Sara had always been accustomed to solitude. Being the daughter of a prominent politician had its downsides, and one of them was isolation. Her school years were marked by lonely lunchtimes and evenings spent buried in books, while her peers enjoyed the camaraderie of youth. She expected university to be no different. Her plan was simple: keep her head down, study hard, and avoid unnecessary attention.
But as she started university life, something changed. Sam, the enigmatic and rebellious student who seemed to effortlessly draw a crowd wherever he went, surprised her with an unexpected proposition to pair up for the semester-long project. She was taken aback, not only by his request but by the undeniable spark she felt when their eyes met.
Underneath that rebellious exterior, she discovers a shy and lonely soul. Late-night study sessions turned into deep conversations, and Sara found herself falling for him in ways she never imagined possible.
As Sara got to know Sam, she discovered some strange behaviour from him, behaviour that terrified her, that almost felt evil. Then there was her parent’s strange attitude towards him like they were afraid of him.
As her relationship with Sam progresses, it all becomes clear as truth of the pact her parents made before she was born that would decide her future comes to light.. Determined to reclaim her life, Sara confronts her parents, demanding the truth and asserting her right to make her own choices.
Can Sara take control of her fate and future or was it been immorally signed away before she was born?
The wind whipped rain ferociously down while lightning illuminated the late-night sky before thunder dismissively extinguished it with a violent crash. A mysterious man dressed inappropriately for the weather in an expensive suit walked down the driveway before knocking on the Nugent’s door seemingly unperturbed by the storm he was in.
“Who the hell is that!?” Michael Nugent asked angrily at the sound of the knocking at the front door understandably incredulous as another crash of thunder shook the night. He was on top of his wife, Felicity, with his hand up her dress and his fingers deep within her underwear. An empty bottle of expensive Bordeaux sat on the table with two half-empty wine glasses as their owners were attending to a far more important task than finishing the contents of their wine glasses.
“Leave it!” his young wife Felicity said with a breathless and lustful impatience. “They’ll go away eventually, just don’t stop what you’re doing!”
“No, I’ll tell them to piss off. Why the hell are they out on a night like this?” Felicity whimpered in frustration as Michael removed his hand from the wonderful thing that he was doing with it.
Michael roughly swung open his front door to see the man under an umbrella. Considering the weather that night, the man was surprisingly calm. He wasn’t cowering under the umbrella, instead, it appeared as if the rain cowered from him.
“Good evening,” the man smiled politely.
Michael looked at the man with disdain at first then when he observed the man in front of him properly a more confused look crossed his face,
“Can I help you?” he asked tentatively as his previous anger inexplicably left him.
The man looked pleasant enough, but with one look at his face, Michael knew he would not be able to remember or describe him afterwards. The man appeared strange and made Michael feel a little uneasy but not enough to worry him. In his fledgeling political career, he had met plenty of men who either were strange or made him feel uneasy, but never both.
“Actually,” the man said, his smile not leaving his face, “it is I, who can help you.” And without waiting for an invitation, he confidently walked into Michael’s and Felicity’s home.
Again, the man exuded strangeness. But what was it? Michael could not place his finger on it, but Michael found himself powerless to stop the man from passing through his front door.
The man considerately left his umbrella outside, removed his shoes and hung up his expensive raincoat before making his way to the lounge closely followed by Michael who had yet to be able to comprehend the audacity of the man who could calmly walk into another man’s house uninvited,
“You have a beautiful house,” he commented to Felicity as he entered the lounge while she finished straightening her clothes and tidying her luxurious auburn hair in the mirror. He stretched out his hand for Felicity to shake and she wearily took it. “Would you mind making us all a cup of tea?” he requested with an air of expectation rather than hope.
Despite his intolerable rudeness, Felicity went to the kitchen to do what the man asked. Why was she doing this? Who the hell does this man think he is!?
When she returned the man graciously thanked her, then said with a mischievous smile, “Why the hell indeed.”
A cold chill went down Felicity’s spine. How did he know what she was thinking? The man gave a small laugh at her reaction as he sipped his tea.
“Now then,” the man said getting down to business. “I understand that you have a bit of a problem, Michael. I can make that problem disappear,” he said, knowing Michael’s name without being introduced.
“What on earth are you talking about!?” Michael demanded with anger welling inside. This man had come into his home uninvited, disrespected his wife, then presumed he had the problem.
“You are being investigated for some financial misdemeanours, are you not? You committed a crime a while back, didn’t you, and you are being investigated for it?”
A cold shiver went down Michael’s back, although he tried not to show it. Misdemeanour didn’t cover it. It was insider trading on a massive scale. Michael and Felicity made millions from it. An anonymous tip-off started an investigation by the financial regulator and if found in the wrong it could result in criminal charges.
