Becoming Mrs Astor
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Chapter 6 SIX img
Chapter 7 SEVEN img
Chapter 8 EIGHT img
Chapter 9 NINE img
Chapter 10 TEN img
Chapter 11 ELEVEN img
Chapter 12 TWELVE img
Chapter 13 THIRTEEN img
Chapter 14 FOURTEEN img
Chapter 15 FIFTEEN img
Chapter 16 SIXTEEN img
Chapter 17 SEVENTEEN img
Chapter 18 EIGHTEEN img
Chapter 19 NINETEEN img
Chapter 20 TWENTY img
Chapter 21 TWENTY ONE img
Chapter 22 TWENTY TWO img
Chapter 23 TWENTY THREE img
Chapter 24 TWENTY FOUR img
Chapter 25 TWENTY FIVE img
Chapter 26 TWENTY SIX img
Chapter 27 TWENTY SEVEN img
Chapter 28 TWENTY EIGHT img
Chapter 29 TWENTY NINE img
Chapter 30 THIRTY img
Chapter 31 THIRTY ONE img
Chapter 32 THIRTY TWO img
Chapter 33 THIRTY THREE img
Chapter 34 THIRTY FOUR img
Chapter 35 THIRTY FIVE img
Chapter 36 THIRTY SIX img
Chapter 37 THIRTY SEVEN img
Chapter 38 THIRTY EIGHT img
Chapter 39 THIRTY NINE img
Chapter 40 FORTY img
Chapter 41 FORTY ONE img
Chapter 42 FORTY TWO img
Chapter 43 FORTY THREE img
Chapter 44 FORTY FOUR img
Chapter 45 FORTY FIVE img
Chapter 46 FORTY SIX img
Chapter 47 FORTY SEVEN img
Chapter 48 FORTY EIGHT img
Chapter 49 FORTY NINE img
Chapter 50 FIFTY img
Chapter 51 FIFTY ONE img
Chapter 52 FIFTY TWO img
Chapter 53 FIFTY THREE img
Chapter 54 FIFTY FOUR img
Chapter 55 FIFTY FIVE img
Chapter 56 FIFTY SIX img
Chapter 57 FIFTY SEVEN img
Chapter 58 FIFTY EIGHT img
Chapter 59 FIFTY NINE img
Chapter 60 SIXTY img
Chapter 61 SIXTY ONE img
Chapter 62 SIXTY TWO img
Chapter 63 SIXTY THREE img
Chapter 64 SIXTY FOUR img
Chapter 65 SIXTY FIVE img
Chapter 66 SIXTY SIX img
Chapter 67 SIXTY SEVEN img
Chapter 68 SIXTY EIGHT img
Chapter 69 SIXTY NINE img
Chapter 70 SEVENTY img
Chapter 71 SEVENTY ONE img
Chapter 72 SEVENTY TWO img
Chapter 73 SEVENTY THREE img
Chapter 74 SEVENTY FOUR img
Chapter 75 SEVENTY FIVE img
Chapter 76 SEVENTY SIX img
Chapter 77 SEVENTY SEVEN img
Chapter 78 SEVENTY EIGHT img
Chapter 79 SEVENTY NINE img
Chapter 80 EIGHTY img
Chapter 81 EIGHTY ONE img
Chapter 82 EIGHTY TWO img
Chapter 83 EIGHTY THREE img
Chapter 84 EIGHTY FOUR img
Chapter 85 EIGHTY FIVE img
Chapter 86 EIGHTY SIX img
Chapter 87 EIGHTY SEVEN img
Chapter 88 EIGHTY EIGHT img
Chapter 89 EIGHTY NINE img
Chapter 90 NINETY img
Chapter 91 NINETY ONE img
Chapter 92 NINETY TWO img
Chapter 93 NINETY THREE img
Chapter 94 NINETY FOUR img
Chapter 95 NINETY FIVE img
Chapter 96 NINETY SIX img
Chapter 97 NINETY SEVEN img
Chapter 98 NINETY EIGHT img
Chapter 99 NINETY NINE img
Chapter 100 ONE HUNDRED img
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Chapter 2 TWO

CHAPTER 2

ABRAM'S POV

My father took off his glasses as if they hindered his hearing.

