Chapter forty three

I nochalantly stepped into the car and his chauffer drove away at once. Truthfully, I wasnt bothered about my safety cause I knew he would do nothing to me as his son but I was more concerned about Maya, which was why I sent Judy to keep an eye on her until I return.
Throughout the ride, a million thoughts were running through my head. Unlike earlier, the boiling anger had cooled and now I was just feeling plan disappointments and betrayal.
I pressed my hand in one side of my head, I could feel a severe migraine headache; the pounding and searing pain promising to tear my head apart. Today had been a bmhubbub if activities. I had not gotten the chance to get even a little rest.
This new development made my mood sour and crancky, I wanted nothing at the moment than to have this matter solved, period- the idea of bed was super tempting.
Funny that the picture of Maya, the both of us sleeping soundly on the bed popped out if my head out of nowhere
"We are here," the chauffer announced and I alighted out of the car once the door was opened by another of my father's men standing in the outside.
He led me inside the expensive looking coffee shop obviously bought and emptied for the night and for this special meeting .
I saw my father in all his glory sitting languidly in a chair in a tapered leg, inhaling and savouring the steam evaporating from the coffee in his hands
The coffee shop was obviously designed for comfort, cozziness and a charming atmosphere unlike what I was feeling currently.
Twinkly string lights decorating the walls painted scream and grey light rays with soft texture and patterns giving the place a laid-back feeling.
"Sit," he ordered and gestured his hands for me to take a seat.
I dragged a chair producing squeaking sound and sat opposite him, all smiles gone from my face.
My father gestured to the barista who served me with a black eye coffee and though I literally salivated once the mouthwatering scent wafted into my nose but I couldnt, caffeine at the moment would only make my migraine worse-judging from the fact I had already consumed tons of that during the process if cleaning my father's mess today.
My father didn't react when I pushed the coffee to the side, the sight alone was tempting. He simply took a sip of his own coffee with a calm demeanor that was capable if fooling others, not me.
I knew he was warming up, preparing for a war, only one if us must emerge victorious.
"I don't know whatever you are thinking but I oppose whatever you are thinking," he said straight away and dropped the porcelain teacup on its saucer making a clinking sound.
His eyes tore away from the chinawear and focused on me, eyes boring into mine, "I can and would never accept that girl as your wife." He declared decisevely.
But I countered, " I wasn't asking for your opinion father, I am the one doing the marrying, not you," I stated firmly.
He made a contemptuous snort, "and who are you marrying? A wannable actress? An illegitimate daughter you have already removed from her family registry?"
I laughed, coldly amused. He indeed has been keeping alot if tabs on me. It seems he has nothing better to do.
I lifted a mocking brow, "and who do you want me to marry? Tina? The scheming viper?" Suddenly my countenance changed and I vowed out loud, "that would be over my dead body."
"That scheming viper us exactly what we need," my father emphasized , " she has skills and is quite outstanding in their family business at such a young age. Both of you would make a perfect match not that simpleminded gurl that has no clue about her own family business."
Truth be told, the Old Man had a point.
Unlike Tina, Maya was softhearted and wouldnt be brave to come up with any schemes or underhanded tricks.
But that doesn't mean she is stupid. I have seen in her eyes, her passion and will to stand when pushed to the wall.
"Maya is smart and perhaps when taufmfht she will be able to handle the family business well. Moreover, I am the king of my domain and I would only need a queen to rule beside me not over me," I spat with viciousness that shocked my father , "I need a wife not a partner."
I watched him jerk up from his seat, banging his hands hard on the table, "I don't know what she has done to you but that girl will be the death of you!"
I stood up saying too, " I can't help but think dying in her hands will be blissful."
Waging his finger in me, he choked, " Y-you-!"
"Call me crazy but I don't care if she knows the skeleton in your wardrobe or not!" I roared, "call me selfish cause I won't let go of her even if she finds out!" I declared with incredibly fierce red eyes.
"I won't let her ruin you," my father swore and I began to laugh in a long, cold and unpleasant way.
