CHAPTER SIX | MARRY ME, TIMOTHY
AMANDA WRIGHT
"What the hell is the meaning of this? Is this your sick way of getting revenge? Are you trying to force me into marrying you? What the hell are you trying to do." I ask once the fact that I have truly been kidnapped sinks into my slow head.
"Like I said, I was only making sure you are fine. I have no business with you and I would never hurt you. I was just moved after reading the news about your wedding disaster and decided to help you out. I knew you would be stranded." He explains slowly.
I don't believe a word that comes out of that beautifully sinful mouth. No one in this world and the next is this nice. There must be something in it for him. He can't just decide to help me for no reason at all, especially since I should have married me but I rejected him for someone way below his class.
He should despise me. He should want me dead. He should be so happy that karma is a fucking bitch and has decided to pay me back for the shit I did.
Finally finding my voice admits fear and nausea caused by paranoia, I speak. "I don't believe you. You're a fucking liar . So you are trying to make me believe that you kidnapped me just so you can help me because you apparently pity me? Does that make sense to you."
The black haired guy that I totally forgot is still in the room with his other friend suddenly speaks. "Technically, we didn't kidnap you. We were only trying to make things exist, you can go ahead and call it a prank."
I give him a look that basically screams that if he doesn't shut his dumbass mouth up, he might find himself in the mortuary while I end up in prison. "Do you go about drugging people, throwing them in your van, blindfolding them and holding them hostage? Do you really do that everyday for clout? For fun? As a prank? What sort of sick fucking prank is that?
While speaking, I try to make my voice calm and controlled but only end up screaming like a fucking maniac.
"Look, I was only trying to help you, you can leave whenever you want. I only told this idiots to make sure you don't get kidnapped or rapped or anything like that, to bad they didn't get the memo and became the fucking kidnappers."
Why would you just…oh, he's in love with me. This handsome human god is in love with me. That's the only explanation.
At first, I thought he wanted to marry me for a business merger with my Daddy's company but now I realise that he is just a lovestruck puppy.
I mean the guy can get any girl in any part of the world that would benefit him but he chose me.
I don't know much about him since I was mad at my parents for trying to force me into marrying him but from the research I made in my last year of college, he is the most eligible bachelor in the state…probably in the country.
He is worth billions of dollars, a hot body, a godlike face, a cold mysterious personality which for whatever reason I can't fathom, girls are obsessed with. But even with all this, there has never been a scandal between him and any lady, whether famous or not. He has never been seen with any lady on a date, all his deals with women are purely professional.
At a point, people even started to say he is gay but that thought was cancelled after he addressed the public and denied the fact.
It is either is really good at hiding his whores or he is impotent…maybe a celibate.
I know all these things about him because I was really curious about the guy I was betrothed to and wanted to know why and what he had that my parents…my mother wanted. I wasn't curious enough to look at his pictures though, I only checked one and I must say that the picture didn't do justice to his good looks in real life.
"So this isn't a revenge plan?" I ask again just to be sure.
"No, it isn't. You can stay here tonight and leave tomorrow morning. Or you can leave now if you want, it's your choice." He says.
One of my kidnappers tries to introduce himself to me but Timothy hits him on the head and drags him away. "You can stay in one of the guests' bedrooms, she'll take you there." He points to his maid that I didn't even notice before.
When I get to the guest room, I fall on the bed thinking I won't be able to sleep after the trauma I just went through. Fortunately, I fall asleep immediately, my head hits the bed and I sleep soundly.
The next morning, I wake up as early as possible hoping to leave his house as soon as possible, hopefully before he wakes up.
Apparently, my 'early' isn't early enough since I'm met with breakfast on the table and after inquiring from the maid, I'm told that Timothy has gone to work a long time ago.
Gratefully, I eat the food, take a shower and the maid brings some clothes. She informs me that they're Timothy's sister's clothes and he said I could take them.
I leave the mansion a few hours later and head straight to one of our family's friend's offices. The plan was simple: get a job there and then ask for advance payment.
I have never really had to work since my Daddy provides everything I need for me.
Heading to the company I am shocked to discover that I am not hired. Apparently, they don't need workers and even if they do, I can't be hired since I have no working experience and no skill.
Angrily, I leave the company and call other people I know. Unfortunately, they all reject me. I call my rich friends too and the same thing happens.
I call my family members and they all don't pick my call. I don't need anyone to tell me that my parents have asked everyone not to hire me. Even a small coffee shop refused to hire me. With the influence my parents have, I won't be able to get any job in my city and probably in the neighbouring cities.
I literally have nowhere to go and nothing to do with my life. Everyone has left me and no one wants to help me…except one person.
Having no other choice, I go back to Timothy Anderson's mansion, hoping and praying that he would defy my parents orders that every other person seems to be following blindly and give me a job.
A great plan suddenly came to my mind and I immediately knew I would go with the plan.
I'm going to ask Timothy Anderson to marry me. I am going to make him marry me.