My Dream Marriage

“Neera, I swear to you that I am going to open this case and whatever that family took from my family, will be brought back. And as for you Neera, the death of my grandma wouldn’t have to be paid for by an innocent person. You are going to get back what your grandfather worked hard for and your father as well. Those shares, the house and the bad name that was tainted by that family.”

“Aniston, I am ready to fight for everything that was lost, I must regain all of it. That family made my life a living hell for something their forefathers committed. But why are you helping me? You have done so much for me and now this. How am I gonna repay you? I know, when I get rich after reclaiming my father’s house then I will repay you.”

“I don’t need you to repay me Neera. I can do for you anything as long as you let me,” he says, still looking into my eyes deeply. “Why, Aniston?”

“Because I like you Neera,” he says quickly. “What?” “Yes and my feelings for you started since the first time I saw you. The day you fainted at my company, I wanted to pursue you but I found out that you got married later when I attended your wedding. Even after that I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I don’t know what to say about this Aniston.”

“You don’t have to say anything. There is no rush. First things first, I need to talk to my lawyers. There are four cases to crack. First, that family has to pay for my grandmother’s death and give the Aniston family what they took away. Second, whatever belonged to Mr Brown must be given back. Third, your house that rightfully belonged to you, every penny they got from selling that house is going to be given back. I must thank you because your coming here wasn’t just for free,” he says getting off the bed.

“Which is the fourth case?” He seems lost for a moment then comes back to sit on the bed. “Neera, I recently found out that my parents were killed and then we were made to believe that it was an accident.” He says. “How?” I ask. “They were killed somewhere else then brought on the road where they staged an accident.” “Do you know who did that?” “Yes, his name is Jacob and he sure used to work actively for the Lawansons but he might have gone back to his hometown because he doesn’t live here anymore,” he answers.

“So he only came to carry out the evil task so that no leads of a murder could be traced. So have you reported this and have him jailed for it?” “I was still gathering more evidence and now, it is just the right time to do it.”

“Can we watch the video then?” “Yes, I had almost forgotten about it.” He opens the video folder and a little older version of the woman in the photo comes to life, Zara. She is seated in front of the camera and she starts to talk:

“I hope this message finds you well. This is for you Mr Brown, I know you are a good person and you have been a good friend to my brother, not just a partner. I don’t know if you will believe me but I wanted to tell you that I currently overheard a conversation that my brother is planning to take everything away from you and I have a plan of telling him I recorded his conversation so that I get him to confess his plot against you. I believe you have worked hard for that. He is my brother but because I don’t want him to get into trouble by trying to rip off something that belongs to you I would want you to be careful when you meet him. Do not let him get those shares away from you, they belong to you.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I also know that he could get back at me for doing this and not only that, he could hatch a bad plot against you. You have been a friend to my husband and that is why I wouldn’t want any bad to come your way. I hope you don’t lose on this one.”

And the clip ends.

“This is too much for just one person, exactly how greedy was this man? Couldn’t he be content with whatever he had? This is absurd. They reaped what and where they didn’t sow.”

“I need to see what’s in this box as well.” I try to open it but it’s a bit difficult like no one has ever opened it in like forever. “Can you help me?” He takes it from me and pulls the metal lid off. “Here you go.”

“They are a bunch of papers. I wonder what they are for.” I pick them up out of the box to check them out. The first paper is an ownership document and it’s for David Brown. It is for my parents’ house. I pass it to Aniston and the next paper is a marriage agreement. Oh okay. The other is the share transfer and the last one is a notebook that doesn’t contain any words but then a paper falls down from it and it piques my interest because it is a handwritten note but looks old with the way it has turned it’s color..

“See this?” I show it to him and he takes it from my hand. He reads through it and looks at me. “This is from Mr Brown.” He says. “What does it say?” “He is apologetic to your father for not giving him the life that he deserved and that he had to die a poor man after all he had worked for was taken before his eyes. He says that he found out later he was wrongly accused of something he did not do but couldn’t fight for his rights with how Mr Lawanson had gained influence and that he was like an undercover president with how every powerful politician was his buddy. He goes on to say that his closest friend was the minister for home affairs. The minister had a hand in weapon business and used to place orders for his workers to design unique weapons especially guns and bullets for special customers. This is exactly what I needed, Neera you are an angel!” He sounds elated about the new discovery and before I could ask him what that means, he wraps his arms around me and I can feel his muscles through his shirt.

It looks awkward with this position we are in, me sitting with my hands on the sides and him crossing his arms from the side because he can’t hug me from the front but it feels like he is enjoying the moment. I can’t even hug him back if I wanted to because he has trapped then on the sides. I try to move my hands and he lets go and scratches the back of his head. “Sorry, I just got carried away.”

“Why did you get excited anyway?” I need to know. “You see, my parents’ killers used one of a kind bullets to carry out the deed and I have been looking for the person behind the design but it was taking longer than I wanted. Then, you come here and in less than a month you crack the biggest mystery I have been trying to solve for some years, isn’t that wonderful?” “I didn’t know this either but you are welcome.”

“This is enough evidence and I want this case to commence as soon as possible. I need to go to bed now because as from tomorrow, I won’t rest until justice is served.,” he says with determination in his voice. “Isn’t it the weekend?” I ask. “Yes, but my lawyers need something to start working on first thing on Monday,” he says. “Oh right, and I promise you I am going to give you all the support and cooperation you need,” I say. “And I promise to make sure you get all you deserve Neera. I will support you as well, you don’t have to worry about lawyers or anything because all that is catered for.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you and congratulations on winning the AWC. You deserved it. Let me help you with this,” he says collecting everything on the bed. “Can I keep them safe with my other evidence?” “Yes you can, except for the photo album,” I say. “Of course, enjoy your sleep,” he says, placing it on the bedside table. “You too. I hope I get to sleep after everything,” I say because this will make me think for sometime before getting to sleep.

“Then can I stay and maybe… snuggle you to sleep?” Oh no, he didn’t just say that. “No but thank you for your offer. I will manage,” I say quickly. He comes to me and puts his head against my belly and listens for a few seconds before saying, “hey little buddy, I hope you don’t disturb mummy so much, make sure she sleeps okay.” I chuckle and he raises his left eyebrow before he leaves.

I sigh deeply after he closes the door behind him. That was close, I can’t just let someone who confessed his feelings towards me sleep beside me. Not a good idea.