Fated To Love You Forever

Once his lawyer called him in the early hours of the morning telling him that the deal was done and all there was left was to draft up a contract and deposit the payment, Damien had gotten out of bed in high spirits.

Finally, the day was here.

He still couldn’t believe how good of an opportunity this was.

This was a major step in his revenge plan, and he was already imagining the look on Mr Connor’s face when he found out that all the properties he had worked for all his life was now Damien’s to do as he pleased.

For years he had waited for this day, and now it was finally here – Finally he had a leverage on the Connors.

Damien had a feeling today would go well and getting out of bed, he began to prepare for work. There was no rush today so he would take his time.

A few hours later he was done and ready.

He had already sorted out some of the work he needed to do before he left the house, so he would have time to draft the contract with his lawyer.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

He still had an hour before the lawyer would arrive so he decided to continue working, taking care of his files and other important things.

Damien looked up from his seat when a knock sounded at his door, “Come in.” He saw his secretary walk in, bowing her head a little and then offering her pleasantries.

“Mr Paul is here to see you, sir.”

Damien cocked an eyebrow in surprise. So soon? Well, that was efficient.

“Let him in.”

As soon as his secretary left, he moved all the files on the desk away to create space. The lawyer walked in a few seconds later, some documents in his hand.

“Morning, Mr Daniels,” He greeted and nodding, Damien offered him a seat. He was already getting a little impatient, he needed to get on with it as soon as possible.

“Do you have everything we need?” Damien asked, stretching out his arm to receive the files Mr Paul had offered to him from across the desk, and the lawyer nodded positively in response.

Damien flicked his eyes over what was written one after the other, and shaking his head in satisfaction, he handed them back, “All that’s left is to draft out a contract right?”

“Right.” The lawyer nodded, “I have something here with me.” He said, digging through the files and slipping out one of the documents, “This is a sample of a sales contract we can work from and add whatever we need to.”

After Damien had gone through it, he handed it back with a nod. “Good work. Now, let’s get to business.” The lawyer nodded, moving the other files out of the way as they began to work. At intervals he would explain the legal consequences or the benefits of certain things in the contract and, Damien would nod as they continued.

There were two contracts for both properties, the processing factory and the estate where the family mansion was built upon, and Damien was soon to have both in his possession.

The processing factory… His heart clenched whenever he went through the contract concerning that particular building. A flashback of his father in a pool of his own blood filled his head, and shaking his head erratically he discarded the image, trying to forget about that sordid event. Well, it was just another reason for him to hate the Connors more.

After they had worked for a while, a knock sounded and his secretary walked in, “Excuse me, sir. I know you didn’t want to be disturbed but Mr Rudiger is also here to see you.”

Damien only nodded, waving her away and giving her the permission to let his private investigator in.

Soon after, Mr Rudiger walked into the office, and he offered greetings to both me in the room.

Damien nodded absentmindedly, his head still bent over the contract, “Give me good news.” He said.

“There is none for now, sir,” He heard Mr Rudiger say. “The progress we are making this time around seems to be quite slow.”

Damien wondered why it was taking so long, as his patience was beginning to run out. He always asked the private to come over with news or not come at all, and even though he seemed a bit irritated by this, he didn’t say anything this time. He just concentrated on the contract.

After a while he suddenly remembered something he should have asked already, and he cleared his throat and proceeded, “And what about the investigation on Madison Connor’s whereabouts?” He asked, his chest tightening as he said her name, “I didn’t hear you say anything about that.”

“We are still working on that too, sir. We don’t have a location yet, for now.”

Damien felt his jaw tic.

Why did it feel like they were too fucking slow in the investigation this time around. He didn’t like how long it was taking to get her location, and turning to Mr Rudiger he said hoarsely, “While you’re at it, I need you to get some additional information regarding her as well.”

“Of course, sir.”

Damien swallowed. He didn’t need to know any of these things… but then again he just wanted to. They didn’t matter, that was what he told himself. Yes, all he needed was her location so he would know where to find her, but the he couldn’t stop his inquisitiveness.

“Get more information about her. I need you to find out if she’s working, where she’s working and who she is working for… and… and if she’s currently in a relationship with any man.”

