My One And Only

“I’m not taking a no for an answer, Kian Wilson. You will go to the party and then return. It’s that simple.”

Valeria Wilson said, taking a little sip from the red wine flute, eyeing her nephew, expecting an immediate yes from his side.

Kian groaned in frustration. That was the only thing he might be hating all his life.

‘Parties’, were something he hated the most. And he had a valid reason for it which he did not feel ready to share with anyone yet.

“Valeria are you trying to kill me??”

He asked, placing both his hands on his chest exactly where his heart lied, faking pain in his facial expressions.

“No. Why would I even dare to? You are my only living heir.”

Valeria scoffed tasting the wine, trying to figure out the details of its taste with her tongue.

“So is that what you only care about? Me taking over your late husband’s legacy?”

“Is it not fair after I raised you for so long and not expect that in return?”

His aunt questioned him, raising an eyebrow. He sighed, giving up.

It was always useless to get into an argument with his aunt and consider it off winning it which would be his dream come true if he ever did in the future as for tonight, he could not win it.

Valeria Wilson, wife of late George Wilson, heir to the multi-billion dollar oil company.

After his untimely death, all his wealth and accomplishments were named after his beloved wife whom he loved with everything he had.

But they had no heir of their own and after her husband’s death, she did not want to go back and pursue love again for what she had with him was enough to last her for the entirety of her life.

So she adopted her elder sister’s son after her death due to the cruelty of the vile world and raised him as her own.

Twenty years later, he had been running the business with such an expertise and had led the empire to one of the highest peaks of its time.

But to her dismay, Kian was a loner. He always had been ever since he was a boy. She had tried hard to get him out of his hard shell but he just would not oblige.

And it was time that he must settle in his life. He was already thirty and two and she expected him to find a wife sooner by then than later but the man was not really taking that fact of life seriously.

Her husband, George, he was like that too as she recalled from what she heard from his late grandparents.

If only if he had listened to them and married a little quicker, maybe they would have had a child of their own… because he died a year after their marriage leaving her broken and miserable.

Kian resembled him… so much. He too avoided the small gatherings of the rich associates leaving them to her task of operation.

But this time, she had decided to let him be in charge of it. Who knew if he met the girl who would change his mind for a change?

It was then in that faithful evening, he had left for the small gathering at the Harringtons. He had been doing business with them for quite a few years now.

It was another boring party. Everyone greeted him with respect and admiration. Josh Harrington was just so pleased to have him there for Kian Wilson rarely visited in events like this.

But then the calm, silently boring environment changed when the blonde-headed young woman dashed in through the hall, claiming the host of the party her fiance.

He would not lie and say he had not noticed from before. He mistakenly had laid his eyes upon such rare beauty, standing by the entrance, running her eyes around as if searching for someone amid all the people.

He had heard from the small gossip that she was the daughter of some rich parents who died and lost all their fortune leaving the poor girl totally dependant on her promised fiance.

So he had gotten the hang of how the story went. From what he saw, she was the straight-up example of a damsel in distress and he hated such women with all his might who waited for others to help them.

He liked someone with a strong personality and who was able to defend themselves without anyone’s help.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Still, he could not help but feel bad for her when he heard how painfully she mouthed how he ruined her life for good. The words came out from her crying mouth with so much agony and misery.

But he could not blame Josh Harrington either because if he analyzed the situation logically, getting tied in a loveless contractual marriage was the worst for both him and her.

The party went back to its previous state right after she left with a bottle full of vodka, destroying the bar counter out of extreme anger and fury shocking everyone sealing their theory of how crazy she was.

Even Kian was taken aback when she slapped the woman standing next to her ex-fiance because she looked the type who would bear all the worst and cry, running away.

She proved him wrong at that and what Josh next did by slapping a woman made him look at him differently than before.

But it was better not to bring in his personal judgment on the business world.

The helpless girl stumbled backwards, running her palm over her right cheek where Josh just slapped her.

She would have almost lost her balance if he had not walked forward in that very moment of time and held her upright, his hands firmly holding both of her shoulders as her addictive feminine smell hit his nose.

Right after that, he too decided to leave. It was one of the most interesting parties he had ever attended. He did not bother to bid farewell to the host of the party anymore.