddenly as he stared into his deep eyes that showed no emotions. "Fix it! I'm giving you less than 2 months. Fix that company back." Mr. Enshraw didn't repeat his word again and he walked out of the study with anger fuming in him. All his hard work, his efforts, everything. They had all gone down the drain. He shook his head as he walked out until Liam could see him no more. His anger was killing. It was just a few days to his wedding, and Liam had actually gone bankrupt. His thoughts overwhelmed him then suddenly, his phone vibrated as a call entered, jolting him back to reality. "Hello, Mr. Liam," a voice retorted from its end. "Kindly tell all staff to evacuate the building. It's now for another man. I'm Barrister Davis Gomez, by the way." Immediately the man said whatever he had to say, he cut the call. Liam buried his thoughts in his wide palm; he would get it all back. It could take time, but he would get everything. Everything that was lost, he would get it all back. **************** They had all gotten home already and Theresa glanced at the wedding dress that stood in its transparent wardrobe. She just couldn't wait; she was super excited. Theresa glanced at the cloth once again; she imagined herself in it walking down the aisle. Of course! It was going to be great, and everyone couldn't wait. Tomorrow! It was the day that she had eagerly anticipated; she would be referred to as Mrs. Theresa Liam. She couldn't wait, she wished the day could just start afresh, and by then, she would have gotten married and be with Liam forever. She laid on the bed, her gaze fixed directly on the open pillow. She couldn't help but stare at the night sky, which stood right there. The evening slowly waned off as the night crept in. Theresa caught hold of her blanket as she closed her eyes deeply, only for the D-day to appear right before her as the bride. **************”** A slap titled widely across his face and he slowly felt the burning sensation as his white skin turned red. Before he could react to the first, another slap landed across his face again. This time the slap was harder, and it looked like she was going to do something stupid. "How dare you? How dare you tarnish the image of the Websters? I won't take this easily with you," her voice croaked, barely audible. The woman before him looked like someone who would burst out with emotions if anything was said. He glanced at his mother who stood right in front of him. His mother had never slapped him in his years of existence, she had never raised her hands to him before. Liam thought as he couldn't help but fathom what was actually going on. "Mother!" He said as another slap rested on his swollen chin. He retreated his steps from her as he saw how angry she was. He wasn't going to stand beside her. He fully knew the reasons for her actions. It was because the company went into liquidation. At that moment, he felt nothing but grief and pain; his parents had multiple companies, and he was about to complete the thoughts in his head when his mother spoke up. "Liam, that company belonged to your late aunt," she paused for a while as she allowed her tears to give way. “That…” his mother was about to talk again but she kept sobbing. She finally caught herself together as he prepared to leave. She couldn't tell him. Liam stood still as he wondered his mom's reaction towards him a few minutes ago. He stared blankly at the mirror as he spotted his swollen chin through the opposite mirror in his room. His thoughts took over him as he wondered what she was about to say. "Late aunt," he muttered as he soliloquized once again. He had a late aunt?