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Our Marriage, Our Rules   1- Big Bills
SavannahDo you ever feel like there's someone responsible for your destiny, and they're messing with you all the way? Because I do. I think the same.I've always been known to be a hustler, and I take pride in it. But occasionally, I feel like the hustle isn't meant for me.I have a dream, just like every young woman, and I want to achieve those dreams—to be better and do better. But it is a struggle for me, especially with a sick mother, an absent father, and a lazy brother. I must do everything, give up my schooling and my things, and be a family woman.Even right now, I'm in the hospital, watching as my mom is tied to a life machine. The beeping sound constantly reminds her that she can't do anything alone.I sigh as I wrap my hands around her dainty ones, placing a kiss on her knuckles."Please be okay," I whisper as I rub her knuckles tenderly. "You have to be okay."I hear footsteps entering the room, and I turn to see the doctor standing there. "You didn't leave?" He asks, watc
Our Marriage, Our Rules   2-Sperm Donor
Savannah“Hello, Daughter.”I ball my hands into fists and breathe calmly. Being angry right now won't help my case. “Hello, Mr. Knights,” I gritted, walking towards him.He smirks. “Mr. Knights? Is that the way to greet your father? Aren't you going to call me Dad?”I grit my teeth together and dig my fingers into my palms. “It's nice to see you again, Mr. Knights,” I say, emphasizing the “Mr. Knights.”He seems to catch on because he smirks. “Indeed it is. How may I help you?”As tried as I might be, I need to remain calm and patient with him if I'm going to get anything out of him. “I need your help.”His eyes widen for a second before he smirks. “You need my help?” he asks, slowly looking at me and observing me. “I never thought the day would come when you'd ask for my help, considering you hate me.”My eyes snap to his. “I hate you?” I grit out, “I. Hate. You?!” He doesn't answer; he continues to watch me. I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts coming from the things I want to
Our Marriage, Our Rules   3- Settle
DOMINICI sit behind the desk and watch as my father rattles on about the board, wanting me to get married. I don't understand why I must be married before handling a business I've been running for years.“You're soft with these men. You own most of the company, so why must I get married before I can take over?”He sighs, “Son, they own shares too, and besides, the fact that you are getting married is a good image for the company, and I also want grandbabies, too. I'm not getting any younger”.“Dad, don't start, please. I prefer the single life; women are just too stressed. I need to focus on the work without a nagging wife”.He smiles and says, “You might think so, son, but you'll understand when you meet your wife and have that intimacy.”I look at my father, really look at him. He's tired, and there are dark circles under his eyes, and I can't help but feel a tinge of guilt. He's been running around looking for this marriage ever since.“Okay, fine,” I mutter. “What's the deal with
Our Marriage, Our Rules   4-The Contract
SavannahToday is the day.The woman staring at me does not resemble the person I was yesterday or even a month ago.I'm wearing a knee-length floral white dress adorned with a beautiful red rose on the front. After contemplating red and black heels, I opted for the black ones, which boosted my confidence.Makeup isn't my strong suit, so I apply lip gloss and pinch my cheeks to achieve a rosy hue. My hair falls in waves on my shoulders, and I can't help but appreciate the curls, even if I don't enjoy anything Bill did yesterday.I look stunning.Satisfied with my appearance, I pick up my black Zara bag and head out the door. The sperm donor, Mr. Knight, sent me an address - "Bela Casa Hotel.” He offered to drop me off, but I politely declined; I must remind myself that I was doing this for my mother. Nobody else.Not for me. Not for Mr. Knight, and certainly not for the Marshalls.The Uber I ordered was already waiting out front when I stepped outside. “Are you Savannah?” the driver as
Our Marriage, Our Rules   5-Feisty
DominicI observe her green eyes glaring at me from across the table, and I can't help but smirk. She's feisty.I came here expecting to see his spoiled daughter, not this stunning beauty. Her hair falls in curls over her shoulder, and I'm tempted to know how soft they feel. Her lips, painted with nothing but lip gloss, are mesmerizing. Her dress hugs her body in all the right places, and her figure is so alluring that I find myself drawn to it.But no, I can't go there. I maintain my smirk as her eyes narrow at me. “So you're going to be my wife?” I remark, scanning the room. “I wasn't expecting someone like you.”“Somebody like me?” she asks, curious about my perception. Her voice is soothing, almost like a siren's. Well, not that I've heard one, but I imagine this is what a siren sounds like.“Yes,” I say, looking at her but not elaborating further. I expected her to ask for clarification, but she didn't.“If you're expecting me to ask about what you mean, I'm afraid that's not goin
Our Marriage, Our Rules   Chapter 6- Like Mother Like Daughter
Savannah I walk ahead with Mr. Knights trailing behind me. Some nurses are shocked to see me, but I ignore their reactions. This is me without the Zombie makeup.I pause in front of the door. “Do you want to talk to her or see the doctor first?” I ask Mr. Knights.He tilts his head and answers curtly, “See her.” He walks past me, pushing the door open, and my heart hammers in my chest.I follow him inside to find Mama looking pale, almost lifeless. Her feet and face have swollen. Tears sting the back of my eyes.“It's worse than I thought,” Mr. Knights murmurs. “Maybe I should go see the doctor now.”He turns to leave when Mama opens her eyes and looks around the room. Her gaze stops on me for a second, and then it widens as it lands on him. “Is that?” she croaks out, looking from him to me. “Did you bring him here?” Her tone is accusing.I nod. “He's going to help us,” I answer, looking her square in the eyes. “He's here to help.”“I don't need his help. I'd rather die than take anyt
Our Marriage, Our Rules   Chapter 7- Donor
DominicI still don't understand her reaction. It's pathetic. I've been replaying that moment, and I always feel the same way.Like a fool, that's right.She snorted at my options and signed them immediately without hassle. If I hadn't seen the challenging glint in her eyes, I would've thought this would be easy.Who would've thought my wife or contract bride would easily accept my rules?And to think that she pushed the announcement back; I thought she was anxious to be Mrs. Marshall, but I was wrong.“Dude,” I snap back to the present, “you're not even listening to what I said.”I scowl at Chris and say, “I am.” even though I wasn't, I have no idea what he was saying, and neither do I care when my mind is occupied with a certain someone.“Bullshit.” He says as he looks at me, “You have no idea what I was saying.”“Seriously, I am,” I say, trying to convince him even though I know it is a futile effort.He lifts his brows and asks, “What did I just say?”I shut my mouth. He glares at
Our Marriage, Our Rules   Chapter 8- Successful
SavannahThe surgery was successful! I squealed and hugged the doctor right after he delivered the good news. She's already been wheeled out of the operation room, and I'm so excited that I don't think about my actions before dialing Mr. Knight's number.“Hello,” he answers on the third ring.“It was successful! The doctors said everything is okay now." I blurted it out immediately.“That's good to know.” His words remain indifferent. “Did you check the time before calling me?”I pause. “Shit, I'm sorry.” It's ten here, so it's about four in the morning where he is.He grumbles, “Is she up yet?” he says, and then the sheets rustle.“No, not yet, but anyway, I have to go. I'm sorry again about the time.”“When are you coming back?”“We're flying back in four days. The doctor said she needs rest and observation.”“They can observe her in the hospital she was admitted to here. You asked for a week; it's been five days. Taking an extra four might seem like you're not serious about the con
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