The Hated Millionaire Heir

Proposal

His eyes glimpsed and his lashes flashed as he woke up that early morning, “Its 6:30”, he whispered brushing his eyes with his palms. He scanned the master bedroom and stared at the hanging chandelier, he sighed out heavily and rose slightly leaning on the bed’s edge. Sam was discharged early the previous day and his wife happily brought him home where he has slept for the past twelve hours. The white thick sheets were cozy on his feet while his vest warmed his chest, his wife however, was fully tucked for she had much lighter clothing and was still asleep. Calmly he brushed the covers over to his wife and placed his legs on the tiled floor, he walked to the window and pulled the curtains open. The orange yellow horizon was magnificent and the artistic brushes of the clouds was a beauty, Sam opened the windows and the immediate smooth cold breeze kissed his face and the melodies of the birds perked on his garden trees echoed in his drums. Amidst his state he was unaware of the ambush to come, how the hands crawled closer till he was trapped in the grasp of his wife’s tight arms. “Morning dear.” She greeted kissing his muscular back and rested her head, “Morning.” He answered looking out on the scenery beyond, he grasped his wife’s fingers and raised them to his chest and simultaneously they breathed out both in utter silence.

The family gathered at the table, cups filled with milk tea and a large plate piled with warm baked muffins was the meal’s menu, “Hope you enjoy.” Elizabeth echoed from the kitchen. It was a good morning for the Kangs, the first good morning they had since the week-old drawback, Mary woke up early as she normally did and helped her mother in cooking the family’s morning meal. It took about half an hour for the plate to be swept clean and the mugs drunk dry, “It was amazing dear. Thank you.” He appreciated his wife. Elizabeth strode to the kitchen glamoured by the praise of her husband, “I still got it.” She teased clearing the dishes in the sink. Mary filled as well thanked her mother for the meal and readied herself for work. She pampered her makeup and hung her occasional diamond earrings, she took some glances on the height sized mirror and concluded after several turns that she was ready. Bare footed she walked down the steps her purse hanging from her shoulder her pony tailed hair swaying with each descend. Passing through the kitchen she kissed her mother and bid her farewell her mother kissing her back moistening her cotton wavy top, she hugged her father and bid him as well and went for her flats on the shoe rack inches from the door.

“You going to work?” he asked, “Yes I am.” She answered reaching for her shoes, meanwhile her dad was admitted Mary often disappeared giving the excuse she was handling the company’s business; however, Sam did a little digging. While he was admitted he interacted often with many visitors most of who were his business associates, they would wish him quick recovery, brief him on the management issues, and other business-related topics. Meetings were temporarily held at conference rooms in random hotels across the region and surprising enough the superior who officiated these meetings was Rocky and not his daughter. “Dad I am having a meeting later today I have to leave. Quick recovery, I love you.” She wished as she left the ward, minutes after Mary’s departure Rocky walked in with flowers tied by a yellow rope. “This is for you.” He announced handing the bouquet to Elizabeth who smiled and thanked, “How you doing sir?” he asked approaching his senior’s bed. “Quite better.” He acclaimed raising himself slightly. “That’s good to hear sir.” He said tucking his hands in his pockets, “Aren’t you supposed to have a meeting today. Like one hour from now in this…” he paused thumping his head with his thumb hoping to remember the name of the hotel her daughter mentioned, “Peacock hotel.” Elizabeth reminded, “… yes that hotel.” He finished. “Sir we have no meetings scheduled for today nor tomorrow. Our next meeting is on Thursday. Three days from now.” Rocky informed, his utterances made the two parents in the room back to their former state, panic and worry. “What do you mean you have no meeting my daughter said there was a meeting.” He contradicted, “Sir I assure you there is no meeting. I haven’t met up with your daughter when I was walking in here but I saw her car in the parking.” Rocky muttered. “How many meetings have you held?” Sam asked, “By now counting eight.” He stated, “And has my daughter been in any of those meetings?” he posed again, “No sir.” He simplified his answer. “That cannot be she always tells us she is attending a meeting almost three times in one day there has to be a problem!” Elizabeth broke, “Madam we have one meeting every day. I have the report with me and have all the attendees and what we discussed.” He paused pulling his phone from his pocket. “Is this everyone who attended?” he asked, “I wrote those down myself, yes that is everyone.” He finished. Elizabeth placed the flowers on a table beside her, she bent and clamped her hands together, with evident worry on her face she began mummering inaudible words, Sam turned and shut his eyes and finally he asked the last and most vulnerable question. “So, my daughter has never attended any of the meetings?” he asked, his eyes were shut and faced the ceiling above him, “Yes sir I am confident. Your daughter hasn’t reported in ever since the fire incident.” He reassured his superior tucking his phone in his pocket.