"What?"

"I said no, Dad."

"No what?"

"No, I'm not going to marry Patricia."

He frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose. My mother rubbed his shoulder and shot daggers at me.

"But we've talked about this, honey." She finally spoke when my father maintained his silence.

"No we haven't. You talked and I listened, now I'm talking, and I'm saying I am not going to marry Patricia."

"But why? She's such a lovely girl, she-"

"This is how you spoilt him, talking to him as though he has a say. Look, boy, it's final. You're going to-"

I chuckled coolly. "I'm not going to."

"Abram-"

"Dad, I never go against your instructions, I've done everything you've asked me to regardless of how tough it was, but you see this one? Not gonna happen. That's all."

I rose from the sofa and left before anyone could say anything else. This wasn't going to be the last of it, I knew that much, but I needed to end this conversation on a note that seemed like victory.

Once I was out of the building and walking toward the garage, I let out a heavy breath. I think I handled that well, I said to myself, smiling wryly. They wanted me to marry Patricia. She was alright, I guess... most guys would be privileged to wife her, but not only was I not most guys, I did not feel a shred of attraction towards her. She, on the other hand, would walk through fire if I asked her to. This made her seem all the more unappealing to me. I once read somewhere that men are hunters and I couldn't agree more. I liked a challenge, and Patricia being ready to only live at my beck and call was such a huge turn off.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I fished it out to see what the notification was. A text from Mark.

"How'd it go?"

I smiled. Perfect timing. As I got into the driver's seat of my car, I dialled him up.

"Whew. Bro, it was not easy, I'll tell you that." I said once the call connected.

"You told them no? How'd they take it?"

"My father is still processing the fact that I told him no." I laughed while I drove down toward the front entrance.

Mark laughed. "Well, it was long overdue my guy. Today, you become a man."

"Look at this guy. You just turned twenty one. Can you drink alcohol yet?"

"Hey, I might be younger but, you're not a man until your dad sees you as a disappointment."

I laughed.

"Hey, party's tonight bro. Can you make it?"

I sighed. "I mean, I'll feel like a real dick if I tell you no one more time..."

"Yeah, that'll be a real dick move."

"And I'm feeling kind of good now."

"So that's a yes. Fuck yes."

I laughed. "I'm coming to your place now. Put something in the freezer."

"You got it, boss."

The party was grooving, at least I suppose it was... everybody looked like they were having fun. This sort of thing was never really my vibe; I was only here because Mark all but went on his knees to beg me, and then I was riding off the high I got from defying my father. Mark threw this party in honour of his twenty-first birthday; I had no reason to miss it actually.

"Lighten up, man." Mark screamed into my ear to get his words in over the booming music. "Get some drinks. Dance with some chicks. Have fun."

I rolled my eyes despite knowing fully well that he would not see the gesture. Two girls looking in our direction caught my eye. When I looked back at them, they averted their gazes quickly.

"You're scaring the ladies, man." Mark laughed. "Just get up and dance."

Just to get him to stop trying to persuade me, I nodded and raised my hands in mock surrender.

"Okay, okay. I'm going to get a drink."

"That's the spirit." He slapped my shoulder and danced away.

Slowly, I got up from where I was sitting and began navigating my way through the crammed bodies. Even then, I could not believe I was in a place like this, dancing with people that would never get to see me in real life otherwise. Thankfully, the lights were low, and one had to deliberately peer into my face to be able to recognise me.

"I'll take uh-" I started to talk to the bartendar when someone bumped into me, spilling some drops of his drink on me.

"Sorry, man." He apologized drunkenly.

