Contract Marriage, Fated love

She stood at the door and listened again. Sure enough, the noise was coming from the room. She could hear their moans and ass slapping noises. She opened the door to meet an unwholesome and unholy sight. There, on the bed was her supposed finance, making out with a strange woman. They were so engrossed in the act that they failed to notice her presence.

"Harder baby," came the lady's moans.

Emily couldn't bear it any longer. She stamped her foot hard on the floor. That attracted their attention. Jayden gave her a look one would give a fly that fell into his food. They didn't even bother to cover up.

"What is wrong with you?" Jayden asked in anger.

"Really! Jayden?" Emily returned.

Finally, Jayden had the decency to put on his trousers. He flung the bed sheet at the lady indicating that she gets covered too.

"Can't you see you are interrupting us?" the lady on the bed asked. She was visibly angry to have her moment with the billionaire interrupted.

"Get out," Jayden said flatly.

"It is her who should get out and not me. I am your fiancée for goodness sake, Jayden," Emily fumed.

"Fiancée indeed," the lady sneered. "Who do you think you are? Some lowly pauper trying to get married to Jayden Mason? He might marry you but he will never love you. Know your place."

Emily turned to Jayden,

"Can't you show me some respect? Our wedding is in two days."

" So...." the lady began.

"...Shut your trap," Emily cut in. "You should be silent and ashamed of your silly self. Going around with just anyone."

"Jayden. She is bullying me!" the lady said, trying to act coquettish.

"Get out Emily," Jayden said again.

Emily was annoyed that Jayden had chosen to defend the lady and not her, his wife to be.

"I will no longer marry you," she stated firmly.

Jayde smiled. "You what? You wouldn't dare."

"Watch me do so," Emily responded.

"No one will marry you if I reject you. No one dares. Behave yourself and get out now while I am being nice or I will make you regret it," Jayden threatened.

Emily thought about his words and realised it was true. No one would dare to marry her if she were rejected by a man as powerful as Jayden Mason. She turned and walked out of the room. But she was determined not to go ahead with the marriage.

Emily hailed a taxi to take her home. She sat silently and tears rolled down her face. She was only a young girl of 21 years. Yet, fate had never smiled at her since she was born. Her parents despised her and she never knew peace at home. She had to work to fend for herself. Despite that,her family still wanted to use her to attain financial independence and abundance. They were determined to use her to the last drop of her blood. Her mother, father and sister were all guilty. None, not even one was left out. She was not in anyone's good books. Her crime and what she had done to deserve such ill treatment, she knew not.

"Here," the kind hearted driver offered her a tissue paper. It was then she realised she had been crying. She took the tissue and forced a smile.

"Thank you," she said politely. At least, one person had been nice to her today. If only her parents could also learn and be nice to her...

"We are here," the driver announced, jolting her from her thoughts. Emily took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. She was back to her hell of a home.

She opened the door and met three pairs of eyes, staring at her with extreme hostility.

"Good evening, mum and Dad," she greeted and tried to sneak off to her room.

The family were at the table having dinner. Her elder sister, Rose rolled her eyes at her.

"Why are you at home? You should be spending the night at the Mason's mansion," her mother, Olivia Grant, was quick to point out. She did not bother hiding the cruelty in her voice. She wanted to get rid of Emily at all costs.

"I am not getting married to him any longer," replied Emily.

"What!" Olivia and Rose screamed in unison.

"You must be joking. I will not let you ruin our chances in this family. You will not put us to shame. Yes. You won't. Hurry out now and go back to the Mason's family," Olivia said spitefully.

Emily didn't bulge. Olivia was surprised. Emily had always obeyed all her life.

"No mother. I am not getting married... "

Rose cut her short with a slap. "How dare you challenge our mother? Father?" Rose said, calling her father for help.

Mr Williams Harper looked on in silence. His heart bled a bit for Emily, his youngest daughter. Emily too called on her father. He was her last hope.

"Father, I can not marry Jayden. He will not treat me well," she cried.

"Treat you well indeed. You don't deserve any better, you good for nothing child," Olivia spat.

Emily's heart ached to hear these words from her own mother. She was used to it but each day's comment hit her differently. Begging her father was in vain. Although he had slight pity for her, his wife and her mother had influenced him greatly too. He looked at his wife and she flashed him a death glare. He opened his mouth and said to Emily,

"Emily, obey your mother. Go back to the Mason's family."

It was always the same old story. Always 'obey.' Emily had no say in that house. She went into her room in tears and anger.

Rose and her mother exchanged glances.

"Mum, she must go right? We can't lose much money and the chance to live a happy life. Think about the fame, the riches, the power and the happiness that follows. We can't let her go, right?" Rose asked.

"Definitely. She must get married. But she is proving stubborn. The wedding is in two days. And she must be in his house tonight. We can't make mistakes or they might change their mind. What do we do my dear child?" Olivia replied.

Rose thought for a moment and said,

"Leave it to me mum. She either goes on her own or I will make her go. I just need to drug her and send her over."

