Manifesting To Be The Rich Man's Wife

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Ibrahim's POV🖤

I reached the company, as usual, late. While the meeting was in progress in the conference room, I arrived in an already heated atmosphere. I caught the anger in my dad's eyes for going in late, even though his smile tried to conceal it, and I immediately took a seat next to my brother on the plush sofa, joining in the discussion.

Time crawled, and the meeting went on for an eternity, even though it only lasted for two hours. Once it was over, I felt relieved and thankful to be done. Throughout the entire session, pressure was high, and it was impossible to ignore the conversation, especially due to my dad's subtle signals that communicated things that words could not at me. Regardless of the fact that my mind was racing with thoughts and ideas which I voiced, my attention was still drawn back to the party I was invited to at the Transcorp Hilton.

After I left, I wasted no time returning to my car. The drive to the hotel was quick, with my convoy navigating through the city traffic with ease. Upon arriving at the hotel, I headed straight to the reserved room, where my outfit for the evening was waiting.

I took a moment to breathe and collect myself, taking in the luxurious surroundings of the room and the thought of the evening ahead.

I was happy because there would be a lot of women, different of them to fish on.

I got ready and went to the hall. It was nothing short of magnificence, with its expansive design bathed in soft, warm lighting that cast an inviting glow upon the surroundings. The walls were adorned with breathtaking artwork and a multitude of colourful, vibrant decorations that created a lively atmosphere.

I was filled with more excitement as the night started, my eyes scanning the multitude of women gathered at the event. My gaze lingered on each one, admiring their beauty and charm, knowing that I had plenty of options to explore and engage with.

"Hey!" someone behind me said.

I turned around and saw my friend and business rival, Adam, standing there with a big smile on his face.

"I'm enjoying this." I said with a joyful grin.

"The excitement is yet to begin," he replied. "Have you visited the bar yet? I made sure to include your favourite wine."

"I don't want to drink just yet," I replied. "The night is still young."

He grinned mischievously. "Of course, there'll be plenty of time for that later. But for now, let's enjoy ourselves. Many of the women attending this event haven't even arrived yet." His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, "And the most expensive ones are still preparing, saving the best for last."

We both chuckled at the essence before I bid him farewell and moved on to socialise with others.

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As I sat at the bar, feeling completely bored in the company of the other women I had spent the night dancing with, a voice, as soft as an evening breeze, floated through the air, sending shivers down my spine as it asked for water.

My head whipped around, and my eyes immediately searched for the source of the enchanting melody. And there she was—the girl I crashed into at the train station days ago—now standing before me, more radiant and breathtaking than ever before. My breath caught in my throat as I took in her ethereal beauty, my lips parting in awe at the sight of her. Her hair, flowing like a waterfall of silk, framed her delicate face, casting a heavenly glow on her features. Her eyes, wide and gleaming, held a depth of emotion that spoke volumes. She stood there, a vision of perfection, like an angel sent to earth to steal away the hearts of mere mortals like me. My gaze lingered upon her, mesmerised by her every detail and overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of her loveliness.

"Sorry Ma'am. We only serve wine," the waiter responded. I absentmindedly sipped from my glass of red wine, completely entranced by her captivating presence. Her eyes lessened with disappointment, but all my focus was fixated on her mesmerising beauty.

The moment was interrupted when I finished my entire glass without even realising it, and I silently placed it back on the bar top, my attention still not moving away from her.

"Where can I get water? I'm parched." She softly asked where to find it, and I closed my eyes for a moment, taking in her sweet and soothing voice.

When I spoke, she turned her attention towards me.
"Allow me to call my personal aide. He will provide a bottle of water right away," I said with a smile.
She seemed to have recognised me because a beautiful smile spread across her face, and she gestured with her hand. "We've met each other before."

I responded with a brief chuckle and then dialled my aide, and within a few minutes, he returned with a bottle of cold water. My eyes remained transfixed on her as she gracefully drank the entire bottle. She then turned to me, smiling gratefully. "Thank you very much," she said, and she wanted to leave, but I quickly took hold of her hand, determined not to let her slip away so easily.

"Yes?" Her voice was tinged with unease while she looked at me with awkwardness before gently exempting her hand from my grasp.

"Let's have a chat." I said simply.