Contract Marriage; Fated Love

The chief physician concealed a smile and heaved a sigh of relief inwardly. He praised fate and nature who had sent Mr. Joshua at that time. Mr. Joshua narrowed his eyes and saw the file in Noah and the physician’s hands. He had come just in time. He strode towards them and held the file too. He glanced at the physician who looked like blood was drained from his body.

“Sir…” he stammered and let go of the file.

Noah acted like he was oblivious of his father’s presence. He held unto the file and didn’t even spare his father a glance.

“Leave it, Noah.”

Noah didn’t buldge.

“Why are you still holding this file?”

Noah gave the physician a glance and he bowed and left the office instantly. It was when the physician left that Noah found his tongue. He had a reticent nature and didn’t want anyone to know the kind of relationship he had with his father.

“Why can’t I have this file, father?”

“Noah, leave this. Don’t you dare challenge me.”

Noah held the file strongly and his father pulled at it. Noah guessed his plan. He wanted to shred it. Noah left the file for his father and walked out of the office. He was going to try out another approach.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Seated in his car, he took a deep breath and gulped down the bottle of water he kept in his car.

“Mum, I will surely find out what happened. I promise,” he said and turned on his car ignition.

He drove to the villa where Benny Jones stayed. He opened the door and he was greeted with a kiss. He frowned his face. He wasn’t used to feminine touch and rebuffed it immediately.

“Benny?”

“I’m sorry.”

Naoh walked passed her and went into the house. Benny served dinner herself and they ate. While at dinner, Benny tried all she could to get Noah to talk to her but he wasn’t interested in talking to her.

“Did something happen at work?”

“Yes,” Noah answered and said no more.

She tried getting him to talk all to no avail. His failure that day really provoked him.

“President Noah,” she called trying to act coquettish. She rubbed her head on his chest like a kitten and smiled coyly at him.

“Common Benny, I will get married to you soon, and we will have all the time to ourselves,” Noah answered guessing her intentions correctly.

“But, we have done this before.”

“Yes, I know. I promise, I will hasten up with the marriage and you will have me all to yourself.”

She still kept her hands on Noah. He let her lean on him until she was satisfied. Her clothes were sexy and attractive. Her cleavage was clearly visible, enticing and inviting but surprisingly, he wasn’t moved. Probably because he was worried and angry.

When she had leaned on him to her fill, he kissed her forehead and bade her goodbye.

Benny was smiling as she sorted through varieties of clothes. They were all the latest designs and were very costly. She was so happy to be shopping in the best boutique.

She heard a familiar voice say,

“Look around properly. Colour black is preferable. It will be there. It’s the latest designs.”

She turned and spotted Tessy Clinton.

They had always been rivals right from time. Tessy was from a higher class than hers and Tessy, who was very proud treated every one as trivial. She had no regard for anyone who wasn’t in her social status. Back then in high school, a lot of girls had wanted to hang out with her and be in her clique but she snubbed them all. Benny was also among them. She had even told Benny at some point that she wasn’t in the same class with her and they couldn’t compare or compete financially. Benny had been so hurt then. The clothes and shoes Benny wore were nothing compared to Tessy’s. That made Tessy despise her further and she in turn felt more inferior.

Now, she was in the same boutique with her. She was finally in the most famous store. She walked towards her and pretended to be looking for bags.

“Hi, Tessy!”

Tessy turned to see who it was. She had expected it to be one of her friends from her clique. She was flabbergasted to see Benny.

“Benny? What could she be doing in this store? Did she escort someone?” she wondered.

“Hi! Tessy, are you here to shop? We could make choices together,” Benny parroted trying to emphasize the fact that she had come to shop too.

Tessy couldn’t hide her surprise.

“You, shop? Or did you escort someone? Or are you a maid somewhere?”

“Madam, the black one is here. Do I pick it for you?” Tessy’s servant called out to her interrupting her taunts.

“Yes, do so quickly.”

“Well, just watch me pick the things I want. I shop here right now,” Benny returned and turned around to continue her shopping.

They both stumbled on each other again at the area for wedding dresses.

“Is Benny getting married to some rich guy?” Tessy couldn’t help but wonder.

She couldn’t imagine herself buying a wedding dress from the same store with someone who didn’t match up to her. She turned to her servant and said,

“Never mind. I will wear a customised dress. These ones here are not up to my taste. Let’s go.”

Customized wedding dresses?

That was a brilliant idea. If Tessy could get one, she too could. She never wanted to feel inferior any more. She was going to hurry and tell Noah that she wanted a customised wedding dress. And she will definitely make sure to choose something that has not been seen anywhere. She must outshine Tessy.

“It’s fine. I will do that for you. I will contact the designers,” was Noah’s answer when she told him she wanted a customised wedding dress.

“This isn’t nice. I want something better.”

“Not this. It’s too simple.”

“It isn’t fabulous. It needs more touch up.”

Benny had a negative comment for every proposed design of the wedding dress Donmack designers came up with. She felt Tessy, her competitor would wear something better.

After series of trials and rejected works, Donmack designers, the most famous designers in the country decided to implore the aid of a famous designer. It couldn’t be in record that they failed to satisfy a customer, talk more of the fiancée of the CEO of Blackwood Towers.

The question tabled before them was this:

“Which famous designer should they call to? Who was going to do this job as desired by the insatiable bride to be?