Lonely Bride

You must be thinking about what is in the will, right?

Well, he has given a significant amount to my grandmother to live her life peacefully, and this mansion is hers now.

And everything changed.

Same; he gives a good amount to my father and gives him some other property as well.

Now he gives the rest of the empire to me. I am the sole owner of this, but I am not ready to take care of my empire. So Mr. Morris Hudson’s company, Hudson Inc., will take care of that business.

It stated more…

Once she turns eighteen, she will get married to Mr. Sean Hudson.

If Miss Sarah Rose Williams denies this arrangement, then this entire property goes to a charity, including Mrs. Rose Williams and Matt Williams’s shares, along with a 51% share of Hudson Inc.

I looked at my father, and he looked calm, as if he did not care. I know why he would care, as he has his properties and his own business, so he does not care about this. But what about my grandmother? How will she survive? I cannot trust my father in this. What if he does not take care of my grandmother?

I looked at the other three, including my grandmother. They were all smiling as if nothing had happened, and I saw the other gentleman. His name is Sean Hudson, and he was fuming in anger.

Well, dude, feelings are mutual, at least in this situation.

The lady in her 40s got up and came to me, hugged me, and said, “Hi sweetheart, I am Jennifer; I am Sean’s mother”. I do not know what to do or say, so I just nod hello.

My head was hurting, and my palm was sweating. I do not know what to do or say, so I kept on sitting there doing nothing, looking at my feet.

After some time, the lawyer left, and now we are all here.

My heartbeat was drumming, and I was profusely sweating. I could not stop to clean my palm from the clothes am wearing and water was the only need I was having right now.

“I do not agree with this arrangement.” I hear his voice, and I look up at my savior.

His voice is thick and the command he held in the voice had a power to prove his points.

A sudden relief rush into my veins and my eyes twinkle in unshed tears of happiness.

“She is a kid, and you guys want her to marry?”

‘Well, he is right!’ My mind says. Thank God at least someone here has a brain in this room. However, am not a particular child but off course I am ok to be called a child right now to get out of this situation.

“18 years old is not a kid, I guess.” The first time my dad spoke.

‘Wow, first time that to not right. My innocent eyes were looking at him, thinking why can’t he see me front of his eyes? Is love that strong emotion? Is he really hate me because he used to love my mother so much and now, he thinks she isn’t around because of me?’

“She is not 18 yet,” my saviour again said.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

My chain of thoughts broken hearing the authority voice with little pitch higher this time.

“Tomorrow she is turning 18,” my dad said.

‘Oh, so he remembers my birthday?’ I felt hopeful, but again, reality hit me hard. He remembers the death of my mother. How can I forget that? I smile, shaking my head a little.

It seems like my dad is so eager to get rid of me. And of course, why not? That is what he wanted for so long.

I was looking down and listening to their bickering.

“However, eighteen is not the age of marriage, and we have a six-year age gap. And I do not want to take care of the child.” He again fumed.

“Then let it go with your 51% of shares.” My father spoke.

I could not ignore the smirk he had on his face.

“I would gladly, Mr. William,” saying that he had left the room.

I was still fighting with my inner self about what to do. And my grandmother spoke, “Sweetheart, do not worry about anything. If you do not want this arrangement, there is no pressure, and you do not have to worry about me.”

I look back at my father, and his glaring competition is on.

I again look down. Now I cannot breathe; this is all too much for me. I need fresh air to clear my mind.

I got up and said, “Excuse me,” saying I started walking but stopped hearing a voice.

I looked back at the owner of the voice, and it was Mr. Devis Hudson.

He came to me and said, “I know, dear, it is too much for you, but trust me, Sean is not that bad. He has never disappointed us as a son and grandson, and I know he will be a great husband. And do not worry about him; I will speak to him,” he says lovingly.

His voice held promise and reassurance about my good future but my thoughts were haywire to understand anything such.

I nodded in agreement and left the room.

I went to the garden, looked up at my mama, tears pooled in my eyes as I spoke. “Mama, look what is happening with me. I never thought Grandpa would do this to me. Mama, why can’t I come to you? Mama, please call me Mama, please. I do not want this, please.” I cry my heart out for hours.

I do not know after how long I felt a little better, as I went to my room and directly fell asleep in my bed. I was feeling a hell of tired because of this mental pressure. This wasn’t only pressure but I felt it will become a trauma for me.

And see, today I am here. Happily Married.