The Revenge Ceo

Liz's POV

The nice scents of the flowers that surrounded me, and the beautiful sight of the hall coupled with wonderful people. Gracious sights, dropping fountains in the middle of the room, the chandeliers were giving.

I watched how the whole room was dignified with love and excitement, there, my friend, Sarah was with me. Smiling and giggling.

"You're getting married, beautiful."

Her eyes spoke excitement and her smile, I couldn't help but be grateful for having a good friend like her.

"Thank you, Sarah." I hugged her after dressing me up, looked straight at the mirror and felt at ease.

"I should go call your mum?" She said cutting away from the hug,

"And, that'll be for what?"

"To rate your dress up. You know I love compliments."

"Well, don't you think the compliments should come from me?"

"That's right, but your mum, she definitely knows how to give compliments better than you," I nodded and smiled.

"......a few minutes please."

She dropped her small mirror and dashed out of the room in a haste. I took a deep breath, I didn't even know who I was getting married to. Father said it was for the company's good and I believed him. He'll never let me unto a man that doesn't love me.

I kept looking straight at the mirror, wondering what would be next after that young lady got married. Will it be a child soon? Or just his love all over me? I really couldn't wait to figure it out.

"Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing there?"

I was sitting on the stool with my eyes straight at the wall. Silent and shivering softly, I didn't notice my mum came in and I must have walked down to the wall unconsciously. Damn! I was really scared. I just couldn't figure out what to do.

"Sweetheart?"

"Yes, mum." I smiled, dusting my dress and standing up to move closer to her. She held my face and smiled.

"You'll be fine, darling. I know what you're going through."

No, no, I didn't want her to know I was scared, I've tried pulling on a smiling face the whole time. I smiled widely again.

"I'm fine, mum. I'm just so excited that I'm getting married, and quickly "

"Yeah, I got you. You'll do great, trust me. You just need to listen to your husband, and you'll make a good wife and a lovable mother." She assured me.

I felt like I was making the right choice and it would work out well for the company. I have to take up my family's business.

"Thanks mum." The door opened again.

"Sarah, there you are."

"Here I am, so has she told you how beautiful you look?"

"Yeah, she has and she told me a lot more than that. Thanks to you."

She smiled and waved her hand giving the ' I didn't do anything' face. I turned away from her face.

" I don't know what to do, Sarah."

"And that's why I'm here for you."

A drop of tear fell from my eye and I couldn't hold it back but poured it all out.

"Hey, hey. You shouldn't wear out your pretty face." Sarah hugged me and cleaned off my wet face.

"Like your mum said, you'll do great. You have never let us down and you won't. I trust you."

She gave me a kiss on my forehead and held my hand.

"It's time to go now, everyone's waiting."

I followed her quietly and every voice in the room went silent. I was really nervous but I held it together. Walking down the stairs, I saw him, standing right beside his father, I guessed.

He smiled and I looked away, my heart started to beat fast, I didn't know what to do. Then I felt a hand, held me real tight and I pulled myself together.

"Just smile, okay?" Her tiny and comforting voice I remembered, my mother always had this stillness in her voice that made me feel safe. I accepted it and walked confidently to the man that caught my heart when I looked at him.

He stepped forward in the process and took my hands, progressed in looking straight at my eyes,his hands felt so soft on mine, as he held me and said the vows. Our eyes pointed straight at each other. It was blissful. The atmosphere was filled with cheers and claps as our lips melted into each other.

How did I do that? How could I kiss a man I just met passionately? I don't even know him well.

I kept the smile on my face avoiding awkward looks over me.

"Congratulations, Mrs Rashford, welcome to the house."

"Mrs Rashford?" I smiled back at the man smiling at me, he stood beside him, the man I was married to a few minutes ago.

The man I'll spend the rest of my life with.

We left the altar right before anyone. My mum hid her face from me after she gave a kiss on my forehead.

"We'll come visit," she said as she went away. My father came close,

"Go make us proud, baby."

I smiled and cried finally. The tears I've been keeping together all this time, it dropped without giving a warning.

"We should go now." My newly wedded husband took my hands and walked me to the car.

Micheal's POV

I couldn't believe I married a child in an adult's body. It's really insulting. I'll be the heir soon and this childish lady is all I get? I just couldn't stand the fact that marriage has to be a criteria to be the heir of my father's empire.

"Aren't we supposed to be in the bedroom together?" Her voice interrupted my thoughts and that pissed me off even more. It was practically like I was thrown into hell and not a honeymoon. I wasn't feeling anything, I was numb and void of love towards her. At the altar, earlier, I just had to keep the role of a good son and marry the person I don't even know just to become the heir.

