Chapter 6
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Grace
"What do you mean, Mel? I asked again as she was quiet for some time, making me sweat anxiously.
"It involves marriage and getting pregnant." She whispered, fear etched on her face as she knew I wasn't going to react well to it.
"What? There's no f*****g way I'm doing that."
I was no longer crying, I was beyond shocked that Mel would ask me such. "Why can't you do it?"
"Coral thinks you're the best person for the job. You're new and still pure. I've taken things that could ensure I can't give birth, but you haven't. So you would have a higher probability." She explained. "And the pay is high, if you were wondering."
I opened my mouth to say something but closed it right back immediately she talked about the pay. It was like she knew the right words that would get me to do whatever crazy idea this was.
"Who's the guy?"
"Apparently, it's a billionaire, so you'd be paid and taken care of." She winked.
"I have so many questions, you have no idea." I exhaled.
"I know you do. How about we eat this delicious food you cooked, rest and go to Corals tomorrow. She'll explain everything to you." She nudged as she had been eyeing the pot of mac and cheese as soon as she came in.
I sighed in defeat and finished cooking quickly, serving her as she looked like she would eat me if I didn't serve her soon if I waited a second longer.
We spent the rest of the night catching up on each other's lives, watching movies, and Mel taking a pregnancy test.
Brian
"Hey, fancy pants!" The door to my office barged in revealing the familiar face of Coral in her almost too revealing outfit that screamed with colours I wouldn't consider ever wearing.
"Hey you, I thought you didn't like my office because it was too big and fancy and snobbish and blah blah blah...." I teased, standing and moving to hug her.
Coral and I had been best friends since high school and then eventually went to the same university. It seemed unlikely because of our different career paths, but Coral was the only person who never judged me and had my back like no one else.
"I mean, once in a while, I have to come check if you're still mentally fit. This type of place does something to you." She was obviously joking but had a serious face, which eventually burst into laughter as she saw I was starting to get worried.
"Jeez... Coral. I thought I was starting to look like a maniac."
"Calm down, fancy pants. Well, you called me, I'm here. What's going on?"
"I know this might be weird, but I kind of need your help." I teased her.
"Duhhh.... like always. I'm all ears." We both chuckled at her first statement and quickly got serious, the unasked question weighing in the room. "Okay, let's be serious. What's bothering you?"
"Marcus is bothering me." I sighed.
"What does the estranged father have rolled up his sleeves this time?" Rolling her eyes, she slumped on the couch in my office.
"It's serious, Coral. He wants to take me out of the will!" I gritted my teeth, my fist rolled to a ball, my jaws tightened.
"What the actual f**k? He can't do that can he?" She finally understood the gravity of the situation as she was now pacing the corners of my office.
"Coral.... pacing makes me sick, you know that."
"Sorry, this while situation is just very annoying. I don't see how he can do that." Sue drew closer to me, concern etched in all corners of her face.
"Apparently there's a clause somewhere on the documents stating each receiver of the inheritance must have the potential of a family and Lance is already engaged."
"But we've gone through that document a dozen times, this looks like foul play. Marcus has never been known to be a fair player." Coral face now held disgust for the man I referred to as my father.
"Well, even though he just put it there, there is no law stating that he can't. Afterall he is the sole owner of the will and he can choose the rules that applies. I just don't know what Lance told him and would make him act like this."
"Well, Lance has been a conniving piece of sh*t since I remember so you can't even place your head on whatever he told Marcus." She was right.
Growing up with Marcus was harder than anyone knew, I was constantly preferred over my father's golden child. I grew up with a 'problems' as Marcus referred to them.
One of my attributes that he hated was that I was attracted to men, which alone made him exclude me from important family meetings and trainings I was supposed to attend or undergo.
He always blamed my late mother for being too soft on me and treating me like the girl I had grown up to become.
Lance, on the other hand, was as ruthless as Marcus even at childhood. He had already started hunting at six, and at nine, he singlehandedly started killing our dinners.
I, on the other hand, was too scared to hurt an animal. It irritated my father that he stopped taking me on his hunting trip, and I started staying home to do the 'girls' chores.
It was without any doubt I hated my life growing up, and I had always planned to leave but my father enjoyed the torture he provided me so he made sure to set up ways for me to stay and be his puppet.
Growing up, I learnt I was bisexual in nature since I enjoyed the company of both genders, but it still disgusted Lance and Marcus that I would think of a man sexually.
"Yeah, little piece of s**t, but I'm not here to talk about him." I had a sense of urgency in my voice.
"Yeah, I know. So what do you need?" She focused her gaze on me.
"I need a bride, one who can bare me children."
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