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Contract of betrayal

BLURB: Elsa Norman thought that she could finally be closer to the one man she ever loved by agreeing to a contract marriage, but she was fully disappointed. She finds out that she was pregnant which was against the contract and that her husband Alvin Baron was having an affair her sister. Heartbroken, she decided she would move in without her family and find a peaceful life with Gabriel McMillan. But after some years, he husband regrets and wants her back. Not only her, but his kids too. Will she be able to forgive him
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Chapter 4

ELSA POV

“You’re fired.” Those words rang in my ear like a bell. I couldn’t believe I just got fired from my job because of my sister.

This job was everything to me. I remembered how I got a letter stating that I been offered a job at Baron and Claire, I was happy because this was an opportunity to be near Alvin.

But he never considered me as anything till this very day. I was the perfect wife to pretend at day that we were just a boss and colleague and them perform my wifely duties at night.

I didn’t pay attention to the road as thoughts ran through my head until I bumped into someone. I almost fell but the person was quick enough to grab me and when I stared into the eyes of whose hands I was, I froze.

Gabriel Mcmilian.

What was he doing in New York?

“Hello Elsie.” He said with a smile as he watch me try to find my balance. I comported myself not wanting to see how surprised I was to see him.

“Surprised?”

Of course I was. Grabriel and I had been classmate right from high school down to college. He had tried so much to prove that he was a better guy than Alvin but I never gave him the chance.

Now, I’m filled with regret as I stare at this handsome man with chiseled jaws. His hair, low and dark as always. He really looked like a model.

“You know my name is Elsa and not Elsie.”

“Of course, i just like seeing your reaction whenever I call you Elsie. It’s been long, how have you been.”

“You’re still annoying.” I said with a small smile.

“Yeah. Where are you heading to? I can drop you off.” He said already gesturing to where he parked his car. I did want to turn him down but one mind kept telling me to give him a chance.

After all, what could be the worst that can happen. Already, the man that I love is in his office enjoying with my sister.

“12b avenue road. That where I’ll be stopping” I didn’t give him the exact address because I didn’t want him coming over as he pleased.

I speak from an experience. Grabriel was one in a million who would do anything to get what he wants. I wished Alvin was like that.

“So did you end up with Alvin?” He said once he started the ignition. I knew this question was coming.

“Is that why you offered me a lift? To prey on my personal life?”

“No, don’t get me wrong Elsie. I just wanted to know if your happy with him.” He said I could that he was genuinely concerned but I refused to say anything.

The drive was quiet and awkward for a while before I finally spoke up.

“My marriage is fine, thank you for asking.” I said and looked out the window not wanting to breakdown or get asked other questions.

“I’ve got a business proposal. You know how you loved to make jewelries? I’ve got a position and I wanted someone skilled to handle it.

“And you think I am skilled enough?”

“Cmon Elsie. I want you as a partner to grow my new company. Just come to the art studio when you get the chance to and see some designs I created.” He begged.

I nodded in agreement because for once, someone realized what I liked.

I once used to create drawing of jewelries but my stepmother kept burning them and my father didn’t want me to have a job of my own.

To him, being the perfect house wife was better. Even when I accepted the job offer from Alvin’s company he was pissed but Alvin managed to calm him down.

“Here is my card, call me anytime you are free.” That was the last words he spoke before I stepped down of his car. I watched as his car speed off.

Riel Jewelry Collection.

That was the name of his company. But why go into the jewelry business. I could recall that he had the biggest oil company in New York and across the globe.

Well, it wasn’t good to keep all your eggs in one basket, I told myself.

I went about my usual routine when I get home from work. Once more, I took the test results from my bag trying to convince myself that it was time to tell Alvin about the children.

“Who were you with outside the company building today?”

I scrambled to hide the test results back in my bag at the sound of Alvin’s voice.

“What are you trying to hide?” He said as he strolled around the back of the sofa to face me.

“It’s none of your business.” I said to him not even looking his way.

“Well, you didn’t answer my first question.”

“Why is that your problem? You can worry about who I move with but I can’t?”

“Stop this Elsa, I have every right because you are my wife.”

“You’re contracted wife Alvin don’t forget.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you signed the contract.”

Every blood in my vain froze. So, really I was just a game to him.

“If you’re so much interested in who I was with then listen, that was Grabriel and he just gave me a job offer.”

“You can’t accept it.”

“You can’t be serious Alvin. Remember I lost my job today and I need another job. I’ve gotten one and so, you should be happy for me.”

“You can’t work with him.” He said again with a frown on his face.

“You don’t get to dictate my life anymore. I’ve found a job that clicks with my passion and I won’t be giving it up. Not for you especially.” My stomach began to rumble again, I grabbed my bag and run down to the toilet.

“What are you hiding from me Elsa.” I heard Alvin shout out from behind me as I ran.

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