your future tycoon wife

Right now he felt more than just being affronted, strikingly by a woman, one that he was imputed to or mayhap not to have marriage with. being a servitor, heedless on the fact that he is an imminent CEO. he doubted if her sources gave her the right information about him.

it didn't take a length of time for molly getting into her car and being drove back to her mansion. lizzah had received a call from pinnah, sometime back informing her elsewhere and that gave lizzah a chance to use pinnah's car back home instead of boarding the same car with Molly like before.taking that as away to get home fast and start her boss's straightway work.

a while ago inside the car she received a video call from pinnah. knowing well her bossing sister, she didn't want to keep her worried for not knowing where she was before she could finally get home.

exhausted molly, enters her home. the large doors she opened, to only step in a large living room and the hall that led her up floors. neglecting the elevator she takes the stairs, that bring the knocking sound of her stepping heels that echoed within the house. "what a lonely home," she thought. it looked emptier when pinnah is completely not around. taking each step slowly and carefully she drags her hands beside the two stair handrails with her head depressed down taking countless exhales. she looked lonely, weak and tired but nobody ever witnessed this side of hers. she always appeared to be strong and will bounded.

today was exciting, yes! and she made thoughtless decision, of course!. she knocks her head remembering that. she had countless servants yet she offered someone else to be one, just what could he serve, with her having everything on hand. basing on his standards he won't be one but his will and situation told a different story.,it all bet he would. not taking it into mind as she only took that decision to keep him and the contract away. or for a little be a reason it was to get back at him.

loosening his tie, chris walks inside his house. holding a large grey envelope that he took hanging outside his apartment door. absolutely it's the hospital document, the results came earlier than expected. he didn't want to open it in the living room. so, he took his steps inside his bedroom. on his table that leaned against the window wall. chris stood still with his tie removed and few upper button of his shirt unbuttoned.

Getting out the papers from the envelope and holding them. suddenly his cellphone rings, thus making him shift his gaze to his pocket and pulls out the phone to know the caller before realizing it was a business call. obviously it's important, very important, he got to pick it.he places the grey envelope on the table with the papers on top of it. not realizing the top most paper with the bolded words "NEGATIVE" flew down first when he turned to open the curtain and the window glass that blew wind inside the room. on him viewing the night image of buildings down from the up position his floor was while taking his call.

deeply intensed with the conversation, it took a while for Chris to finally cut off the call and end his communication with the other side of the caller. returning his gaze on the table, he notice the one fallen sheet of paper laying on the floor and the other one on the table. he bent to pick it up, while failing to eye another sheet of paper that flew farther down his bed.

disappointment covering him, of course. this only added more to his pains and hopes that suddenly craved down. after pinning out the importance that read the positive test results of the DNA test performed. picking the other sheet on the table, he realized it contained his wife's information for the test. all was clear and right. what peter said and what he is reading right now are the same. where he failed to realize, the same document file peter sent him and photocopied lately at the hospital stationary and handed it to the doctor before himself reading it that time, was the same document he was holding and reading it this time, thinking it was the latest test results, which was not.

accidentally not knowing the hope of his search was laying right under his bed down there.

As depressed as he was, he sat down on bed, swaying his hair behind. letting his breath come out slowly. his eyes glow slightly red and his face turned so pale.he was cold from the breeze that sneaked into his room from the window. why was he trying so hard to run away from the reality that he believed was never the truth.

in a short while again, his cell phone beeps and he picks it up, it was peter who was on phone. for some reason peter's car was nearly off oil. he couldn't make it home with empty pocket as all of his amount had spend it all on pinnah's request. considering to where he was currently, he could only ask for shelter from Chris and that shouldn't be a problem.

it didn't take long for Chris to receive a knock from his apartment door. knowing exactly who it was, he went opening the door not minding to welcome him in.

chris' face was fresh and clear it showed no reaction on anything, it was as if nothing happened some few minutes ago.

Two men sitting down.,

"what happened, you got out early and yet you weren't home?" chris questioned while pouring a liquor inside the two glass on the table.

"I had something to take care of." peter answered while typing something on his phone.

" I won't assume it's work...and looking at you, you seem really broke.tell me?"

"aah,!! let's see...I was dealing with some woman stuff.!'' he said, and the air surrounding them suddenly went quiet.

"I know your trying to forget her,..but going around and fuckin up women who throw themselves to you.doesn't fix your broken marriage." chris cut off the silence,

"it's Rachel, again..how many times did I have to hear about her today...it's not ending good"..peter answered facing down to his legs while shaking the glass his hand was holding. .his face suddenly deepened and he looked broken and angry.

"she is getting married again."

"it's her wedding today."

"she flew to the US a couple of weeks ago".. peter uttered., simultaneously stressing each sentence with bitterness in it..

chris, whose eyes focused on his drink. let out his breath before uttering

"you were intriguing her all this time!."

"she is impossible to forget brother, hard not to love her." " I mean., you see,..if she, if she could come back again and say let's fix this." peter hardly explained, his eyes deepen in red..and still continued

"I Would definitely take her back.." he sniffed noisly..".but now..she is getting married again.how am I supposed to take this.she moved on. and yet am still stuck.seven years by each other's side.and she managed to replace us within three month. how am I supposed to take this."

his complain continued, his eyes filled with rage and the grip on the glass of his hand tightened harder than normal.,if this kept on for a little while more, it was sure to bleed his palm with the edges of broken glass that his hand had to smash.

it took a while for one among them to say something again. it was like who to comfort who. them both were thrown in a blazing dark abyss of their fate.,and the flame within it., consumed them slowly as they surrendered to the wills of their own weakness in life.

"here, drink more.its taste is great.right!!" chris phrased.,while pouring more liquor into the glasses.

" drink more, drink more brother.this world isn't on our side anymore.! let's drink okay." chris vocalized.,guzzling countless gulps of his glass. his demeanor right now, divulged his appalling state.if peter speculated his indiscreet situation. well, this man obversing him was utterly senseless, thoroughly perplexed. and peter literally felt that.

"And you.!!!"....peter queried after a while look at him. "how was your future tycoon wife."...he continued..it slipped..and it wasn't right to ask, maybe to chris..but his curiosity killed his patience..And in then, chris' mind hearken back to molly. with the thought of that, he smirked and assent,he had alot to tell than the sad story of his beloved dead wife.

scoffing beneath his shoulder, he placed the glass he was holding back on the table and uttered, right before softly licking his lower red lip.

"she is insane."..he commented, "but.." he contended,.with his eyes squinching abit..like though he wanted to get deeper with the conversation that coined up to them. but suddenly before it all.

"..PAAH!.." came a sudden shocking sound of a fallen glass of a photo frame portrait of runah that hanged on a wall, some seconds behind.

like an explosion, it both exploited their hearts before realizing what it was. and In just that one short while, chris' mind crossed upon alot of questions., with his still pounding heartbeats and popped out eyes, that gave a dreadful stare at the broken glasses of his dead wife portrait.

**####sorry to all my favourite fans and dear readers..this time I took really long to update. for some reason I had some issues to take care of. but I hope, I won't make you feel like am quitting this piece of art.**##do support me with votes and comments.much love guys.

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