Forbidden Love [BxB]

Chapter 47- THE END

I stood by the tall window on the right side of my office, looking down at the bustling streets below. From this height, people and cars seemed like miniature toys, moving in predictable patterns. Inhaling long, I released a cloud of smoke that curled lazily toward the ceiling. The weight of the moment settled over me, heavy but oddly satisfying.

The soft click of the door opening broke the stillness. I turned slowly, my gaze landing on my secretary as he entered the room, a small golden paper bag in his left hand. His face was tense, uncertain.

"Did you get what I asked for?" My voice was calm and steady.

"Yes, Sir." He responded instantly, stepping forward with a nervous energy that betrayed his unease.

"Put it on my desk," I instructed, watching him carefully. He hesitated for a second, his face dumbfounded, before flinching at my unwavering stare.

"Oh, yes, s-sorry..." he stammered, turning quickly toward the desk and placing the bag down with an awkward, trembling hand.

"You can leave early today," I said, taking another slow drag from my cigar. "I have to visit my father's house."

His eyes flickered toward me in surprise. "Have a nice night, Sir," he muttered before hurrying out of the room.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I strolled over to the desk, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. My gaze lingered on the golden paper bag.

It's about time.

I had waited nine years for this moment, and now, everything was falling into place.

*****

I parked my car in front of my father's duplex, the once pristine white house now fading into the background of years gone by. Turning off the engine, I grabbed the bag from the passenger seat and stepped out. The tall black door loomed before me as I rang the bell, my veins racing with adrenaline.

One of the maids answered, swinging the door open. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw me, her face blushing with familiarity.

I passed her the golden bag, leaning in slightly as I whispered, "You know what to do with it..."

She nodded, her voice a soft murmur, "Yes, young master." Her face flushed further as I patted her shoulder before walking past her and entering the living room.

My father was seated in his usual spot, the classic red armchair that seemed as old as he was. His gray hair was neatly combed back, and he held a tablet in his hand, glancing at me over the rim of his glasses as I entered.

"You're here?" he asked; his voice edged with faint authority that still lingered despite his age.

"Yes, Father," I replied, sitting down on the beige sofa across from him, my posture relaxed.

He studied me for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. "You seem happy today. Did you like the girl I chose for you to marry?"

I forced a calm smile, masking the turmoil beneath. "I can't deny she's a decent girl, Father. Last night's date was... fun."

My father laughed, a rare sound that filled the room, putting his tablet down on the coffee table. "I'm glad you're satisfied!" His expression brightened, and he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I'll need to speak with her father soon, then. We should decide on an appropriate time for your engagement."

Just as I was about to respond, a voice interrupted us.

"Parsa, when did you come?" Parmis called out as she descended the stairs, her face lighting up as she approached. She was now a teenager. Her long black hair reached her waist, and she carried herself with the confidence of a young woman, though her eyes still held a certain softness.