“Dear I am asking you again and be honest with me. Where are you going?” Sam repeated, his voice was harsh and his stature was as well, Elizabeth foresaw the immediate future and dropped the rough scrubber in the sink and walked to the living room rubbing her wet hands on one of the sofas covers. Mary froze and recollected her thoughts, lastly she saw her father this serious was a decade ago and she wasn’t the cause of it, backing up she pulled her purse on her thighs and bowed her head sighing loudly. She thought on how to say it, how to drop it gently, but the truth was never gentle for anybody. The reality was Mary never attended any so-called meetings instead she would have frequent visits to Georgez where she would drink her problems away and cry till she was forced to leave. “Darling we are aware you haven’t been attending any meetings.” Her mother calmly broke the silence, Elizabeth brushed over her daughter’s hands and gently she raised her chin till both eyes were locked, “We want to know where you were. Your dad and I love you and we can never judge you okay.” She assured. Bringing her to the sofa opposite her father’s, Mary sat beside her mother and was yet to speak, she had ideas on cooking various stories but once again that would be a temporary cloud holding the heavy stone from hitting the ground, she knew the truth would hurt but it was the only thing to set her free.

It took courage but eventually she confessed her dirty secret, she reasoned her actions as an output of the dilemma she had, “I didn’t know what to do.” She broke down on her mother’s lap. “Hush dear. Hush.” She calmed her crying daughter; she brushed her fingers in her hair sympathetic with her child. “You should have told us we could have found another way.” Sam issued, his daughter was his favorite and the actions she did because he was in hospital bothered him a lot, “Calm down dear. Look at me stop crying.” She murmured repeatedly. Elizabeth brushed the tears on her daughter’s eyes and handed her a napkin on which she blew her nose, “We understand okay. If he loves you as he says, he will come around all men do.” She assured her holding her hands with a calm face. “If he doesn’t we will find a way out.” His father ushered. Both parents felt guilty for their daughter’s actions, they were aware of her silence to cave her buggering thoughts but to this extent was really concerning so the Kangs might lose their company but not their family, both parents made sure of that. Amidst the silence that sunk after Mary was composed and settled on her mother’s lap her phone made a ding sound, a message popped on the screen, Mary slowly rose and reached for the phone in her purse while her mother supported her shoulders. She switched on the phone and she suddenly gasped, “Who is it?” her mother asked concerned with her daughter’s reaction, “Its Ricky.” She mentioned reading the message word by word for the third time.

