Mom.
What did she do?
Why?
Although her mother and she don't get along well, how far has she come since then? Mother never did that. She has a constant desire for my joy. Because of Rose, she has continued to support my efforts. Look at us now; she is nothing in comparison to us.
One week past, she came to me to give me my money back. That was it. My heart and mind have since stopped pursuing her. She left work and went home. We are advancing in our lives. Without her, I'm actually going through hell. A physique devoid of emotion. A body devoid of affection. A body devoid of lust. Jenna tried to get closer by coming and going frequently, but her touch only covered me up like a thin veil. No longer even interested in having sex. I could only be satisfied by her—Rose.
"Sir, your suit is prepared for the wedding tomorrow. If you wish to the trial..."
"Do you know anything about Rose?" He presented me with some images. She was alone and strolling down the street. Brooks and Jessie were second. My wedding is tomorrow, yet I'm still thinking about her.
"Sir, last week after Miss Rose came here, she met Mr. Brooks and Mrs. Jessie. They spent two hours at Rose's house."
Wow. He's now entering her house. How far are they going? Yet why did they meet? A figure wearing black is in the third image.
"Sir, someone keeps following her."
After providing me with this information, he left. Why is Brooks still involved in our situation? I attempt to find some quiet while working in my office day and night, but she never stops being difficult. Mom summoned me for dinner tonight since Jenna brought her father and brother around for the first time. I went out of my way to bring him a pricey bottle of wine.
Why doesn't it feel joyful or exciting? At least I've never met them before, but now I'm curious as to where her supplies come from. It's at least time to face the public. She frequently mentions them, but I've never seen them.
"Sir."
"Stay right here." He nods. The weather made me shiver outside, but what about inside? My heat is now off. I entered the house carrying my bottle and discovered them laughing and drinking in the dining room. I immediately noticed a cigar odor. I abhor the smell, dammit. Two people in suits are seated.
"Ronald, you're here." Jenna's words caused two necks to swivel around as my foot walked into the room. I'm experiencing strange physical sensations. A man in his early sixties, with golden skin, black eyes, and crimson spots on his face. Smoke clouds are blown into the air by tiny lines around the lips and face. A tiny sliver of white hair in brown indicates that the person dyed their hair. He has a stick in his hand and is dressed in a suit. Gold rings around the fingers.
Black eyes with white skin are staring at me from the opposite side. A twenty-five-year-old body with a golden complexion and black-set hair is staring at me from the ground up. Jean informed me that despite his fancy Gucci fur coat and shoes, he is a nasty guy.
The lesson of the story, I suppose, is that they are horrible people with negative vibrations.
"Ronald." After placing his cigar in the ashtray, that person stood up. I approached him while grinning. I abhor smoking. Before shaking hands, my mind was already racing.
"Mr..."
"Mr...Draco Adelson."
Wow, Draco? What a unique name. I just detest the way we shake hands. That boy turns his head in the opposite direction. Not interested at all, boy?
"He is a Maverick. My son."
"This is for you." He smiles as he takes the bottle.
Dinner was brought to the table where we were sitting, but his son kept staring at me. He inquired about my business and Jenna during our conversation. Really, I'm telling him intimate details about my life? My enraged gaze turned to the boy who was watching me until Draco turned his head to the side and engaged in conversation with my mother.
"What's up? Is my face so attractive that you can't help but ogle it?"
"What about that girl who is in your photo? Should I purchase from you?"
I can't help but take him by the throat after hearing this. Just thinking about Brooks and Rose together right now has me on edge with rage.
"Ronald." A scream entered the space. We were still at the dinner table.
"I'm truly sorry. My son cannot control his rage. That is why he kept getting into difficulties." I took off my coat, grabbed a drink, and headed outside. Draco finally joined me ten minutes later.
"Again, I apologize. We have families too, so why not talk about business?"
I'd like to know what he expects from me as well. That old, shittish structure is angry with me. How could he even consider her?
"Sure."
"Your mother bought stock in our business. We're collaborating on your newest project."
Wait! When? Why am I still in the dark?
"What do you do?"
"We supply the raw materials for cosmetics, and as you well know, in this business, money is everything and nothing can be built safely. It's time for us to stop hiding our activities because as long as we are together, you will continue to cooperate with me. Sometimes we must employ a different method."
It turns out there's more to that fucking bastard. He tampered with my mother's business. He is the one who supplies us with the chemicals.
"No one is teaching me how to run a business." With that, he nodded.
"Well, you're a diligent man, and today I'm overjoyed that my Jenna is joining a devout family. However, the news regarding you and that bitch."
My teeth gnaw into the skin's interior. Hearing about her makes the skin inside of my mouth ache.
"This kind of lady only cares about your money because you're wealthy and attractive. However, if she bothers you that much, leave her with me. I have a method."
