Mr. White's midnight wife.

“Quill, listen carefully. In the White family, marriage is not about love. It is a business deal.” Quill tightened his grip on the phone. “But Uncle… my father promised I could marry whoever I wanted. He never mentioned that there would be a need for the family to pick a wife for me.” A woman's voice shrilled through the line– Jessica. “Oh darling, you shouldn't waste time trying to convince him. He'll adjust.” Adjust. A beautiful way to say he didn't have a choice but to adhere. Uncle Harrison smacked his teeth, disgust obvious in his tone. “But your father is dead now, Quill, isn't he? And I have run this family for years and that includes taking care of you. Plus, I believe that you as well have been an obedient child. I do not know when you suddenly picked up this habit of trying to protest and tell me what to do. Or have you perhaps become..” he paused. “ungrateful?” “No…no uncle,” Quill stuttered. “I wouldn't dare. It's just that. The lady in question– Priscilla. I barely know her. And the little I know is quite unappealing. She's sharp mouthed and strict. A spoiled daughter of the Wade family. Not the kind of woman I'd want for a wife, uncle. And also,” Quill hesitated. “I have a girlfriend.” “Oh, Quill,” Harrison chuckled. “Timid. Just like his mother.” abruptly hanging up before Quill could form a reply. Not a day would pass without Harrison throwing darts of words at how “weak” Quill's mother was. The same woman who'd built everything they now enjoy alongside her late husband. Quill hated his uncle. He hated Jessica even more. But hatred meant nothing when Harrison controlled his life. And his money. Ever since the death of his parents, they'd stepped up to “supervise” the White estate and “prepare Quill till he was ready to take over” but the young man was already in his late twenties without the slightest knowledge on how to properly hold an office pen. To make Quill's life more “beautiful” than it already was, he'd be getting married to a woman known for how much she detests anything with a p***s. It was too obvious. The marriage was nothing but another business move. And Quill's love life was a sacrifice. “Olivia,” Quill whispered. 'How am I going to tell Olivia that they'll be forcing me into getting married to someone else?’ …… Quill drove straight to the small apartment he'd managed to buy for her. The small place was all he could afford. Anything more expensive would have him at Uncle Harrison’s desk, explaining how he spent every dollar of his own father's money. Quill had pictured it. An emotional moment where he'd break the news to Olivia, and she would break down in tears. Then he'd promise to fight for the sake of their love, making their bond grow stronger. Quill pushed the door open slowly. The sounds reached him before the sight did. A woman's moan. Olivia's voice. His heart froze. “Olivia!” She flinched, picking up the piece of bedding to cover herself. “Hold on. I'll be back,” she said to her s*x partner who gestured at Quill with a nod. Olivia's reluctance to step out of the room would be noticed by a blind man. Not to talk of Quill, who already had tears streaming down his face. “Olivia… what is this?” She rolled her eyes. “What is what, Quill? I hate that you had to find out this way but I had to opt for something better. I cannot keep managing the little cash you throw at me.” “Olivia, I am the son of Mr. Quinn White. The heir to his estate and empire,” he had to remind her. Olivia laughed. “Pathetic. The heir to his estate but they never let you out of that villa. Your uncle gallivants around the city while you're left with whatever crumbs he leaves behind. Most people do not even know that you exist, Quill. All you hold unto are the promises your father made to you when you were five!” “Olivia….” his voice broke. “What's the point in being the girlfriend to the first son of the wealthiest family in the whole of Rosemont when you can barely even buy a pen without being questioned?” Quill reached out for her hand. His heart ached from the betrayal but the sweet young man couldn't ignore the fact that he loved his woman. And plus? She acted that way out of the pain she felt, didn't she? “Olivia, I love you and you know it. I promise, I'll fix things. Uncle Harrison just needs some more time and I'll have my place as the heir.” Olivia heaved a sigh. “You came to inform me about your marriage? Didn't you?” “How did you know?” He asked, shocked. “Uncle Harrison informed the press about your marriage before you knew about it,” she answered. Quill still held her hand in his. “Olivia I promise. I'll make things right. But cheating on me with– with that man isn't the right thing to do. We could have sorted this out some other way.” Count it as a blessing,” she said, pulling her hand away. “You're marrying Priscilla Wade. A beautiful, powerful woman desired by half the men in this city.” Her lips curled. “Your uncle probably arranged it to increase the White family's influence.” She shrugged. “But look at the bright side. Maybe she'll fall in love with your calm personality. And if she's generous enough, she might even help you reclaim your position as heir.” Olivia turned toward the bedroom. “You get your life back…” She glanced at him one last time. “And I get mine.” “Far away from you.” Olivia walked back into the bedroom, leaving Quill standing alone in the living room. A moment later, laughter echoed from behind the door. Quill wiped his tears slowly. Outside, his phone buzzed. BREAKING NEWS: Heir of the White family to marry Priscilla Wade tonight. ……….