Sydney Mdlalose's Fate-Twisted Fairytale(Edited)

Chapter Thirty-Seven.

I walk back up to the office after getting Nia and I sandwiches accompanied with Powerades.

I place a sandwich and a Powerade on her table. She thanks me. "Your mother was here." She tells. I nod my head and smile at her. Just as I'm about to take a seat the door suddenly swings open.

My mother steps in, her posture clearly annoyed.

My mom throws the door closed behind her. "Where were you?" I look at her with no interest at all to answer her. "Mum, don't." Her heel taps against the floor.

"Why didn't you respond to my text?" She asks. I roll my eyes. "Since when do you message me over my work appliances?" I remove my jacket and hang it around the shoulders of my chair.

"You don't answer your phone anymore when it's me. What other option did I have?" Mom almost yells.

I shrug as I walk back to my desk. "And I wonder why that is."

"Well, I heard about the deal. We should talk." Mom says, changing the subject. "About what?" I ask.

"You need help with getting her to marry you before the end of next month or else you lose. Game over." Mom says, her voice quiet.

She's right. I do need help. I sigh, my eyes shut. Karen steps closer towards me, her hands on my shoulders. "Let me help you."

I open my eyes and they immediately meet hers. I nod in acceptance. Dad's words play themselves in my head. If I want to have both, I'm unfortunately going to need mom.

"I know that this is none of my business but it could help." Mom says. I wait to hear what she's about to say. "So, when you engage in sexual intercourse, do you use protection?"

"Uhhh. How is this supposed to help?" She shrugs. "If you don't. Get her pregnant."

Is she insane? Marrying her is already one issue, but a child is a whole nother thing. I mean, what if twins are the result of getting her pregnant? That's double the responsibility. I don't think I'm mentally, emotionally or physically prepared for that sort of commitment.

I'd rather it be uncalled for than knowing I intended for it at such a young age.

"No way." My mom sighs. "C'mon Andre. Think about it."

Already did. And it's still going to be a no.

"A pregnancy could be a whole game changer. It would make getting her to marry you so much easier." Mom says. If she wasn't talking to me, she would've done a good job at persuading me. "No, Mom. I've been there once and I'm not doing it again. It is not worth it."

I distance myself from her and take a seat. "A pregnancy could make the marriage process easy, yes, but it definitely won't make my life any easier. I'd rather have it hard than harder. I'll simply just ask her."

My mom unhappily looks at me. "You treat this as if you've got all the time in the world."

"I don't have a lot of time, I know. But I would prefer to do this in a manner where I'll be happy with the outcome. And your way isn't it mom."

I stand up and walk towards the bathroom door and open it. I wash my hands and get annoyed at the sound of my own shoes clanking against the unreasonably expensive tiles. I mean, who buys R9 000 bathroom tiles? It's a bathroom.

I walk out. Karen forces a smile. I know she's not happy with me, but I couldn't care less. "Well then, I better be heading out. We'll continue this conversation later."

My mother walks out of the office, leaving the door open. Nia steps in. "Mr Miller, Ms Swan is here." I sigh. "Let her in." Nia nods.

Right after she leaves, Elizabeth comes in, her gaze following after Nia. She closes the door.

"Andre." She claps her hands together. She takes a seat on the chair opposite from mine and I sit down on the couch. "What can I help you with?"

She smiles. "Look, I know how pressurized you must feel at the moment. But I, I've thought of something that could help you."

I sigh. "And what is that something?" Her smile lessens and she looks straight at me. "Asking a girl to marry you isn't easy. Especially when there's a possibility of rejection. And no one likes being rejected. But I don't know where you and Sydney are in your relationship.

Whether you're at a stage where you feel like you'd marry each other or it's just too soon."

She crosses her legs. I'm not getting where this is going. "I mean, I feel marrying someone you love at a young age can be a setback. When you're fully committed, the spark seems to suddenly grow wings. But hey, let me not judge it from my experience."

Elizabeth has been married before. She married her high school to college boyfriend at the age of twenty-three. They divorced seven months later. It was quite rough.

"But, I do know what I'm getting myself into if I ever marry again." She adds. "Now, here is my proposal. I know and you know that you don't really want this business. You're just in it because of your family legacy.

So, to keep things on a balanced and happy scale. You and Sydney needn't to wed. But because you're focused on keeping the legacy alive, marry someone else. And that person can keep the business up for you whilst you do what you wish to do with your life. Like becoming a neurologist."

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Someone else? Who would I marry if not Sydney?