I smiled, because I knew too well I'll be given that position over anyone else. Father has promised I only have to marry her, just for the world to know that I got married.

"No, I will be sleeping on the couch in the sitting room. I've got a long day tomorrow, and the best thing you could do for me right now is to leave me alone and go to sleep." I poured out my anger on her. I'm sure my face would have told her to just do as I've said.

"Can I at least know my husband's name?" She ran forward to me and held my hand. I release myself from her grip as her charm that looked like a kid's was getting on me.

"Sleep well." I turned away from her and made my way to the room, it was utmostly beautiful to have her out of my sight. I could no longer pretend I was okay with her being around. I saw her face, it was awfully , and sorrow filled. How is that my problem? Her father got her into it. My brother should be the one taking this position but father insisted I had it.

I had a bath in the shower before I headed to sleep, I could hear some muffled noise in the bedroom, and I really hoped she wasn't crying. It'll piss me off even more. I walked closer and my newly wedded wife was crying at the mirror stand like a new born child.

"No tears in the house." I said, and she raised her head up, looked at me and wiped her tears off before saying,

"I wasn't crying, just wondering why you wouldn't want to touch me. Is it some kind of ritual? I definitely understand. I promise." I looked at her after she uttered those words and I walked away to get my sleep.

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The morning was favorable to my skin as I stood up to embrace the path it has shown to me. I was going to be announced as the president in a few hours, so I had my bath and dressed up ready to leave the house. She ran out of the kitchen, in a haste, breathing like she was being chased by a bear, at least that should do the explanation she wasn't needed in the house.

"Wait! You haven't had your breakfast, I prepared something nice for you, it's Spag Pepperoni, trust me, you'd love it." I stared at her furiously,

"Really, are we doing this again? Can you not see that I'm off to work?"

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't watch you leave without food, it's our first morning together."

"Doesn't actually mean anything to me." I murmured, still enduring the sight of her standing and looking helpless.

"Oh! it should, we are married now. And whatever issues it is, you can share with me and If it looks like I've offended you......."

"Shut up! Just leave and let me concentrate on going to work already." I cut her off before she made me feel guilty. The truth is, I do not actually feel anything, I feel okay hating her because she wasn't supposed to be mine. I shouldn't have married her. And now I have to face her like a plague. I swiftly walked out of the house before she thought of getting me to eat.

"Bye, have a fun day." I could hear her scream through her lungs, I ignored and got in the car, drove off without looking back. My phone rang, and it was plainly obvious the whole workers were waiting for me to show up.

It wasn't really that hard since I was able to turn off her words. It almost became heavy on me, I love someone else, and thank goodness she understands what I was trying to do.

To produce a better future for us both. I'd rather be with Ebony than that trash I married as a wife.

With guts I entered the company, everyone had their heads low and bowed down to me. I smiled and waved to them in return,

"This way, sir. Your father awaits." George, my father's speaker, escorted me to the room. I will be declared the sole owner of the company. Every shareholder sat comfortably, waiting for me to give the news that I was married. I saw the pictures of Her and me, clearly shown on the project and the videos made that looked like a movie.

"I have waited a long time for this day, people I've seen my son marry and take his rightful place. So, I hope we all know what's next to do.'

"And how are we sure they love each other?"

My father laughed at the question,

"You don't have to see them sleep with each other before you believe my son is married. it's literally written all over the show displayed." he argued.

"Alright, we announce him as the sole owner of this property without damage and bless him with good health to lead us."

"And you should know, a bad marriage consumes one till there's nothing left, the company has to be in good hands."

"My son is in good hands." I silently watched them all contemplate on what to do and when to put me in. My father struggled enough to build this and it was time for me to give them not so much, but a lot. I kept in all of my words and had to stay put till the meeting ended. Everyone now recognized me as the president. I was extremely filled with Joy and excitement. I have finally done it.

"How's your wife doing?What are you both up to?"

"Nothing, father."

"Nothing? What do you mean nothing? You should be doing everything together." He whispered in my ears as to not create a scene among everyone.

"What's her name?"

"You don't know your wife's name? Michael, are you insane? You should treat her right. We are nothing compared to her father. Is that understood?"

"I get it, now, what's her name?"

"Liz, Liz Baxter, that's your wife's name. Thank God I'm a very good friend of Baxter, he will ruin our company before we know it. Don't mess things up for me."

Liz's POV

Three years later

My eyes were affixed on the television set in front of me, I was unconscious of my environment, my body was present but my soul had traveled far away from this planet, into a world of endless questions and thoughts.

A sharp sound slipped suddenly into my ear making my heart skip, I turned to the direction of the sound. Lo and behold it was my father. He was dressed in a royal blue suit, lined with royalty, his hands were tucked into his trouser's pocket. My gaze traveled from his body down to the shopping bag on the floor.

