Special Bride To The Alpha

Amelia Morgan is a talented artist, she is so passionate about her craft, the referrals she gets from clients tells of her passion fuelled into her craft but the pay she receives were nothing to compensate her for. Her dreams were overshadowed by a burden that seemed to grow heavier than what she could bear. The thoughts of her debts always weighed her down and the thoughts of how to assist her parents in her little way made her almost want to give up in pursuing her dreams.

She had borrowed money to get almost all that she wanted to pursue her dream but in a way or the other, the money goes to her parents.

In her small apartment, Amelia sat on her worn-out chair, her paintbrush held loosely in her hand. Her mind, however, was clouded with different thoughts from different angles. Bills piled up, list of Jobs with little pay stare at her, their unpaid debts reminders interupting her every thought.

The weight of her financial struggle seemed too heavy to crush her down. Amelia had taken loans to pursue her art education, purchase her equipments and had hoped her talent would pave the way to success. But the art world was unforgiving, and her works, though admired, hadn't gained the attention she had expected, she was getting enough jobs but the pay she got wasn't what she wanted.

She sighed, putting her paintbrush down, her eyes drifted towards a stack of unopened letters. She knew they were likely filled with overdue notices and demands for payment. Avoiding them wouldn't make the problem disappear, but the fear of facing her financial reality was so scary.

Amelia's heart sank as she recalled the sacrifices she had made to pursue her passion. Countless nights she had worked odd jobs, some of which were free just to get referrals, sacrificing sleep and social activities to make ends meet. But no matter how hard she tried, the debts kept accumulating, dragging her deeper into a never-ending cycle of debts.

A knock on the door interrupted Amelia's thoughts. She almost jumped from the chair since she wasn't expecting any visitor. With carefulness, she rose up and took steps to the door, she opened the door to find a tall man in a suit, holding a brown envelope.

"Amelia Morgan?" he asked, his voice sharp and professional.

"Yes, that's me," she replied, her voice shaking.

The man handed her the envelope and said, "You've been served. You have fifty days to settle your outstanding debt or face the legal action."

Amelia's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the man turn and walked away, leaving her standing there, holding onto the envelope that held her financial debts.

Tears gathered up in Amelia's eyes as she sank to the floor, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness. Her dreams of becoming a renowned artist felt further out of reach, buried beneath the weight of her debts.

"No more running," she whispered to herself. "I won't let these debts define me." She said as she rose from the floor. She dropped the envelope on the table and headed into the room to have a change of clothes. "Not anymore! She exclaimed almost loudly, staring into the dim fainted mirror in front of her. She changed her clothes for almost eight times before she decided to go out with a long sleeve top on a blue jean trousers. She hurriedly combed and packed her hair to the left side, looked at the mirror again and dashed out without having a particular place in mind.

As she walked out of her apartment., She stood at the T-junction looking at the three roads as she tried to decide on what path to take. Out of frustration, she took the path in front of her and walked aimlessly until she got to the front of a bank. She stopped and looked at the bank as if she had never seen it before. The thought to go in and make an arrangement for a loan flashed through her mind. "Should I go in and apply for a loan to clear my debts?" She asked herself. " Or should I go and take a loan to pursue my dreams?" She asked herself as she faced the bank building head on.

She dropped her shoulders as she walked briskly closer to the gate, she raised her hand to invite the security to let her in, but just her phone rang. "My debt!" She shouted as she brought out her phone to check who it was. The caller ID says "Mr Ben". She took few steps away from the gate to answer the call.

"Good day, Mr Ben. She greeted quickly.

"You can keep that to yourself for now. I called you because of the agreement we had. What about it? He asked her, his voice firm and serious.

"Yeah...but...I...Mr Ben, I didn't know that things will turn out this way but I promise to...." She tried to say but she was interupted by him.

"Hold it Amelia, I don't want to regret what I did but I'm giving an extra 40 days to do the needful, if you don't do what is right, then be ready to face me. Bye for now and have a good day to start doing whatever pleases you!"

"It's not that...Sir Ben? Are you still there?" She asked as she glanced at her screen. "O my!" She exclaimed loudly. "Why did he end the call?"she asked as she bent, not minding that she was outside.

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Ethan Blackwood, the enigmatic billionaire CEO, sat alone in his spacious well furnished office, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a full view of the busy city below. The calmness and grandeur of his surroundings only served to heighten the weight of the expectations that bore down on his broad shoulders.

As he reviewed the latest financial reports of his global empire, Ethan's mind wandered to the dinner conversation he had endured the previous evening. It was a tense gathering with his overbearing parents. Their desire for him to settle down and produce children had reached a level he could no longer bear, their disapproval of his reasons he gave them was disapproving to them as they carefully chose words to counter his reasons.