Marriage Contract [ g.d ]

Chapter 12

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"We are going to president's parents' house," Liam informed me.

After work I went home, grabbed a few things, and jumped into Liam's car. It looked like a well-cared for car. I might not know much about cars, but this one was quite expensive.

"His parents' place? We're not going to his place?" I ask.

"I was told to take you to his parents' house," Liam responds.

To his parents'? What for?

"Did you submit our marriage registration form?" I asked out of the blue.

"Yes, I did," he responded, "Under the president's orders, I submitted it right away."

"Why is he so hasty?" I ask what's on my mind.

"Because Ms. Violet, you are his wife now," Liam exclaims.

"Oh right," I sighed, "Why is Grayson such in a rush to marry?"

"You should ask the president about that yourself," he voiced.

"Should I ask the reason he chose to marry me?" I asked.

"I don't know about that," Liam sighed, "It's just--" There was a pause.

"Yes?" I was interested.

"Well, when I handed over the file on you to the president, he was surprised by something," he vocalized.

"Surprised?" I questioned.

Liam looked down at my document, and then to me.

If I ask Grayson about it, will he answer me? Sitting in the backseat of this large car, I looked out the window. It was and enormous estate. Bigger than any I've ever seen. The car stopped in front of the house, and I was escorted inside. I first notice the long hallway and the various kinds of rooms. It was just like a castle. There also was a well maintained garden and... I was so lost for words to describe such a gorgeous house. It made me feel as if I entered a fantasy world.

"The president will be here soon. I was told to wait here for him," Liam informed me.

"This place is huge!" I exclaim.

It was a room at least 400 feet squared. It looks like a guest room, but the furnishings are clearly expensive.

"Finally here I see," I hear a familiar voice behind me. I turn around to see Grayson.

"G-Grayson," is all I can managed to make out.

"Without me having to educate you, you call me by my name without 'mister.' You're a slave genius," Grayson snickers.

"Oh right, because I'm a genius slave, right?" I ask unamused.

"We have a winner," Grayson smiled, "Such a clever slave."

Why does he talk to me like that?

"Don't worry, soon enough you'll be trained properly," Grayson spoke.