“This is a blue diamond encrusted necklace with gold bearings on each.” The employee advertised, “How much is it?” he asked, “The price tag is underneath it, sir.” He directed, the man in a black suit and black shades bent to view the wooden crated block with a manilla paper nailed to it written on it an infinite number of zeros. “I will take it.” The client acclaimed, pulling his credit card from his suit pocket he handed it over to the employee on the other side of the glass display, “For the necklace.” He informed passing the credit to a fellow employee who passed it to the cashier at the far end of the room. “Just a moment.” The employee excused himself, “Welcome and how may I help you sirs.” He addressed the casually dressed men who just walked in. “Yes um I would like to buy a ring.” The first gentleman suggested, “Right this way.” He muttered, moving to the opposite side of the previous client was a display of rings in hand sized casings. “Which would you like sir?” the employee asked brushing his hands on the display, “Um which kind is this?” he asked pointing at a certain ring in a black box case. “This is a diamond crafted ring with a green Mauli gem.” He described, “And what about this one?” the other gentleman asked pointing at another ring in a white casing, “That is a silver and red Mauli gem infused ring.” He described. “Excuse me sirs I will be right back.” The lad excused himself, leaving to return the suit client his credit card the two gentlemen were left to choose and hopefully come with a common choice. “Welcome and come back again.” He ushered handing the gentlemen his purchase in a small white shopping bag, “I will.” The client promised receiving the bag and exiting the shop. “What have you decided gentlemen?” the employee asked back to his two lads, “We are having trouble choosing.” One embarrassingly admitted, “What is the ring for an engagement, a party, a gift?” he posed, “An engagement.” They simultaneously ushered. “Then may I suggest this.” He informed, bending slightly he opened a slide from his side and pulled a casing from inside the display and placed it on top, “How much is it?” one asked, “Never mind we will pay.” The other interfered, “Excellent let me make the arrangements.” The employee congratulated moving away for the two lads to examine they costly reward. “Do you think she will like it?” he asked, “Yes, any woman would.” He assured him, he scanned the ring and calmly he placed it on the display and looked at the time, “Its noon.” He whispered to himself. Things were going as planned, if what he was thinking would happen then the biggest surprise was yet to come.

She drove down the highway with moderate speed, she indicated the left blinker on her car and glanced on her rear-view mirror, assured she turned her steering wheel and stepped on the gas pedal slightly and eventually was on the direction she needed to be. As she neared the parking area, she pulled out her phone and unlocked it, sliding to the messages section she dropped down her window and handed the top message on her phone to the parking officer. “Go on.” He granted, Mary tucked the phone in her pocket as she drove in and parked beside a Mercedes van. She switched off her engine and held the keys with her left hand, she rested her head on the seat and closed her eyes, she was aware that this could be the best or worst day and she would live with it to her last breath, “Amen.” She finished her prayer as she walked out and locked the door. She walked down the pavement and down the stairs past the guards on the entrance, her purse on her shoulder and her flats on she crossed the clear road and took a pause at the glass door with a coffee mug draw on it. She took a heavy breath in and walked inside the restaurant, she scanned the heads seated and standing for her meetup and nervously she noted the young lad in a black shirt with his head bowed down.

“Coffee for two.” He ordered the tensed waitress with a scribbled paper with five orders from different tables, “I’m glad you made it.” He softly said reaching for her hand. Mary was unsure of what to say but smile awkwardly, she rested her purse on the table as she rested her hands on her thighs. Still unsure of what they were, fearful that she was not as important as she thought she would she rethought coming here, “I can’t.” she apologized. Grabbing her purse she prepared herself to leave but just then he rears flicked at the echo of his cry, “Please stay. I know why you want to go and I am not stopping you. But before you do let me show you that I am serious about us.” He pleaded holding both her hands. Love glued both together so despite her fears love was prosperous than all, letting go of her purse she turned to him giving him her full attention, “Thank you.” He said holding her hands tighter with a smile on his face.

“Here is your coffee.” A waitress issued placing the two mugs on the table. “Thank you.” He said as the waitress left for another table, Ricky was yet to act by his words but Mary was patient enough, she was patient for their relationship she won’t give it up now. “Mary I...”, “Whoops!” he gasped in sudden surprise, one of the waitresses had accidently tripped and a slice of pie painted his face. The sudden chaos disrupted the moment, “Let me look for a tissue.” Mary exclaimed, reaching for her purse she hurriedly brushed searching for the silk sheet and turned her back in the process. Eventually she found it and sighing gladly she turned saying, “Here it is.”.

The sight was unbelievable, he was down on his knee with a circular case with a ring in a pillow case inside it, his face covered in pie, he pushed the table slightly and there he said the words, “Mary will you marry me?”.