A One Night Stand With Mr. Goldman

Just as the saying goes,Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

” Let your goals and ambition be your reason to fight and keep living, no matter if you feel tired and ready to give up, just keep fighting for you will reach those goals one day.”

It was 6: am when my alarm clock started ringing indicating for me to walk up from sleep.

At first, when it rings like this, I always feel bad because I will need to go to that club to be a cleaner.

But today I am very excited because this time around it has indicated that I have a few minutes to be the daughter-in-law of a rich family.

I got up from bed, arranged it, took off my clothes, put my bathrobe on, went to the bathroom and had my bath, and cleaned my teeth.

After I was done bathing, I came out of the bathroom with my bathrobe on me.

Since it was still early for me to be going to the registrar’s office, I decided to pack some of the stuff I would be needing when I am at my husband’s mansion.

After I finished packing the stuff, I closed the valise and walked to the closet to take out the clothes.

I will be putting them on today. Placing them on the bed alongside my heels.

I walked to my small table, sat down, and applied the rubbing oil on my body, put on my underwear, and my white gown, and walked back to the table to apply light makeup, wear perfume, put on my earrings, necklace, and watch.

Comb my straight hair and tighten it into a portrait.

After that, I took my black heels and put them on and when I was done, I looked at myself in my small mirror, and I was out of words.

Ever since I was born, this is the first time I’ve looked at myself in the mirror while looking this good.

And I am proud of the lady I have grown to become.

I must say, that one of my real birth parents must be this beautiful for me to inherit the person’s looks.

If only I had been raised by them, then I would have known which of them had this look, but it didn’t happen.

They decided to keep me in the orphanage.

After I was done checking myself out, I took my purse and my apartment keys and walked outside and closed the door behind me.

I walked down the roadside and took a taxi to the registrar’s office and I arrived there at 7:45 am.

Since I was 15 minutes early, I decided to wait for my future husband at a corner of the registrar’s office.

It was 8 am and he was not there.

I decided not to think too much because it might be due to the traffic, even though I know deep down there is no traffic in Los Angeles, but I just needed something to keep me calm.

8:15 still no trace of him,

8:30 the same thing.

8:50 still nothing.

Did he lie to me when he said we would be getting married today or is he joking with me?

It was 9: am and still, he was not there.

I felt foolish to think the guy would keep to his word, but no, he is just like all the rich people outside who look down on the poor and less privileged like us and I promise to give him a dose of his own medicine alongside his family members.

It was 9:15, and he was still not there, so I decided to give up and go to my small apartment and rest, since that is what my baby and I want.

I got up, turned, and walked down the road to take a taxi back to my apartment. That was when I heard a familiar voice.

Don’t tell me after hashing out a plan to get married to me for about 2 months, and you finally succeeded.

You can’t wait for an hour longer!

When I turned to see the person,

It was Laurel Goldman, the arrogant bastard.

Did you just ask me a question? Or

You just concluded based on what is in your head?

He looked at me and kept quiet.

If you want to know, you told me we were to be here by 8 am.

Have you checked your time?

It is 9:30 am already, which means that I have been waiting here for you for almost 2 hours.

here you are telling me I can’t wait for 1 hour.

Listen to me and listen to me very well.

I didn’t put a gun on your forehead for you to marry me.

You alone decided to get married to me.

I said to him, pouring all my frustration and anger on him, and he just kept quiet while looking at me.

Are you done ranting? If you are done, then let’s get in there and get this thing done.

I need to go back to the office.

He said and walked towards the registrar’s office while I followed behind.

When we were inside the registrar’s office, we both greeted the registrar, and he offered us a seat.

We both sat down, and he asked us if we truly wanted to get married, which we both accepted.

After that, he gave us the marriage papers for us to sign, and we did.

After we finished signing the papers, he gave us our marriage certificate and when I looked at it clearly it showed

I am now Mrs. Tiara Goldman, wife to Mr. Laurel Goldman and daughter_in_ law of the Goldman family.

Even though the marriage will last for nine months.

At least by that time, I will be very rich enough to take care of my needs, so I won’t need to work as a cleaner again.

We both left the registrar’s office and when we were out of the building, turned and looked at me and said

” You have finally gotten what you wanted,

Which was to get married to me, but know one thing, you will only be my wife in public, but without the public, you are just a whore who is carrying my baby.

When he said that to me, I could feel tears coming out of my eyes, but I cleaned them immediately not to show him that I was affected by his words.

Just when I thought I would leave this place, that was when reporters decided to show their faces.

Mr. Laurel, what are you doing in front of the registrar’s office with this woman?

One of the reporters asked and, from the look of things,

I need to start my acting now.

As you can all see, Mr. Laurel and I signed our marriage,

Just a few minutes ago and here is our marriage certificate.

I said as I show them my marriage certificate.

“Congratulations Mam and

Congratulations, sir, on your second marriage. Hope this one works well for you.

Another reporter said, and I could see the color of Laurel’s face changing from one color to another just because of what that reporter said.

You don’t need to worry. After all, my husband and I will live together forever because nothing will separate us.

I answered, and I could see how Laurel calmed down instantly.

“Wow! We are all happy for you both.”

Mrs. Goldman, is it true you worked as a prostitute at a club before Mr. Laurel came into your life?

One reporter asked