Married to the God of Death

"What took you so long to open the door?" A thick baritone voice snapped.

The chauffeur pulled the doorknob, carefully revealing the tall and handsome man who had spoken.

His lips pressed together as he sat still. His eyes; fierce...daunting.

"I'm sorry sir.." The words traced from the chauffeur's lips with his hands clasped to his side.

The car had parked in front of the large and sophisticated hotel owned by Martin Roberts, the youngest and wealthiest billionaire.

He arranged his tuxedo suit as he walked into the building, his shades sitting pretty on his face.

"Good evening sir!!" The receptionist's voice reached his ears as he sauntered in.

He ignored her like a plague, his head held upright.

Greetings poured in from every angle, commanding great respect with every step he took. Well, he was Martin's Roberts and had just arrived in Vegas for the party that night.

"It's nice having you here, Mr. Martins.." a middle-aged woman walked up to him, grinning from ear to ear.

Martins smiled, accepting her outstretched hand. "I must commend the organizers of tonight's party.."

He had barely completed the words when someone bumped into him. His phone fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Stunned and taken aback, he slid his gaze onto the culprit. "Have you no manners, or are your eyes only for fancy?"

A young lady of about twenty years stood beside him, her eyes flickering incessantly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you."

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"You didn't mean to hit me?" The words trailed out of his lips. They were much more tender this time.

She ogled hard at him, muttered some incoherent words, and dashed off.

Martins was shocked.

Never in his entire life had anyone acted so unruly to him. His eyes remained on her until she vanished into thin air.

"Have you any idea who she is?"

The woman shook her head. "No sir, I do not."

Martin's lips remained pressed together. "I need you to gather every information you can about her.."

Confused, she nodded her head. "Alright, sir. I'll get to it at once."

*****

Jasmine stood still as tears trickled down her face.

After rushing out to pick a call from the hospital where her mother was, she now found it difficult to return to the hall.

"Your mother needs the surgery right away, else she's going to die," the doctor's words uttered seconds ago, rang in her ears.

Her mother was all she had. She couldn't watch her die, no matter what.

Two million, and all she had gathered was a quarter of the amount. A full-blown month of working her soul out only to gather that?

Life- It had absolutely no meaning to her anymore. She kept pushing with the hope that things would get better.

"Jasmine!!" She heard someone call her name from the blues. Quickly, she dabbed her face with her hand and adjusted herself.

A young man walked up to her. His brows creased a bit. "Why do you look like you've been crying?'

He was her supervisor.

"Crying? Nah!! I just had something in my eyes, sir.."

The man didn't seem convinced. "Are you sure about that?"