I was wrong about that individual. Why doesn't he make me feel good? Are those howling members all of them? With each word, I drank a tumbler after another.
"I am capable of handling her. She fits my style."
"Please don't let me divorce your daughter and end the marriage. She is someone's daughter as well. But that doesn't imply that she will be alone if I get married. She is always in my care, and I will destroy any hands that even consider touching her." As I stand up, I sip my glass.
"Now that I can see it, I've always wondered about Jenna's background. My top priority is that girl, not Jenna. Avoid her, and don't even consider approaching her." He supports me while I ignore him. I proceed on foot. I'm not sure why I stopped in the middle and turned around.
His body feels so reflective all of a sudden. Why does my mind keep telling me that I am familiar with his body? He seems so recognizable. After eating dinner and clearing my head in a pub, I made my way to the front of my building, where there were paparazzi, reporters, and an apartment greeting card with flowers and gifts all over the place.
"Neil!" I called out, and he came.
"Throw them away, and tidy up the entire area."
As I lay in bed, I looked to the right, where my wedding attire was prepared for the next day.
Screw this.
"I do not desire marriage. Why do I want to announce that she is my wife to the world? Why?"
For tomorrow's meeting with Jenna, my death plan is prepared. I can picture what my life will be like after being married.
Rose.
After our wedding, how are we doing? I've waited for her for ten years; what the heck am I doing?
"Your father is here, Mr. Ronald."
"Tell..."
"You may leave, Theo."
Father walked into the room and sat on the bed. Jessie informed him of my revenge. I'm sure he's hurt. We proceed in silence.
Dad, talk to me; don't murder me.
"Do you care about her?"
"Yes."
"Want to get married?"
"We married, Dad, already."
"Dad, it's irrelevant now. I now regret the idea I had for my revenge."
I was lying on the bed and my right eye started to weep. Why do I feel like crying? The story of my vengeance, in which I lose myself and she gains my heart, is now being told on both sides of my eyes.
"Dad, I want to commit suicide. Now, it hurts. How is she going to..?"
"You failed once more. How are you going to say it again? Why? Your mother is probably involved."
He stood up and gave me a murderous stare.
"The moment has passed, Ronald, when you weep for her. She owns everything, including your tears. You have no idea how she has lived in the past."
"Dad!"
He continues to move as if no one is calling him.
"Dad!"
"Dad!"
He left without giving me a glance. I saw myself standing in the hallway.
Alone.
Now, nobody is here to help me. Sitting next to the window, I kept scanning the night sky for a sign of optimism. Nothing came to mind, so I became frustrated, and the only thing that might help me was drinking.
The day I would once again give myself up for my mother arrived the following day. But it's better if I don't remember anything. My heart aches so badly. I have nobody nearby. My eyes are still filled with booze, so Mom arrived and scolded me twice. Neil and Theo continue to hold me. Both assisted me in getting dressed.
"Well, you know what? Where is my spouse? Call Rose. Today is our wedding day." As I hit the ground, the words come out.
"Please, Sir."
"What the heck have you done with yourself, Ronald?"
Mom appears to be as joyful, wealthy, and gorgeous as always when wearing a red dress. My eyes and mind are both still working to make sense of what is happening here. That's right—marriage day. But not with Rose.
"Mom! Do you divide us? How c..."
Once more, the world went dark.
"Ronald!"
"Ronald!"
I received a strong slap in the face. My head hurts, fuck it. My vision is constantly being surrounded by hazy images.
"Why?"
My hand hurts a lot. What! Why does it have white dressing on it?
"What took place?"
Theo assisted in helping me stand up. Marcus is hunched over, looking miserable. I noticed myself in the suit when I turned around.
Wedding.
"Ronald! How could you act in such a careless manner on your wedding day? Take a look around you; everything is set. You're still drinking while the guests arrive, right?"
For the first time, I disagree with your choice regarding my marriage. Why didn't she ask whether I was interested in her right away? Am I alright or not?
"Mom, I..."
"Be quiet! Whenever I call, come outside. Continue to focus on him." She instructed Neil and Theo.
"Go ahead and leave me alone because she's left."
I exit through the back when they are gone. There is only some serenity and greenery present. We are far from the city, where there are only trees, snow, and my suffering. I continue to walk as I sit on a bench and scan the area. The well-known politician and businessman within.
"How am I going to act? Rose..."
I felt heated as I once again smelled her. Is she actually here or is it just in my head?
Even though it isn't chilly enough to make me shudder, every time I think of how she will be after my marriage, it already happens.
Fuck. What transpired following my marriage to this widow?
Our marriage is still valid.
Shit!
How am I going to get married to Jenna and keep my wife?
"Jesus! How in the world did I ruin this marriage?"
"You can count on me, Mr. Ronald."