As the last words rolled out of his tongue, he felt a sort of bitterness clam up in his throat. The words felt strange coming from him, and he wasn’t quite sure why he had even bothered to include that.

Giving the private investigator a dismissive wave he finished, “I expect news from you next time.”

“Yes sir,” Mr Rudiger said and with one last nod he exited the office.

Damien faced the lawyer, and the contract he was drafting out, his ears burning as he tried to push away the thoughts of Madison and another man out of his head.

…….

“Just in case I come back a little bit late, could you please cover for me?” Madison begged Gina as they both sat eating. They had just gone on lunch break and Madison knew this was the only chance she would get to do what she planned to do before going home.

“Late?” Gina asked, staring at Madison curiously as she tossed a cookie in her mouth, “You know you need to be on good behavior right? Coming back late after the lunch break won’t be good for you.”

“I know that. I’m not saying I’ll be late, I’ll be back any time soon. It’s just the post office and it’s not too far away. It might be a few minutes, but I’ll be fast I promise.”

Finally Gina nodded albeit reluctantly. “Okay fine, but hurry.”

“Thank you, and I will.” Madison smiled at her friend as she stood up dusting her clothes, and took off.

“And take your lunch!” She called out as Madison all but raced out of the hall and toward the exit, but she was too far off to hear her.

Madison tore off her apron at the door, tossing it into a plastic bag as she made her way out of the bakery toward the post office. It wasn’t too far from the bakery so she could make it on foot. She only hoped she would be back on time.

She hurried down the road, her fingers grazing the paper stuffed deep in her pocket. It had taken her long hours to get the courage to write this letter, and at some point she wondered if she was making a mistake.

The event that had occurred in New York flashed through her mind once again, and the look he had given her was imprinted and stuck in her head. How bitter he had been, the hate and disgust in his eyes when he kicked her out of his club and even back when he had ordered her to pay for the dress.

Did she expect him to even listen to what she had to say? Would he even read this letter? It was a big bet, a risky one at that but Madison knew she had no other choice.

She wrote the letter with hopes that reading the words, instead of seeing her face would make a difference to him. Maybe if he didn’t have to see her face, he would be calm enough to read and listen to what she had to say.

Taking a deep breath, Madison soon got to the post office and walking in she immediately went to the first official she saw, “Hello, good day,” She greeted, “I would like to send a letter…?”

She saw the postman look up from what he was doing, a smile forming on his face when he saw her. “Hello there. A letter… yes I can help you with that. Where is this letter headed?”

Madison looked down at the paper in her hand. It wasn’t too late to turn back now, stop herself from making what might end up being a huge mistake, but again she sucked in a breath and placed the letter on the counter sliding it across to him, “New York.”

The postman nodded, “Alright. I’ll fetch a form I’ll need you to fill out and then we’re good to go.”

“Okay.” Madison nodded with a small smile.

As they waited for one of the workers to fetch the document, the postman smiled at her, “So…you’re new in town?”

Madison laughed, “No. I’ve lived here for a while.”

He faked a frown. “Really? Are you sure? Surely I would have spotted a face so pretty by now if you lived in town. Well, I’m honored, Mrs…”

Madison knew where this was going. Something she definitely didn’t want to entertain but she didn’t want to look or sound to rude and so she replied, “Miss… and it’s Madison.”

“A pretty name for a pretty lady. And you’re single obviously as well?”

Madison smiled, shrugging already feeling a tad bit uncomfortable. She exhaled in relief when the worker brought the document which she immediately began to fill and she was done, she handed it over to the postman, “That’s all right?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” She added when he nodded and as she turned to go she heard him call out her name.

“Yes?” She asked, turning back.

“I was wondering if you’d like to meet sometime. Maybe we could go out and visit this nice restaurant about a mile away… what do you say?”

Madison smiled at him but then she shook her head, “I’m sorry, but I’ll have to decline. I’m really busy with work and all but thanks for the offer.”

Without waiting to see his reaction, she swirled around, breezing out of the post office and hurried back to the bakery.

She only had ten minutes left till lunch was over and she had to walk real fast to meet up.