Chapter 2 Life Obligations

"I will do no such thing, if Cecelia is the one meant to marry such a poor man then let her go ahead, I won't marry such a man on behalf of her", Rebecca said angrily. This man wasn't even her biological father yet he wanted to marry her off to some broke guy. "You can leave if you don't want to accept it, I'll find another person and give them the money, but don't come running back when Milan kicks the bucket", Philip said with a dark chuckle as he stared at Rebecca.

He was right, if she loses this opportunity that's the end, there's no one out there that's willing to help her or without an exchange of something, and marrying this man couldn't be that bad, could it? "Can I have some whiskey?", She suddenly asked as Philip chuckled, taking a glass as he poured her a shot. Rebecca took it as she downed it in a blink of an eye. If she wanted to think straight this was the only way. "I'll do it, but before I do it, can you start mom's operation? I don't want her to be here and see me getting married to a man I know absolutely nothing about", Rebecca said as Philip nodded in understanding. "Now you're talking like a true business woman. The wedding will be held tomorrow, since your sister was supposed to attend. You'll go in her place. Don't make a fuss when you do it's just a small wedding, would I even call it a wedding? It's just signing of the marriage papers then you'll move in with Kilian", Philip said as she could only nod, she didn't have a say in this she just had to obey and her mom would be perfectly fine, that was her top priority. "Good, I'm heading upstairs, my assistant would take you to pick a dress, and when you get home your mom would have been transferred to a hospital", Philip said standing up as he glanced at the bottle of whiskey in front of them. "You can as well finish that up", he said as he strode away heading towards the stairs. Rebecca sighed as she slumped into her chair weakly. She released the breath that she never knew she was holding. Well she's getting married, she said trying to convince herself that she was going to be fine but she wasn't too sure about that. Soon a lady dressed in a cooperate suit and short burgundy coloured hair walked downstairs, her make-up was messed up and she looked like someone who just did some vulgar act before coming down, it irritated the snot out of Rebecca but she just put in a polite smile. "You must be Rebecca, aren't you?" Ann, Philip's personal assistant said as she ran her gaze from the top of Rebecca's head down to her shoe as she scrunched up her nose in irritation. "Uh yes I am, you're his assistant?" Rebecca asked the lady slightly nervous by her scrutinizing gaze but Ann just chose to be mean. "Isn't that obvious already? anyway, let's go", Ann said as she walked ahead of Rebecca who had no choice but to follow her. As we got to a large boutique, Rebecca suddenly felt nervous and out of place, her clothes are either from thrift stores and her mom's old clothes so she never really had a proper taste in clothes. As Ann stepped in, two of the staff walked in to greet her. "Good day ma'am, you can browse through the dresses you would like in our store, then we'll pick out a wedding dress for you", One of the staff approached Rebecca as she spoke calmly. Rebecca wanted to get out of the whole scrutinizing party so she nodded. The second staff escorted her as she picked a few things she liked, finally she selected a simple wedding dress that hugged her curves with flower embroidery in it. Getting back home, she was so tired as she dropped her shopping bags on the couch stretching out her tired lumps, the house was awfully quiet which wasn't really a surprise she had been used to the silence for years now. She walked up to her mother's room taking off her hair that was pulled in a ponytail as it fell over her shoulders softly, as she opened the door expecting to see her mother's pale feets, she saw nothing, she quickly opened it only to see her mother wasn't there it seemed as if she had been done for long due to how cold the bed was. Her mother couldn't walk, so who took such an old lady? Rebecca asked herself until she remembered Philip's words. They had already come to take her, he had always been a dominant and selfish person and she couldn't blame him, she sighed as she left the room, she took the things to her room as she packed her belongings, leaving behind the old tattered clothes but taking her important things. As she showered hopping into bed, she couldn't wait to see what life had in store for her the next day.