The CEOS imperfect wife

It was impossible!

It was absurd!

He refused to believe what they had done to him, it was unheard of, a twinge of pain struck in his chest, those fuckers couldn't call themselves family.

They were being unfair.

He had his gaze straight ahead he seemed to take it all in, in reality, he wasn't seeing anything specific. Because he refused to break those images that sprouted in his memory like a projected screen, he found himself in the yard of his old house he saw his parents laughing, he saw them hugging him, them playing in the snow, he blinked repeatedly refusing to lose that memory.

It's been a long time, if they were there.

They wouldn't do that to him.

His parents wouldn't make him.

When she stood next to him she barely managed to comprehend what was happening, her wedding, she was there with that guy to get married.

It was a bad joke that she had to marry someone she didn't love, someone she didn't even seem to care that she had come to the ceremony, because she didn't even turn to look at him. She sighed in frustration at that bad luck. Maybe she should have fought harder, so she could wait for her childhood sweetheart.

"What?!" my shouting didn't make her flinch, I was to marry a stranger, among my plans were not to dress in white and wear fancy heels. "You're kidding!"

My grandfather remained expressionless just like always.

It might seem like I was exaggerating but it was my life we were talking about, I was going to graduate from college in two months and they express so causal that the wedding was to be moved up.

"You see me laughing."

"What?"

"In two months" grandpa must have been playing games, his palpable sarcasm didn't help much either, what the hell was going on, at first thinking of a plan was optional now he had to speed it up and run away "We have already agreed on terms, you must give them a child" sentencing seemed like his best specialty.

"Is it any of my business if he..."

"If you can't even do that right" he spat spitefully, sometimes I forgot they were my own family. "I requested among the terms that if there is no heir, they can use artificial insemination."

"That's absurd."

My voice was barely audible.

I didn't believe what I was hearing, I should marry someone just because grandfather has already given his approval on a path where love will not exist.

Bringing my hands to my hair was indispensable.

What the hell was going on!

I was in a bad game, they must have a camera to indicate they were playing, no, this was real. I was to be joined with an unknown man.

If there was more time I could run away from home, hide for a while and get a job. That dream seemed so far away. At least I needed to graduate to get a job with the best company that would feed me for the rest of my days.

"I won't take it!" vociferating didn't help either.

Grandpa slammed his crystal glass on the floor.

"It's not in your possession," he pointed at me. His face looked so terrifying. Where would I be left with my desire to pursue my childhood love, where would those words from that day be left. "You will" "You think I spent my money these years because I was bored."

Sure, that was the truth.

My parents are already dead.

Who wouldn't want to take advantage of that opportunity?

Would these merciless beings have mercy, wouldn't they, my eyes felt stinging indicating that I would be on the verge of tears if I didn't get the hell out of there. I would look more humiliating. I tensed my jaw refusing to look any weaker in front of the master of the house.