The man smiled a smile that made Michael and Felicity fearful. It was like he could read their thoughts. This man was an enigma, it was impossible to know what he was truly thinking. That made the couple extremely uncomfortable.
“I can make this problem of yours go away. Of course, there will be a price but once the contract has been signed your problem will disappear, I guarantee it.”
“And how will you make it go away?” Michael said suspiciously without even trying to deny the circumstances. “We’re not going to replace an investigation with a blackmailer.”
“No, no, no,” the man said shaking his head. “You misunderstand me, I don’t do anything as dirty as blackmail. What I do is make deals, and you are people who like to make deals, are you not? Do not worry about the how, just be assured that I always keep my side of the deal.” With that said, the man removed a contract from the pocket on the inside of his suit jacket and gave it to Michael.
“Are you serious?” Michael asked incredulously as he read the contract. “If you make this go away, we will have to marry our daughter to your son?”
“Yes, I am, absolutely, serious,” replied the man without smiling for the first time. “That is the price for my help and I’m afraid it is non-negotiable.”
“Who in their right mind would agree to this?” Michael asked handing the contract to his wife to read.
“You would be surprised,” the man answered enigmatically.
“Do you mind if myself and my husband discuss this in private before we agree?” Felicity asked with a calm and controlled manner that contrasted greatly with her husband’s more emotional response.
“Of course, I will stay here and finish this delicious tea,” the man agreed in a tone that suggested that he was confident Michael would sign.
Michael and Felicity went into the kitchen and began to discuss what the man was offering in fevered whispers.
“Do you believe him?” Felicity asked.
“It is strange, but I do. He is certainly an odd one, but I do believe he can do what he says. There is nothing to prove that he can but-”
“I feel the same.” Felicity agreed, quickly interrupting her husband, and hugging herself nervously. “I don’t like it, but we have nothing to lose. If he doesn’t do what he says we are still in the same place as before. We never planned to have children anyway. We’re career people so the risk is all his. We don’t even know if he has a son.”
“True, so we agree then, I will sign the contract?”
Felicity nodded distastefully, “Anything to make him leave. There is something about him that I don’t like. It feels like he knows all our secrets.”
“We will give him a week then proceed to do what we agreed before,” Felicity nodded again in agreement to Michael’s suggestion.
“Okay, you have a deal,” Michael told the man confidently as Michael and Felicity returned to the living room.
“Excellent, just sign the contract here,” the man said happily pointing to a dotted line before he surprised Felicity by telling her, “I will need your signature too, Felicity. I know you’re not the trophy wife you want people to believe.” It was true. Felicity was more ruthless than Michael. She had a love of money and luxury. Marrying an up-and-coming politician with the qualities to get to the top would give her that. She could have been successful in politics too if she was inclined to do so. Many people underestimated her and paid for it with their careers.
“We don’t have to sign in blood, do we?” Michael said half joking.
“No,” the man replied laughing. “A pen is just fine.” Both Michael and Felicity signed the contract followed by the man.
“Thank you very much. It has been a pleasure” the man said brightly standing up, quickly folding up the contract and putting it back in the inside pocket of his suit jacket. “I will be on my way. There’s no need to see me out. Your problem will be all resolved by the morning.”
With that, the man left as mysteriously as he arrived.
Early the following morning the phone rang while Michael and Felicity were having breakfast,
“Good morning, Mr Nugent”, the voice on the other end said with a formal yet light-hearted tone. “It is Nigel Lyle from Jones, Lyle, and Freeman. I have some good news. The financial regulator has contacted me and has confirmed that you have no case to answer in the investigation into your past business dealings.”
“That is fantastic news,” Michael smiled broadly, as weeks of stress dropped from his shoulders. “Thank you for letting me know.”
“My pleasure Mr Nugent. We will forward the investigation findings to you for your records and have a pleasant day.”
“Thank you again and have a pleasant day yourself.”
“What happened?” Felicity asked quizzically on seeing Michael’s happy yet stunned face.
“The investigation, they found no case to answer.”
“That is wonderful news,” Felicity cooed before saying with a grim determination, “Now we can progress with your political career once we have settled a few scores.”
“I agree. I suppose we now must have a daughter,” Michael mused seriously.
“Don’t you find it all a little convenient?” Felicity said with suspicion at the forefront of her mind. “We signed the contract, then it all went away.”
“He did say that it would all go away in the morning, and it did,” Michael said surprisingly innocently for a man trying to forge a political career.
“Oh, Michael!” Felicity said a little condescendingly to her husband, with a kiss on the lips. “It is lucky I’m here. He knew the financial regulator’s findings already. So, I don’t see that he has done anything to help us. We owe him nothing. Anyway, demanding our children marry, what kind of sick mind puts that in a deal? We are not planning to have children anyway. What is done is done so I think we should celebrate. I will book a table at Le Provance for tonight. I’ll call for a driver. We are drinking champagne!” she said with an excited smile.
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