Noah Harper was the CEO of the most powerful company in the country, Blackwood Towers. He was also the city's most eligible bachelor. He was seated in the VIP section of Rossvette restaurant having dinner. His cold demeanor could be felt from a distance. He had a jet black short hair and a cold and stern face with sharp features. He exuded an air of nobility and aloofness. His delicate fingers moved smoothly on the cutlery set.

Noah suddenly put down his cutlery. "Why am I feeling strange?" he asked himself. He turned and called one of his guards.

"Frank," he called.

A though looking guy appeared immediately.

"Yes sir," he answered.

"Did you notice anything unusual?" Noah questioned.

"Not at all, sir."

"Nothing about the food and drink before it was brought?" Noah probed further, his sharp eyes studying Frank closely.

"No sir. There was no issue. Everything was perfect, normal and top notch as usual," Frank answered.

"I feel strange, I will definitely punish you for inefficiency," Noah said coldly.

"Punish me master. I will be more vigilant next time. Let me call your doctor," Frank apologized bowing low.

" No," Noah objected. He couldn't sit still anymore. His whole body felt strange, hot, aroused and excited. He stood up immediately,

"I will be in my room," he said and went off.

Noah opened the door and saw a small figure on his bed. She looked so pretty and cute. The effect of the aphrodisiac he had taken was fast acting. He climbed the bed and pounced on her, covering her little mouth with his.

The young girl felt a heavier weight on her and groaned weakly and drowsily. A hand caressed her body tenderly. She tried to resist but she was too weak to do so. The man's hand found its way under her revealing dress. His firm lips engulfed hers in a passionate and fierce kiss. His mouth left her lips and explored other parts of her body. She wanted to resist. Yes, she wanted to. But she was too weak. She was being taken advantage of.

Frank, one of Noah's guards smiled to himself. He has carried out the task assigned to him by his old master, Joshua Harper who was also Noah's father. Joshua Harper was worried about his son, Noah. A lot of tongues were wagging saying that Noah was gay. Noah wasn't moved. He didn't even flinch but Joshua was disturbed. He had arranged several women in the past but Noah rejected them all. A single touch from a woman was enough to disgust him.

That morning, a brilliant thought had occurred to Joshua. He instructed Frank to arrange a woman and drug Noah with an aphrodisiac.

Just then, Frank's phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and shivered. This was the girl he had arranged for Noah! He picked up the call with trembling fingers.

"Hello," he called out immediately

"I am sincerely sorry I am late. I had a bit of issues. But I am downstairs right now. Come and show me in," the young girl said.

Frank was momentarily struck dumb. He was sure a lady was in there with his master. Noah was having a nice time under the influence of the drug. How come the arranged girl was yet to go in? Who could be in there?

Noah rose as the sun rose in the morning. The bright rays of the sun hit his handsome face from the window. He opened his eyes and felt something or someone on him. His arms were wrapped around a petite and beautiful figure. A girl! His eyes widened. And again, they were both naked. What could have happened? His memory came to his rescue and didn't fail him this time. He remembered the happenings of the previous night. He squeezed his face in anger. He stood up from the bed as quietly as he could and went into the bathroom. He had a thorough bath as if to scrub off every trace of the slut from his body.

Emily woke up and tried to stand up. But she couldn't, her body ached all over and she was in pains. She also realized she was naked.

"Oh my gosh! what have I done? What happened to me?" she screamed. No. She had been raped. She had lost her virginity in a dishonorable way and to a strange man. Her memories about last night was vague. She only remembered someone on top of her body. His face wasn't clear under the dim red light in the room. He had explored every single bit of her body and had taken her to cloud 9. She was too weak to resist him. She thought of her wedding which was supposed to be the following day. She knew she was doomed. She quickly reached for her clothes and hurried home.

"Welcome dear sister. How was last night?" Rose mocked as soon as Emily stepped into the house.

"So it was you, how dare you!" Emily responded in anger.

Rose laughed again. "You should be grateful to me, you silly brat. I helped you seal a deal. You are finally going to be Mrs Mason. Get ready for your wedding tomorrow."

Emily's heart sank. She frowned. So, it was Jayden last night. She suddenly became angry. She was so angry that she gave Rose a dirty slap.

"What? How dare you!" Rose screamed. "Mother?" she continued , calling her mother for help. Rose raised her hand to hit Emily but her mother stopped her hands in the air.

"No, my dear child. Don't hurt your hands hitting her. Moreover, we can't let her carry a ruined face to the wedding. We might lose the five million dollars," Olivia said calming her daughter.

Olivia's phone rang at that point. She looked at the caller ID and it was an unknown caller. She slid her hands across the screen and picked it up.

"Why didn't you send your daughter to me last night?" an angry voice spoke from the other end as soon as the call connected. It was Jayden.

"I did. She was..." Olivia tried to explain but the line was dead. Rose looked at her mother, puzzled. Everything was on standstill for the next ten seconds. Rose took out her phone and dailed a number.

"I paid you to send her to his room. Didn't you do so?"

"I did. I sent her to room 303 as you instructed," the man on the phone reported.

Rose's mouth fell open.

"303? I said 203."

