Manifesting To Be The Rich Man's Wife

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Ibrahim's POV🖤

"I have never been rejected by a woman before, so I won't let her be the first to break my record. My goal is to have her, use her, and then discard her. After all, how is she different from the others? I have forced many women to give in before, and she would be no exception. She may act expensive now, but in the end, just like all the others, I will own her." I scoffed, my arrogance palpable.

My assistant had already looked into her background days ago, and her father works in my company's branch in Kano. I have no interest in her sister because she isn't valuable enough for me to touch her. However, I have set my sights on her, and I will make sure that she surrenders to my desires.

My gaze drifted back to where my hands had been earlier—her delicate waist, and a smile played upon my lips as I remembered the softness of her skin.

I am watching her from the security room within the hotel. My heart swelled with delight at the sight of her standing alone beside the pool. Her tears shimmered like diamonds on her cheeks, which is what she deserves for turning down a man like me. And soon enough, they will be replaced with even more tears when I'm done with her.

My eyes flicked back up to her face, and I spoke with a sense of certainty, "I will make sure that I know every inch of you, Amina. I will not rest until there is nothing left hidden from me, until I have you."

I watched her as she composed herself, wiping away her tears and raising her head proudly, while muttering to herself, "Am I a fool? No, I'm not." She paused, but after some silence, she continued defiantly. "I am not like those foolish individuals who would continue to cry over a silly threat. Unless he's a jobless person, he will move on from me."

My fists clenched tightly upon hearing her words, the insult of being called 'jobless' echoing in my mind like a taunt.

How dare she underestimate me? I will show her that I am far more than a jobless person when I want something.

I will not back down so easily from what I said. I will not back down from my threat. I will show her that I am serious about getting what I want, at all costs.

I held my phone to my ear and listened as my assistant answered my call.

"Hello!" I spoke, not wasting any time before issuing my orders. "Prevent the lady from leaving Abuja. If she manages to leave, you'll be barred from ever setting foot here again." My instructions were clear and firm.

'Yes, sir!' he responded, sounding almost eager to fulfil my orders.

"Book the entire top floor of the hotel for tomorrow," I added. "Make sure everything is perfect, and don't forget to include my favourite wine."

After I hung up the phone, a sinister smile spread across my lips.

She thought she can avoid me by leaving, but I've made sure that there is nowhere for her to run. Tomorrow, she will learn the true meaning of my words. And she would realise that underestimating me was the biggest mistake she could make.

"I don't accept rejection," I thought to myself, already envisioning the events that would come. "You will be mine." I smirked.

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I've been back home, trying to finish some pending tasks, but I find myself unable to focus due to my anticipation for tomorrow. I'm looking forward to proving her wrong and showing her that I always get my way, just to make her realise that she's a fool.

My mother entered the room; her face lit up in a bright, youthful smile as she approached me. "My son," she said, gently brushing her fingers over my cheek affectionately. I kissed her hands gently in return, feeling a warmth in my heart as I did so.

I rolled my eyes when she started on the usual topic of my marriage. "I'm eagerly waiting for the day I see your wedding."

A sense of annoyance creeped up on me while I released a slow sigh.

She continued, "Do you know Khadija? I met her earlier at Shoprite. She's grown into an extremely beautiful woman, and I asked her if she was single. Guess what? She blushed..."

I interrupted firmly, "Well, that's none of my business." But my mother was not someone who could be easily deterred.

"It's too late," she declared. "I've fixed a date for you both in two days so that you can prepare well."

"Not possible. I have meetings and places I need to be at,' I protested, hoping to find a way out of the situation. But as always, she too had a way of getting what she wanted.

She threatened, "Deprive me of meeting your kids while I'm alive." Her face turned sad, and she got up and left, leaving me feeling guilty for upsetting her.

After she stepped outside my room into the long, endless corridor, I called out to her and reluctantly agreed, my voice carrying a defeated tone.

"Fine," I muttered, stopping her in her tracks. She whirled around, opening her arms to embrace me, and I proceeded to embrace her back.

"Believe me, it's for your well-being," she said. "If everything goes well, our family will become the most powerful in Nigeria. Not only is her father the current governor of Kano State, but he also runs a multibillionaire company." While we hugged each other, I couldn't resist rolling my eyes at her words. She had always been so focused on status and wealth, and she clearly also sees this union as a way to elevate our family's status.

But, although I understand her concern for our family's reputation and prestige, I don't share the same enthusiasm for a union based solely on wealth and power. To me, there is so much more to a relationship than just status and money. I want something more meaningful, something that goes beyond mere material wealth.