The contracted wife of the boss

ARIEL

ALISON POV

There I was in the doctor’s office. Fine, just fine. I am feeling like the walls are closing in and the look on Dr.James' face was gravely serious and the words he has just said have just weighed a ton.

“I am very sorry, Mrs. Allison, but I really believe that time is up, and the p*****t should be made in the next two days, otherwise,... “

He paused for a while and did not say the consecutive phrase but I guess he told me what he meant. My daughter was dying, and I could do nothing, I had no money with which I could assist her. My thoughts froze when I tried to process it in my head, $10,600. But where was I to get that kind of money?

Ariel. My beautiful, sweet Ariel. It was even worse than when I had lost Andrew and now? yeah now this? I can’t lose her either. I wouldn’t survive it.

“Doc, tell me how, how am I going to get $10,600 in 48 hours?” I gasped and shook my voice as tears began to roll down my cheeks.

I on the other hand looked at Dr. James and said something like this ‘I see, okay?’ to him calmly. ”Ariel is indeed very sick and this is all I know, she needs this transplant and she needs it soon.”

I merely nodded but the painful scream that was welling up inside me was choked back. I know, I know! But how can I save her when I am in the process of drowning? A lump rose in my throat and I stood up; I trembled wiped my face with the back of my hand to stop crying.

Well, I don’t know what to do,” I said, not loud enough for a doctor who was a few inches far from me. “I’ll get the money. “

I didn’t even let him finish my words, I stood from the chair and walked out of the office with the whole world's weight on my chest. How was I going to do this? The one thing that I know for sure was that I had to do it. I couldn’t let Ariel die. I couldn’t.

That night I had a restless night and could hardly sleep as my mind was full of ideas and information. Proposals and strategies were made and withdrawn as if one after the other, none of which was feasible to undertake. My salary was not even close to it. Going for finance from friends and family members had only begun. I was a bird entrusted with poor wings and all I could do was flounder around in a tiny cage within me.

Then it suddenly dawned on me, as if a light had been switched on in my head, what it was that could be done. Loans.

I woke up quickly, quickly reaching for my phone. It couldn’t be all that hard; there had to be a way. There were loan apps, right? Everybody received fast money all the time! It is just that I wanted to download a few, complete some forms and. ..

Maybe this could work. Maybe.

I searched for every loan app that I could see and began inputting the necessary details, my hands shaking with anticipation and anxiety. Oh, God, let this work, please. My mind was a whirl of confusion, and I was acting in a very irrational manner, but I kept on going through the desperate haze.

Next day the knock I had been waiting for came. Later that day when the knock came, it was a shock to me. I opened the door to find that three men were standing just outside. The three men were fully dressed in white shirts and black trousers.

“Hi, madam, we are from the US, we came to visit the house,” one of the men who came in wished.

I simply looked at them and said something like yeah, just get in the car, but I was shaking like crazy. This was it. This was my chance. I toured them round the house, showing them every aspect of the house while trying to convince them that the house deserved the loan.

“We can’t approve your loan. " There I lost my last hope.

The following day, with no other chance I was left with, I was standing in front of the door to my boss's office. Mr. Dre. A merciless man of wealth, but maybe…, a slightest chance… he could help me.

Then I knocked on the door and he said ‘come in’. I walked awkwardly with my hands rolling round in a nervous manner.

“Sir,” I started stammering; I was embarrassed to even look at him, let alone speak to him. "I need to ask for a favor. A... a loan. My daughter, she is ill… she requires an operation; and I have no funds for it. Please, I’ll do anything. Yes, I will take all those extra jobs, as and when

To return your money.

He glared at me with those empty black eyes. "I’m not a bank, Allison. Allow me to ask you some questions. Is there any reason why you would believe I can assist you with your job?

I swallowed hard. "Please, sir... she’s dying."

He frowned and leaned back in the chair. “Okay, I am Ready to help… but not for free.”

"What do you mean?" I asked, my heart racing.

“I need something in return,” he said in a demeanour that put so much frost in the room. "I want you to marry me. A contract marriage. Two years."

Marriage? I looked right at him in disbelief, my mental processes utterly overwhelmed. "But... but sir, I..."

‘’You have 24 hours to decide” he interjected. If that meets your approval I’ll provide you with the money. If not, well, what then, Allison? But your daughter’s life is in your hands now.”

I got up to leave his office feeling the pressure of what he had offered me all over me. Marry him? Could I really do that? But what choice did I have? Ariel’s face crossed my mind and it pains me to see her like that all over again.

I had 24 hours to decide between my pride and the living breathing beautiful daughter that I now had.