The stolen heart

Chapter three - Peter Stevenson.

The Stolen Heart.

Chapter three.

You'd think a smart girl like me wouldn't do something so stupid. You'd think I'd remember something so 'important' to my nonexistent future. You know with the heart failure and everything. It was stupid but I guess I should have remembered.

Peter Stevenson.

One of the heirs to one of the biggest law firms in the whole of the UK and Ireland. Their family own fifteen houses in England alone and another five in Scotland. Not throwing shade but I believe that most of their wealth comes from inheritance passed from the slave trade, so really they don't deserve to be rich at all. Don't get me started on the amount of money they've thrown at charities over the past ten years then shined a spotlight on themselves to gain popularity and adoration.

Stevenson and sons since 1961. I threw oily chips at my TV when I heard that jingle advertising their stupid company. They never lost a case, ever. I believe it's not because they have the best lawyers but rather that they know people in high places who they can dangle change in front of and let do the dirty work. It does doesn't help that all of his sons are flawless and have a way with words so smooth they could make you do anything. Trust me, knowing them is not fun at all.

And I was stuck with the worst of them.

Peter Stevenson.

You don't know how much I'd pay to get that name carved into a tomb stone so I could dance on it and laugh like a maniac. The boy should be put into the prison of jackassery because he's so infuriating and hansome it makes me want to cry. I'll twerk the day someone doesn't fall at his feet. This guy, one so confident it makes you feel like an insignificant ant. It doesn't help that he's six foot 2.

So let me tell you how we got to this very stupid agreement.

About fourty years ago my fathers family's company and Peter Stevenson's family's company drew a contract making a promise to each other that if they stayed in harmony with each the fourth son from the Stevensons and the fourth daughter born from the Pleasley's were to be married as a celebration. And guess what? That lucky girl is me. This happened around 40 years ago when my grandfather decided to sell my life away.

I didnt have to marry him of course, my family made it very clear but at the same time I saw the distaste in my grandfather's eyes at the thought of it not happening. He had signed the contract himself when he was 'young and foolish' as he liked to put it. When I first found out about this arrangement I fell apart, I couldnt take it. The girl with the commitment issues was getting married at 18. My grandfather sat me down that day and, him not being a hugger just like my father, lovingly as he could tapped my back.

"Anna, I'm sorry. I did not think that old Stevenson would still care about this deal. I chose the fourth child because your grandmother and I did not yet have a fourth child and did not plan to have another after your aunt. He found a way to extend it to the grandchildren of the family, he found a loophole. But, Anna," he sighed taking a pause, "you do not have to do it; the contract is not legal in anyway. It was just a rich boys toy treaty that can easily be brushed over, yes, it could have damaging affects to our company and future success but if you do not want to do it then I am okay with that eventhough I would like you to."

I glared at him. "No I will not marry a boy I do not like, let alone love! How could you even think for a second that I would? Have you no shame in your wrong doings? I'm sorry grandad but you're a sick man."

His face grew cold and all traces of the previous, sweet talking grandfather was gone and replaced by the man he truly was. He stared into my subborn and puffy from crying eyes with a blank detest "I did what is best for this family and you know it, child. If you wish to tear what our ancestors have worked so hard to get away from us then so be it. But just know," his eyes softened and he took my hands in his "you marrying that Stevenson boy is my wish. I don't care which one or even if you marry their sister, I'm begging you, Anna, just marry one of them and end the contract. Don't ruin your family's life because of feelings. This is my one wish of you."