When did he step in? I must have been so intrigued by my own thoughts that my brain couldn't pick up the sound around me. "When did you step in?" I asked, adjusting the pajamas I was putting on.

He took a deep breath and walked briskly to where I sat, and retired next to me. "You have been ignoring my calls," He responded, his eyes boring into mine.

I smacked my lips and turned my gaze away from his. If it was possible I would bury him six feet beneath where I'm standing, because the whole mess I'm in now is his doings. "You should thank the heavens that it was just your call I ignored..."

He bit his lower lips, and began tapping his palm on his laps. "I'm famished, do you have anything at home?"

My eyes went round. There is one habit that would never leave my father, beating around the bush... it was clear that he is here for a purpose, but he would say until I ask.

"Why Michael?" I bellowed, shifting my gaze back to his aged face. "Why him, why me?"

I must have wished he would be able to see or perhaps have a glimpse of my pestering thoughts and imaginations, maybe then he would understand my plight.

"Liz, you know I do everything for a purpose," He breathed, taking my hands into his warm palms.

"We are dying..."

Before he could continue his statement I let go of my hand forcefully and buried it in my laps. Oh! Here he goes again, putting his company first. I shut my lips and aloud it quiver. I am dead...

"I know you love me. A little part of you still yearns for him. Help me please,"

My heart began to melt at my Father's plea. He rarely shows his vulnerability to people, to me... But now he is humble and desperate as a young lad eager for his mother's breast milk.

I am just so tired of forcing myself on Michael. I want to give up but the look from my Father is making my heart ache terribly.

"If you were in my shoes you would definitely take the same step I took. You know how his father is, he is willing to partner with our little company, and it is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Do you expect me to throw away such blessing and opportunity, speak to me Liz?! Do you want my years of sweat and hard work to go down the drain?! Huh?!"

Now I feltl bad for him. He has tried to play the perfect role of a Father, maybe I should help him this once, maybe I should yield to my heart desires and help our family, our dignity.

"I love Michael..." I confessed, with my gaze casted far ahead, away from his surprise expression.

"That is a good thing my dear!!!" He triumphed, taking back my hands.

"But Dad, he wouldn't dare look at me twice in the eyeball. He is disgusted by my existence..."

My father grumbled, he released my hand slowly, stood up from his sitting position and strolled to the shopping bag that laid helplessly on the ground. He squats to it and picks up, then he strolled back to where I sat.

"All men are the same," He implored, and threw the bag back into my lap.

The corners of my eyebrow wrinkled. What is he planning this time!?

In haste, without trepidation I dug into the shopping bag and unraveled a red, negligee gown out of the box.

"You must be kidding me," I spluttered, shoving the dress off.

He breathed loudly and walked to the spot the dress laid on from my swing, he took it in his arm, walked to me and sat down.

"Do your thing, rebound... Trust me this is going to work."

I scoffed. Not on Michael. That guy hates me to the core. But I have to do this for my Father. I hate to see him heartbroken and displeased.

"Okay, I will do it. Just this once!!!"

His eyes lit up and he jammed his hands together in excitement.

...

I wish I could have ignored my Father's suggestion. Now I have to pay dearly for the consequences of not thinking twice.

Michael's car drove roughly into the compound. My heart began to skip from where I lay in wait for his presence. The picture of his blank face kept replaying in my head and it made my heart thud faster against its ribs.

I nearly forgot my assignment. The mere thought of his presence made my stomach do an upside turn. How would I deal with his presence...

The room door flung open, and I felt my heart drop into my stomach.

"Hey, welcome!" I whispered, waving my hand, and also eager for his response...

He nodded his head and aimed for the bathroom.

That was a relief... This was a great sign that my plan was coming into fulfillment.

I fell on the bed and ran my frail fingers into my wavy hair. Now I had to commence with the remaining part.

After a few minutes, he stepped out of the bathroom. It was as though walking into the shower and activated his cruel system. The Michael I knew was back; the one I was married to, that made me fear the existence of men.

He barely ate the food I prepared with a lot of hope, prayer and my whole heart. All he did was play with it and smiled stupidly while staring at his phone.

...Father, I tried my best!

I tried to win him over. Tried to do the dirtiest thing couples do, but he wouldn't oblige.

Why does he hate me so much!? Why was he still staying with me and hasn't even said a nice word to me!? What was my mistake!?

My vision was getting blurry, tears trickled down my face as I watched the beast come on top of me... At last, he has succumbed to my will. However, I am now so powerless, like a wounded lion.

My vision began to shift to the most peaceful thing I had ever seen, darkness... I wanted to fight back for light, but it was already dominating my head.

...I was really sorry for disappointing my father!!!