The Bargain Presidents Slave Bride

"Is it over?" Racheal Rana asked

"Yes." Maxwell responded, and she ran into his arms happily. She hugged him tight, the moment felt surreal.

There had been rumors that the war that had raged the country for five years was coming to an end.

Even Maxwell, a palace guard high up in the presidential palace had told her as much, but it had been almost too much to hope for.

"It feels surreal. Now we can leave and really live" she said softly withdrawing from the embrace.

"That is what I came to talk to you about." Maxwell said.

"Really?" Racheal said, half jumping excitedly. "Would we leave today?" She asked in nervous excitement.

Maxwell led the way to one of the sofas in her luxuriously furnished room and sat down. She hurriedly followed and took a seat beside him.

She returned her gaze to his face expectantly. And for the first time, she had a feeling that something was terribly wrong.

"Maxwell" Racheal said with a little dread. He was avoiding her eyes, and he was sweating despite the cool air conditioning in her room.

"There is no good way to say this. I am calling this quits." He said.

"You are quitting your position." She said expectantly, because that had been the plan. He quits his position and they elope together to another country to start a family.

But the question sounded foolish even to her own ears. Maxwell would not look so uncomfortable if he was sticking to the plan.

"No. I am calling our relationship quits." He said, turning to finally face her. "We cannot go on with the plan."

Racheal felt herself caving in "You promised." She said, the feeling of being betrayed twisting her guts.

"You promised. This was what I had looked forward to for years, this is the only reason I went on living." She added. "You cannot change your mind."

"It's impossible. You will find some other man. You will find happiness." He said standing up.

"You swore you loved me, you promised to continue loving me." She said, feeling the heat of her unshared tears beginning to burn the back of her throat now.

"How can you love me and want to abandon me in this situation? Why give me a will to live and then take it away?" She asked angrily.

Then she paused, and her eyes widened. "Did someone find out about us, are you being threatened?" She asked moving close to him.

"No." He said forcefully, stepping back. He looked offended at her words.

"Then what is it? Why this sudden decision. I saw you two days ago and all was fine." She said in frustration.

"Was it?" He asked with a bitter smile.

"Maxwell, why are you acting this way? Please tell me." She said, and lost control over her tears. They flowed freely, but she felt no shame, this was still Maxwell.

This was Maxwell who knew her darkest thoughts and the depth of her embarrassing reality.

She finally came to the realisation.