The Marriage Contract

Juliet's Point of view

On my arrival at the London Dockland hospital, I walked in very fast through the big transparent door, and without wasting any time, I quickly approached one of the nurses behind the desks; she was in her normal top and blue jeans, but I'd seen her the first day I rushed my mom there; I guess she's off duty.

"Nurse, I'm Juliet Jones; my mother is here for a kidney surgery. We came here together the day before yesterday. Please, where is the cashier's office so that I can pay for it?" I questioned in a low tone; I was filled with excitement and so anxious on the spot.

"Wait, you are Miss Juliet Jones?" She asked in a low and suspicious tone,

"Yes, why did you ask?" I questioned in a tense mood, and my eyes widened as I awaited her response. I don't want to think of bad turns.

"Doctor Frank has been trying to reach you, and I think..." I cut her words short, "You think what? Where is it?" I asked her immediately, in a haste to hear whatever she's about to convey.

"Take it easy; let's go to his office together before you make payment." She said in a low tone, and I can see she finally persuaded me, as I followed behind her to Doctor Frank's office.

As we were going, we stumbled on Doctor Frank along the way. Juliet, you are here?" He looks so shocked to see me; I guess he never expected me to make it with the money on time.

"What are you sounding discouraged about, Doctor? What's going on? Where the heck is my mom?" I inquired harshly.

He tapped the nurse to go back to her post, and then he slowly walked closer to me, with his face etched with confusion.

"Juliet, you see, I love the fact that you stood by your mother during her adversities; she will forever be grateful, but I like to..." He spoke gently before I paused him again.

"Cut the crap; I'm no kid, so stop speaking in tongues. Where the heck is my mom?" I asked and continued,

"Don't fucking waste any time; I have the complete money now, so go on with the surgery and make sure she's safe." I declared and took out my phone, trying to open the Monument Bank app to get ready for the payment.

"We lost her, Juliet." He spoke sternly, but I pretended not to hear what he just said.

"Show me where to make the payment. Where is the donor? I guess he or she is still here to receive the money." I asked, ignoring his last statement.

"Your mother died, Juliet; we tried our possible best." He declared sharply, and this time his words sent a quick shiver throughout my whole body.

I felt like I had been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of my chest. My eyes widened in shock, and I stumbled backward, as if trying to escape the painful truth. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to stifle a sob.

"What?" I stuttered, my voice trembling. "No, that can't be... Mom was fine; I just talked to her yesterday..." My words trailed off, replaced by uncontrollable weeping.

I collapsed into a nearby chair, overcome with grief, as Doctor Frank's words echoed in my mind like a cruel mantra: "I'm so sorry... Your mother didn't make it..."

"Ahh! No, no, it can't be. Take me to my mom right now." I demanded, with tears streaming down my eyes, while I kept on dragging his lab coat and the telescope from his neck, full to the ground.

"I'm so sorry, Juliet; she gave up her ghost to rest." Doctor Frank said.

After a few minutes, the hospital staff wheeled in the stretcher, and I felt my world crumbling around me. I couldn't bear the thought of seeing my mother's lifeless body. The sound of the wheels creaking, the rustle of the hospital sheets, and the antiseptic smell of the hospital all blended together to create a sense of surreal horror.

I tried to turn away, but my eyes seemed glued to the stretcher. My mother's face was pale and still, her eyes closed as if in peaceful sleep. But I knew it was just an illusion. My mother was gone.

A sob racked my body, and I stumbled forward, reaching out to touch my mother's hand. It was cold and stiff, but I held onto it tightly, as if trying to will life back into it.

"Why?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Why did you have to leave me?" She lay lifeless and couldn't give me any response.

"You need to give her a befitting burial, so sorry, Juliet." Doctor Frank said and left me rolling on the floor as they took my mother to the morgue.

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After a week of soberness and unhappiness, I woke up on the 8th day to a message from Mr. George; it was as if he had been waiting for my mother to die; part of me felt like he had something to do with her death.

I felt like I had been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. The message on my phone seemed to burn with an inner fire, reminding me of the commitment I had made with that animal boss of mine. A commitment that now felt like a trap.

The MARRIAGE CONTRACT. The wedding. It all felt so surreal, like a bad dream I couldn't wake up from. I had agreed to the arrangement to secure my family's financial problem, to ensure my mother's medical bills were paid. But now, with my mother gone, the whole thing felt pointless.

And yet, I was bound by the contract. I had signed on the dotted line, promising to marry Mr. George Watson himself and not his son.

A man I had never had feelings for, never had thoughts of having with him in my entire life, a man who was now expecting to marry me in just two days' time.

Panic set in, threatening to overwhelm me. What was I going to do? I couldn't just go through with the wedding, not now. But I couldn't back out either, not without facing the consequences. The contract was clear: if she failed to fulfill my obligations, I would lose everything.

