Chapter 1 Find a woman..

"Son, you have only but two options here, find a girl, marry her and bring her to my fiftieth birthday party or else you leave me no other choice than to will all my properties to my younger brother, your dearest uncle."

Ethan knew very well that what his father had just told him was more than a threat. He didn't care about the family business and all of his dad's properties but hearing him say he would will all the properties to the man whom he hated the most, hit him real hard. His dad knew very well, how much he hated his uncle and that was the reason he used his uncle against him. Though he did not know why he hated him that much.

"Dad are you being serious right now? Why would you give all your properties to that scum bag of an uncle? "I'd suggest you transferred them all to an orphanage rather than give it to that two faced liar of a man," he lashed out in anger.

"Mind you son, the man you are insulting is my blood brother, so I will not have you call him names in my presence. If you really hate him that much and if you cannot bear to see him take over the properties, you know what to do. It is all in your hands, now." Mr. Moore turned to leave.

"But dad I am still twenty four years of age, don't you think it's too early for me to get entangled in a long term involvement. I still need to enjoy my youth days, besides marriage is a relationship that needs more than enough time," Ethan said, hoping he could change his father's mind.

"Twenty four and you think you are too young to get married. For your information son, I married your mother at the age of twenty five. My fiftieth birthday is coming up on the eighteenth December of next year and we are still in the third month of this year, so there are still more than enough months for you to enjoy your youth," he said and walked away quickly.

Obviously, he didn't want to hear anymore of Dan's complaints.

"No way dad, I do not want to get married, I am still enjoying the title of being the most handsome rich bachelor," Ethan muttered to himself, his face turning pale.

He pulled out his phone from the left pocket and dialed a number.

"Hey Clint," Ethan greeted the other caller.

"Ethan, what's up?"

"I need your help Clinton. I will be at your place in the next fifteen minutes, be ready, we will drop by a bar to get a drink," he said, keeping his voice down.

"I'll be waiting," Clinton said and hung up.

Ethan wiped his sweating hands and rushed into his room.

Not less than fifteen minutes later, Ethan's Peugeot pulled up in front of his friend's place. Clinton opened the car door and entered.

"Is there any bar around here?"

"Yes, there is one at the end of the Street. It was just recently launched and I heard that there are so many hot girls who linger around the bar," Clinton voiced out shamelessly.

"I have a very big dilemma to solve and all you are thinking about is making out. You've got to be kidding me, Clint." His gaze was solely focused on the car wheel.

"I didn't know your problem was that serious, sorry man," he apologized, tapping Ethan on his shoulder.

When they got to the bar, Ethan Packed his car at a conducive corner and they both alighted from the car, walking straight into the bar. The security at the doorstep bowed to them as they walked in. Ethan and Clinton both sat on the chairs far from others.

"So what's the problem?"

"My dad is really serious about the marriage stuff, he threatened to will everything to my uncle if I didn't bring my wife to his fiftieth birthday," Ethan's voice sounded unsteady.

"Why not get married then, there's no big deal."

"Sometimes I wonder if you are truly my friend or an enemy. You know how much I started to despise women ever since I found out about my uncle and my mom, mo.." Ethan paused, there was pain in his eyes, "most women do not deserve to be loved. My only business with them is to make them for fall me, then have their hearts shattered to pieces." He completed his sentence.

"Ethan you have broken enough hearts already, why don't you try moving on, you deserve to be happy. Your mom is dead and I'm sure she's paying for her crimes wherever she is. Stop punishing yourself and those innocent girls," Clinton tried reasoning with him.

"Innocent you say," he said in a mocking tone, "all the women I have dated are all like my mom, they only get glued to you for the money. Do not be deceived my friend, if not for my charms, I wouldn't have been able to make them fall into my trap."

"My mom is dead but my uncle is still alive. I don't think I will be able to move on, until I make him pay for cheating my dad and for having an affair with my mom behind closed doors," Ethan swore out the words one by one.

"So what are you going to do then concerning your father's blackmail?"

"I don't have any idea and that is the reason why you are here with me, so figure something out."

Both friends became silent, each thinking of a plan.

A barmaid walked towards them with the drinks they had ordered.

"Your drinks are ready," the barmaid said interrupting their thoughts.

"You could have just dropped it on the table and left without having to draw any attention to yourself," Ethan annoyingly and angrily scolded, he was passing out his frustration on her. x x x x x x x x x