A billion-dollar contract marriage She sat on the out-of-use vehicle seat close to the wall fencing the institute.The proprietress saw she was looking glum, and went and perched on the seat " Why are you looking glum?" she asked her. "Laila. You are pretending. Let me know what's it." she said. "Ma." Laila hissed. "Nothing much."Alone again, she reflected on what happened at home and if she could still endure. Enduring depends on if she does not see me as a useless daughter-in-law. Suzie, as she rightly feared, had made it compulsory to give her the task of dishwashing after howling insults at her, all to frustrate her to leave the house because she does not belong to the MacGregor family.She stood too close in her way as she was returning from the institute and was about to enter the staircase in the downstairs living room Suzie called her "' Gold digger!" and made a mockery reference of to her fashion and designing skill acquisition.She paused, wanted to act, but jumped over
Terms of the contract "A contract marriage. For you and my son!""True!?" Laila's eyes glittered than ever " I am interested." she gasped out."Then, sit down." Mrs Gladys told her. She sat too and proceeded to tell her the terms. It was a solemn meeting. She was damningly serious, "My husband is late." she told LailaLaila nodded." He left a Will for our only son. Her two elder sisters included in their father's Will have had their Wills executed. " She told Laila what the two daughters do now"They are CEOs and are doing fine but Nick Neil, my only son, has a condition attached to his. His dad willed he must marry and have a child before the Will will be executed."Laila smiled with a furrowed brow."How old?" she asked"Twenty-six"She did a rough calculation."So. Would you go for it? Marry him, give us a child, and have your one billion dollars?""He didn't want to marry?" Laila wanted to know for knowing sake. She was in for it already." Very Good. Listen. I have to tell you wh
Contracted At The Registry She has too much work to do to get a cash-out of one billion dollars. Nick Neil was a playboy, a parole breaker. And in the cell, each time he was back, he re-occupied his position as the Marshall. Above all, he was generous with money. He spent it on warders and inmates and he had boys outside who had served their terms.Mrs Glady came out of the kitchen and chided him."Nick, you could not toast your wife. Oh. What a shy guy."He grinned and made hmm. "O-Okayy."He heaved up, crossing over to Laila, he was bending this way and that way.That was his happy moment style, bending-walking. Laila shivered.The marriage was contracted at the registry like a full-time marriage. So, no ohhh leave me.Not letting Laila a second of freedom, he carried her full breast with both hands, her nipple in his mouth, enjoying Laila's twistings. She was gripping the burglary rods behind, pleading. "Neil, sex me, please, please!"He told her to naked herself and stand with
"He will soon be back, Okay?" Mrs Gladys pacifies Laila. " He has spoken to me that he regretted what happened," she told her. " Liven up your spirit, here is money, shop anything you want with it"She persuaded her to go on a shopping spree and placed a huge envelope on her vanity table."Oh, Gosh!" Laila waved her head, her plan messed up?Cash out, establish, and reunite with David. She took another gaze at her face in the mirror and picked up the envelope, powered the car thinking when David would be back. It seemed the scales fell off her eyes. She did not go into the marriage to cash out and return to David's home before he came backShe wanted the money. She wanted to establish herself with it and by any means return to David to prove to his people she was not a gold-digger.She had called him before the marriage. His line did not go." If this bastard comes out as the Mom said, a few sexes, I am pregnant, to soon cash out," she said with perfect trust in her fertility.The
Contract marriage or not, does a wife have a choice when to be sexed by her husband? It was the poser Mr. Gladys kept asking Laila when Nick Neil tells her of Laila." Mo-mom...sh-she clo-closes her legs.""Stop that nonsense!" Mrs Gladys had barked at him on the phone." She-she" she mimicked him." A man as you, she closes legs. Listen," she told him, "if you don't impregnate her, no execution of your Will, okay?"The third time, she asked her, Laila " Don't be the reason we will not have the baby. Or you don't want money?"" Ma. It is not in the cell. The heir to the Neils' estate to be born in the cell?"" Does it matter to you? Yours is give us a child and go." She cut the line. She has to comply or rot in the cell, so did Mrs. Gladys stamp her word.Dr. Green, the owner of ADDAS came to the office. It had come to his knowledge from a friend who was shopping when Laila was manhandled for stealing and the action of the police.Outrightly, he was displeased at the chaos in his busi
What money cannot do, more money can do it It was not up to two hours after Dr. Pat left for Mason City that news came that he had been shot dead while standing at the City's medium prison gate.In Lincoln, CEO David was back. He had raised Atlas Corp as one of the notable manufacturers of potent medicines, and medical laboratory equipment, entered into an MOU with Nickel One in Namibia, and sent pitches to five heads of countries after attending an FAO meeting in Milan where he presented a paper on how to make food sufficient for the third world countries: The third world countries with arable lands could, with their government's involvement, form cooperatives in each constituency. The children of the third world need education, food, and water, and the huge population is mainly peasant farmers. They need a drastic modern farming system to meet their obligations. Using Rice farmer's cooperatives, as a case study, each cooperative farmland will be irrigated, powered by cheap energy
It was 7:00 a.m. local time. Two men broke a car's glasses. Nobody knew where they came from. They broke another, broke another car and they were not mad. People rushed out to challenge them. "In this Mason City?" A man rushed one with an uppercut, he stagger with the pain. Another upper cut, another, from all sides, they rushed two of them. Dammit! He gave one of his attackers head boot. The police car screeched. They were in cuffs. From the court, they got a prison remand and smiled.DBD had never been to prison before. Now, he has gone to prison by choice. Yes by choice. Work and spend the money or stay in the yard, playing snooker. He is a perfect job man. When one had committed crime many times and had never been to jail, what is he? Teng was a retired police officer. Retired, not by age. Something happened and he resigned.But within the five years he served his fatherland in Malaysia, he was about to destroy the fatherland.They kept their ears to the ground. The Ci
Something is impossible but Nothing is impossible. It all depends on who are the actors, and how much are you willing to pay.The two allejos understood the power of Nick as the Marshal was money. Money. Money. Apart from that, they don't think he could survive the survival-of-the-fittest life in the cell much less being the Marshal.But they have to know him more and the oddity why his mother arranged a wife for him in the prison yard.The prison bell rang. Five minutes later, two prison officers came and opened the door and all the awaiting trial men of the J-One came out.Teng trespassed to the window of the next cell.The Marshal of the cell was hanging at the window, his nose, and forehead resting against the rod of the window.A coincidence. Both of them knew each other.Restricted to exclaim, Teng whispered"You're here!?"The guy, the way he gripped the iron bars, and shook himself, he wanted to fly out and hug Teng."What happened?""Mehhnnn ...""Man-U!" "My guy! Na so."