My expression suddenly darkened, "thank your God, father, that I woke up on the right side of my bed today cause the next time you and Tina pull up such shenanigans, I won't be courteous enough," I warned and turned on my heels and stride away when I suddenly remembered something .
I turned to face my dad and added, "and if you cherish Tina that much m, why don't you get married to her. I won't hold back my blessing for sure."
[4/17, 8:55 AM] ‎‎❤: The Dam Was Broken
Maya's POV
Truthfully, I wasn't able to recall how I composed myself and entertain Cecil and her kid for the rest of their stay until they left.
Perhaps the news had numbered my senses or I just pretended I was seeing things. But inwardly, I knew the news wasntca figment if my imaginations. It was 4eal.
So I woke up. From my dreams.
"Tina us engaged to Archer," kept playing in a loop in my mind as the severity if the situation dawned on me.
I didn't know I was shaking until Izzy held my hand and Saud to me in her coldest voice ever, "don't dare leave until you give that man a piece of your mind."
I looked down on her and nodded while giving her a wry smile. Izzy doesn't know how to comfort people but her words somehow brought warmth to my heart, atleast she cares.
Izzy then let go and swaggered out of the living room without looking back. A tired smile crept up my face and I shook my head, this gurl- her pride was sometimes huge as a corrupt politician's bank account.
But the moment she left, my brave front collapsed, the news was a real slap on the face. I wanted to call Archer and ask whatever was going on at that moment. Ask him whether this was some sort of prank or something. But I was scared.
I was scared that I would discover I was nothing but a game to him. Discover that I was a fool to believe all his sweet words and nothings. Scared that I would discover that I was nothing but another of his conquered playthings, now about to be added to his glorified collections.
"What if this is fake news and Archer is indeed honest with you?" I somehow thought but Archer's history makes it quite difficult to fully trust him.
Besides why hasn't he called me yet? Atleast, even if he can't explain things right now but just assure me, tell me everything is alright and I shouldn't worry much.
But nothing, not even a text.
I ended up going to my room, packing up my stuffs, my vision blurry with tears- I have made a fool out of myself again, why wasn't I that lucky in relationships? Why do I always end up used?
My hands began to shake again,my thoughts so scattered, I wasn't able to think rationally.
I screamed and swept everything on my study table to the ground and tossed my packing bag to the side, the folded clothes pouring out in all directions.
He lied to me- he said he was going to make my marriage life exciting. What a joke! I laughed. No wonder he hasn't yet out a ring on my finger, he was leading me on, playing me to the tune if his harp and I was fool to dance to the tune.
After some moments of sobbing and mentally reviewing facts, I clenched my fists and looked up with a renewed determination.
Fine, I will give him the benefit of doubt by waiting for him to return- if he would. And then I would gear the whole story from the horse's mouth and if it's as I thought, that this whole thing was just for fun, for his own amusement.
I'll gladly leave here without a look back with my head held high and swear never to have anything with the Archer's family ever again.
After spending the next minutes rearranging my stuffs that lay scattered in all directions- fat thanks to my mad fit earlier, I climbed into my bed and lay hoping to get some rest before Archer returned.
But curiosity wouldn't let me be and the next thing I knew, u had opened my phone browser, hoping to read the news in depth but I was shocked to get zero results when I searched for it.
I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me so I sat up abruptly and searched for the news againto no avail.
Rubbing my eyes to ensure I was seeing right, I stared at my phone screen once again and there was still no news. News that was trending all over the internet was no more, as if all posts had been deleted.
Suddenly,a flicjer of hope rise in my heart, could it be- ooh my God, Archer. It had to be him cause it was so strange that such trending news was cleared out of reach without trace
Could it be that it was fake news?
"Ooh my God!" I groaned running my hands through my hair.
I was a moron, an idiot, how could I have jumped into such conclusions? Thankfully, I was able to get my shit together and didn't do anything stupid.
I called Archer's line and I could connect at all making feel unease. I was no longer comfortable. I just wanted to confirm everything and get this suffocating lump off my chest.