Emily looked at her sister in bewilderment. If it wasn't Jayden, who could it have been?

"You shameless slut, hurry now and apologize to Master Jayden," Rose screamed pushing Emily towards the door.

Why was she pushing her? Rose should be the shameless one not her. She was the one who had drugged her and taken her to a strange man the previous night.

"Let me go!" Emily protested.

"Go? No, you won't. Run along, go and apologize to Master Jayden. You will not ruin our chance. The wedding must be held tomorrow," Olivia joined in.

"Don't come in here anymore. Out!" Rose shouted pushing her roughly out of the door.

"You will remain there till you do what is right. And if you fail to do so, I will strangle you," Rose finished. She held her on her neck, strangling her. Emily struggled to breath. Rose shoved her roughly to the floor and banged the door on her face. Emily coughed and tried to regain her breath. It was a working day and she might be sacked if she skipped work. She was tired, cold and hungry. She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Open up, please," she cried. But no one came to her rescue.

Noah Harper sat down in his exquisite office. A frown greased his face. His thin lips were slightly pursed and his custom made black suit accentuated his tall and lean figure. He was tapping away on the keyboard of his laptop with his long and bony fingers when a knock came at the door.

"Come in," he said without raising his face. His secretary, James Sullivan walked in holding a tablet .

"Good morning sir," he greeted but got no response from Noah. Noah raised his head and his cold gaze flickered briefly towards James. The next moment, his eyes focused on his laptop, completely ignoring his secretary. James stood still, waiting for the permission to speak. After what seemed like eternity, he realized that Noah was not going to pay him any attention. It was a silent indication for him to get out. But it was an urgent matter, so he decided to risk it.

"President Harper," he called carefully to avoid offending his boss.

Noah stopped what he was doing. His cold gaze made James shiver.

"What is it?" Noah finally asked him.

"Sir, the press has some news about you," James said.

Noah starred at him. The press always had his news. Why was this one different? It will possibly be serious and urgent that was why James brought it to his notice. He stretched his slender hands to James saying,

"Let me see."

James came closer and handed him the tablet. Noah looked at the news and felt his blood boil. The news headline was catchy.

'The gay ceo of Blackwood Towers, Noah Harper in bed with a strange woman.'

It meant that his affair last night had come to light. Here was a photo captured by the press. He read further,

'The gay ceo of Blackwood Towers, Noah Harper was spotted last night having a pleasant time with an unknown woman. Following this...'

He didn't read any more. He banged his fists so hard on the table that the secretary staggered back in fear. The cup of coffee on the table flew up and crashed on the floor breaking into pieces.

"Find that slut. I am going to murder her," he instructed in anger.

His secretary bowed and left instantly.

"Ahhhhhh," Noah screamed throwing down everything on his table.

"That slut! She did this on purpose. I will deal with her," he muttered to himself. He was pacing to and fro in his office waiting impatiently for some information about that girl.

Ten minutes later, his secretary came in.

"I have found her sir," he announced.

Noah turned, his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he was going to murder someone that instant.

"Who is she?"

James read from his tablet.

"Emily Grant.

Age:21

Address: Number 37 Avenue, Wale's Street."

"Get my car ready," Noah instructed.

"Yes sir," responded the secretary. He left to carry out the task.

Noah left his office. The driver was waiting for him in front of the building.

"Drive," he ordered irritably.

The driver was perplexed. He just said drive. Where was he supposed to drive to?

"Sir, where do I take you?" he asked cautiously.

Noah cast him a death glare.

"Get out," he ordered.

The driver obeyed immediately. Noah entered the car and drove off.

The car came to a halt at number 37 Avenue, Wales Street. He opened the door and stepped out. There, in front of the house was the young girl from last night. She sat like a kitten looking miserable and pitiful. But Noah was filled with rage and anger with no ounce of pity. He wished he could kill her right away for framing him last night. He walked to the door and gave the sleeping girl a rough kick. She jerked awake and stood up almost immediately. He studied her closely. The kiss marks and love bites from last night were visible on her neck. That disgusted him further.

Emily looked to see who it was. She thought it was her sister or mother. But, the shoes, they belonged to a man and they worth more than her family's networth. She looked up and saw his face. The man was tall and had exceptional facial features. He wore an office shirt unbuttoned to his clavicle. The aura of asceticism coming off him made her heart skip a beat.

"You slut. Why did you do it?" Noah asked sternly.

Do what? Emily was confused. She stared at him, confusion written all over her face.

"You want to act like you don't know what I am talking about, you idiot." Noah said again, advancing menacingly towards her. Emily moved a step back at every step he took.

"It was you last night, you disgusting harlot. What was your aim? To dent my image by seducing me and selling the news to the press?"

Emily's mouth fell open. She took out her phone quickly and went to the news page. She saw the headline and broke into a cold sweat. The views on the page was well above 3 million in just twenty minutes. Wait, she was involved in a scandal with the powerful ceo? It was over for her. She opened her mouth to explain that she knew nothing about this. But Noah pulled her roughly towards the car. He shoved her in and shut the door. He turned on the ignition and said two words,

"Marry me."