I felt trapped, caught between a rock and a hard place. And with the wedding just two days away, I knew I had to make a decision, fast.

"Everything you need to wear on that day has been bought. I'll send my driver to get you tomorrow evening; be ready. Bye, love." The last paragraph of the message shocked me so much.

This is moving faster than a moving train; what is he going to do with me? Why is he so much in a rush to get me married to him? Why just two days after my mother's burial? Many questions remained unanswered in my mind.

All of a sudden I was startled by the sudden knock on the door, and my heart skipped a beat as I went to the door hole just to see Mark standing on my porch.

How did he know where I lived? I hadn't told him, and I was certain I had kept my address private.

But before I could ask him any questions, Mark flashed his charming smile and entered, "You must be surprised to see me, anyway. As an investigative officer, I have my ways of getting information, remember?" He mused thoughtfully in a low tone.

He stepped inside, his eyes scanning my living room as if searching for clues. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that Mark was more than just a handsome stranger—he was a skilled investigator with a keen mind.

"What are you doing here, Mark?" I asked, trying to sound calm despite the turmoil inside.

Mark's expression turned serious, and he said, "I know about the LOAN you came to the bank for; how's your mother now?" He asked, and, facing my head downward, I know he must have missed her death since she isn't a celebrity mother.

"She's dead." I spoke sternly, and he remained silent and felt embarrassed for asking me.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." He said, I just came to say hello and know where you stay.

At that moment the atmosphere changed, and we only talked a little about school and where I work. At that moment I found myself drawn to him, helpless again. I thought the Monument Bank was the last time I would see or feel this way.

"Hell no." He brought his charm and handsomeness that radiated, sending a shiver down my spine, I felt like i was gonna lay with him again, the way he smiled back at me makes wanna jump on his legs, kiss his soft lips emotionally, I could really need a sex to free me from depression right now.

I'm certain he must be feeling the same way, and Alps has something to tell me, but he became uneasy after hearing about my mother's death; his heart must be filled with guilt about what he did to me the night I gave my virginity to him.

Flashback

A few years back in London Dockland high school, we were both in 200 level; we never knew the bond between us was serious; we never understood what we were really trying to do while we started dating. Olivia Gaus, my best friend, was never in support of my relationship with him, but my heart skipped a beat whenever I'm with him, making it so difficult for me to leave him.

He had been longing to have sex with me ever since we started dating, but I kept on changing his mind with a few techniques I learned from Olivia and her fiancé. I'd rather suck his dick and make him release his sperm on my forehead than give him my virginity, but a night changes everything.

I arrived at his place that beautiful night on Wednesday after I lied to my best friend Olivia that I would be having a night class alone in the hostel.

"Ding!" I pressed on the doorbell of his room so hard, and he quickly came out to me. When he did, I lost focus when I saw his body dipped in water from his head to his toes; his naked broad chest got me hooked for a few seconds before I glanced downward, and my eyes couldn't move when they saw his hard dick shaped out in his shorts, in between his thighs, sending a shiver down my whole body.

"Hmm!" I sighed, my voice soft and firm as I swallowed my esophagus three times.

"Welcome, Juliet, please come in." He opened the door widely for me to enter, and without hesitation I stepped into the dimly lit room, and then he closed the door behind me.

"Sorry! I was in the bathroom when you arrived." He pleaded in a low tone, but my eyes became red from blush, my cool gaze fixed on him; I couldn't control my urge again. He gave me a warm hug to show his sorrow for keeping out while he was bathing, but at that instant our bodies remained glued, and neither of us was ready to let the other person loose.

He began with a lips-to-lips kiss, then proceeded and removed my blue short gown, leaving me with only my red bra and red pant; he carried me with his two hands and landed my back on the soft sofa in his room; he gently removed my pant and threw it on the marbled tiled floor; at first I stopped him thinking he wanted to insert his dick into my pussy, but he has other plans.

He used his mouth to do the job for him; he began lick my pussy like a lollipop for a few minutes, and I had an orgasm filled at the entrance of my pussy, which later hindered his easy entry deep inside me.

"Ahh!" I exclaimed in pain, which left his face so shocked with my reactions, and when he saw a light blood stain on his dick and on his sofa.

"I'm so sorry, Jul." He wanted to plead but I used my hand to block him from speaking, then I slowly slot his dick inside by myself. He began to jerk me continously, and my orgasm continue to come, he fucked me four times, and I felt the night should never end again.

After that night I never thought he would travel without notifying me, and he never contacted me when his parents took him away from London to California.

END OF FLASHBACK

If he had summoned the courage and ask for my forgiveness to fix things with me, i would love that, but even if he did, it's too late now, by tomorrow I would be a Wife to Mr George and I'll never see him again.

"Go! Goodbye, Mark Thomas." I said inwardly to myself, I know I had to face this cruel world alone without him.