I swallowed my heightened irritation as he walked away, drink in hand with the other arm around a girl's shoulder. What exactly did these lowlifes enjoy from such gatherings? I felt bad as soon as I had the thought. Was Mark a lowlife? It was funny how my closest friend happened to not be from the type of aristocratic background as me... well I guess that's why he was my in the first place, everybody is a snake where I'm from. Mark was a real one.

"Sorry about that, sir." The bartendar's voice took my gaze away from their backs. That was when I realized it was a woman, a very pretty woman dressed in a shirt that did little to shield her cleavage from prying eyes. I smiled when I realized Mark must have handpicked her himself to drive guys towards the bar to buy drinks in an attempt to hit on her, in return, she would not only get a fat check, but lots of tips from these horny losers.

"Here." She offered me a towel to clean myself.

I took it and asked her to make me something strong, something that could get me to dance a little.

"Feeling shy?" She smiled flirtatiously at me.

"No," I replied. "Just not in the mood."

"So why are you here?" She asked some seconds later and pushed a glass toward me.

"I'm wondering the same thing." I said before gulping down the potent liquid.

"Aha! I got you!" Mark's voice came from behind me. I turned to see him with two girls at his side. They flashed me big smiles. They looked very much alike.

"I wasn't running, Mark, I told you I was going to get a drink."

"Yes, you did, but I don't trust you to have fun, so I took the responsibility upon myself to bring the party to you."

I exhaled loudly, much to the amusement of the escorts.

"So, girls, this is my best man, Abram." Their faces had fresh smiles now there was an official introduction. "Abram, meet uh..."

"Shelly." The less attractive one took a step forward and came to my side, her hand going straight to my thigh.

"Shirley." The other one presented herself in like manner.

It was all too amusing for me. Apart from the fact that I had A LOT on my mind, Mark knew I would never get in bed with hookers, but he always tried to get me to bend my rules. He always said a man hadn't had the entire male experience until he had bedded a prostitute. Crazy philosophy but that was just Mark.

"Shelly and Shirley, huh?" They giggled. "Twins?" I asked them. More specifically, I asked Shirley.

"Yes."

I glanced at Mark who had a large, mischievious smile plastered on his face. Twins. Oh boy, I might just do it this one time.

"I'm gonna leave you guys to get acquianted now." He said and as he spoke, his gaze fell on something or someone. "Is that... Uh-oh."

I followed his eyes and saw her.

Anya King.

"Mark? Is that?" I was in denial.

"Yep."

"What the fuck is she doing here?"

"I dunno man. She came to party?"

Shelly and Shirley maintained professional composure while I had a mild crashout.

"Mark," I was on my feet now. "Why the fuck would you invite me for a party Anya is attending?"

"Relax, man. I didn't invite her; someone I invited must have done that. But it's all cool. You can just act like-"

I didn't wait around for him to finish before I started walking away, in search of an exit or a private room or something. Anya King would not see me in a place like this. Absolutely not. By the time I stood up, she had disappeared into the crowd and I did not realize I was dragging Shirley along as I waded through the crowd. When I looked back at her, I saw through the dim lighting, an expression that resembled fear on her face. I smiled.

"You don't usually do this without Shelly, huh?"

She shook her head.

"Well, go get her. I wonder why she stopped. Meet me over there." I pointed at a less crowded section of the club.

"Abram!" I heard the voice I was dreading call out to me over the music. I turned to face her. Anya King. My arch nemesis.

"Anya!" I forced the fakest smile unto my face but I doubt she even saw it with the lighting. "I never imagine I would see you in a place like this."

"Likewise." She was standing on her toes and shouting into my ear so I could hear her. "Can we talk?"

What is happening tonight? Seeing her here was strange enough, saluting her was a forced formality, but she wanted to have a conversation with me?

"Talk?"

She grabbed my arm and led me through the crowd to a more quiet place. I still didn't understand what was happening.

"Okay, so-"

"What the hell is going on?" I snatched my wrist out of her hold.

"We need to get married."

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