100 Days Marriage Contract

ARYAN'S POV

"If I'm to get you right, Mr. Darth, you'd like Two A's Investment to invest in your company when we already own three percent as a shareholder in it," I asked again, just to be sure of what this man is proposing as an offer to me.

"Yes, Mr. Alvarez," he responded with a cheeky smile. What does he take me for? A child?

"But what's the point of watering a withering plant? Your company has lost so much stock in the market, in just two days. Why should we invest in a company whose fate is sealed already? Do you take us for a joke?"

"But..." he tried to say, but I cut him short.

"There'd be no further discussion on this, Mr. Darth. And this discussion is null," I replied to him and massaged my temples. It is exhausting.

"Your father would have agreed to this," Mr. Darth blurted.

This again. I shot him a glance, and he swallowed hard.

"I dare you to say that again!"

"Victor Alvarez! He's the Chairman of Two A's Investment. You can't make decisions for him," he replied and went pale.

"No." I added, "I am his son. All cubs grow to be the next lion and hunt, don't you think?"

It took every inch of me not to punch this old fart in his face. I'll pass instead.

"Meeting dismissed. Have a nice day ahead everyone," I dismissed everyone and exited the company immediately, heading to my car.

"Sir Alvarez, You have a call,"

"Who is it?" I'm having a terrible day already. Who wants to piss me off more?

"Aaron, your father's secretary, sir,"

"Put him on the line."

"Aryan!" He exclaimed, his voice sounding worried.

"What's the matter? Report please."

"I'm afraid there's a problem! Your father just had another attack! He's also convulsing at the moment," he reported.

"To the mansion," I ordered.

"No, don't come to the mansion. We're on our way to the hospital! You can meet us there."

"To the hospital then!" I replied and hung up.

"Can't you move faster?!" I was getting agitated. My father's attack could be scarier than it sounded.

"Sir, the traffic regulation...The law!!!"

"I am the fucking law! Now move Faster, you fool!" I ordered, and he made a sharp U-Turn and faced the lane that led to the hospital.

Oh fuck!

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ROSEANNE'S POV

"I'm here to see the patient in Ward 3, please. Grant me access,"

"Oh, are you perhaps Roseanne Jones, patient Luca's sister?"

'Of course I am,' I told myself, mentally rolling my eyes.

"Yes, I am," I smiled.

"Okay, you may go see him. But please remember not to make physical contact with any of the objects that could be contaminated. And do not adjust the settings of any of the machines. The doctor will attend to you soon," the nurse left the ward entrance and made way for me.

Nothing stings more than seeing your only family in a sick bed with little hope of living. Even the pain of being stabbed doesn't hold a candle to this.