The Unholy Matrimony - Chapter 7
Phoebe went straight to the bathroom as she felt a bit uneasy in her stomach. Please, not now! She told herself. I can't get pregnant now! She almost had him in her clutches and pregnancy was not an option now. She needed to get her plan to work quickly.
She gathered all the important files
and documents and climbed into her car, drove off to meet some of Hunter's
rival candidates. She had called a few important ones and two of them agreed to
meet her today. Sorry my husband, she thought nastily. All good
things must come to an end including you.
She received a call from Peter Hawke
from Mirage Ltd regarding their meeting. He was totally anxious to get the
formula and documents that Phoebe promised earlier to give him. "Hello,
Phoebe are you there yet?"
"I'll be there in a minute. I
stuck in the stupid traffic!"She frowned.
"Alright then, I'll see you at
the Robson Bakery." Click.
She had chosen Peter for the right
reason. He is the top contender for the project that Hunter had been vying to
get this year. It would be pleasant to see his reaction when he knew that his
enemy was already ahead of him in this.
She reached the spot in no time,
parked beside a shady tree and climbed out of her car. She smoothed down her
peasant dress before putting on her sun glass and walked straight into the
bakery cafe.
"Hi, you must be Phoebe."
Peter stood and greeted her.
"Nice to meet you here,"
she offered her hand and he took it and kissed it.
Peter Hawke was an older favorite of
hers. With closely cropped salt and pepper hair, high cheekbones and rough line
on his face, she knew this man worked hard all his years. He worn a tailor-made
grey suits and slacks with matching jacket.
"I thought I've seen you
somewhere." Phoebe said, recalling back some of her memories.
"We've met at the gala earlier
this month." he told her.
"I thought you were married.
Where's your wife?" she giggled.
"She died a few months
ago," he sounded sad. He smoothed his jacket and called the waiter.
"What would you like to have?"
Phoebe browsed through the menus and
found nothing impressed her much. "I think a latte would be great!"
she suggested finally.
Few minutes later, their orders
arrived and Phoebe started out with the first document then arranged a deal
between them. "You must not tell anyone about this. I must stay clean from
all the accuse!" she demanded.
"That can be arranged. Just a
small matter from my side," he reassured her.
Phoebe left the cafe about an hour
later before she rushed towards her next stop, Michigan Corp owned by Xander
Cunningham. Xander was another candidate that always named top contender for
many projects that Hunter managed to snatch from. Tall with slender body,
blonde hair and grey eyes, Xander was a very simple guy yet very ambitious. He
believed more in quality and will do anything to get it. Phoebe had agreed to
meet him at his office later that day and she felt an excitement in playing
this game.
She couldn't help herself but smile
along her way to this guy's office. Every eligible bachelor's trap, being
handsome, rich and manipulative was all the right attributes to lure any girl
to their trap.
Phoebe took out the documents she
brought together and handed them to Xander. "Wow, impressive!" he
looked with amazement. "Are you sure about this?"
"I'm very sure," she
reassured him.
"Well like I said, hell hath no
fury like a woman scorned!" he joked. 'Thanks anyway." he shook her
hand.
"Good luck then, I'm cleared
from this. Hope you keep it to yourself only." Phoebe reminded him on her
way out.
Finally, she reached home and she
hurried to her bedroom and lied on the mattress satisfyingly. Two done and
one more to go, she thought. As her goals were just a few more steps to
reach, she felt a bit guilty suddenly. Hunter never hurt her feeling all this
while and never did something to abuse her. He always waited patiently for her
and always be there when she needed him. Now she felt clueless, she was torn
between her vengeance and her love. Did she really fall in love by now?
She snapped out of her thought when
she heard footstep approaching her bed, its Hunter sitting next to her with a
smile on his face. She looked at him and rested her head against his lap.
"What troubled you?"He asked lovingly.
"I'm just bored along up here
and there's no one for me to talk with here too," she babbled.
He lied down next to her and strokes
her hair; she could feel the rise and fall of his chest which sent shiver down
her spine. She couldn't forget the sound of his panting, ragged breath when
they were making love. She looked at him, and found his now innocent face
looking at her lovingly.
Suddenly, his cell phone rang and he
picked it up, “Yes Harry what's the matter?"
Harry, his financial adviser sounded
anxious, in fact it sounded more like worry, "Terrible news man. There are
a lot of bad things. Somebody snatched our projects and the legal files
concerning Halliwells were already gone! I couldn't find them anywhere!"
Hunter lurched upward, "What,
that's impossible! We’ve taken great care of these things!" He glanced at
his wife and continued, "I'll be there in an hour. Thanks."
Phoebe faked her worried look,
"Why, what's going on?"
Hunter quickly dressed, "I don’t
know. But I'm going to find here and I'll be back soon!"
Hunter marched straight into his
office and met Harry pacing in there. "What's going on here?" he
asked impatiently. All his staffs are already talking about the deception that
going on in the office. Managers and executives there were looking uneasy like
they going to bolt or something.
"Its bad man, your two close
contenders grabbed those projects using our formulas!"he whispered. He was
totally shaking and he continued, "And there are alleged reports that we
scheming to get our projects and deals."
"That's not true!" Hunter
protested. He recalled back few things that he fought in dirty ways. "Well
maybe a few that I used their bitch wife to lure them into the deal."
"We needed to answer to them,
fast!" Harry insisted.
"Our companies' issues are on media!
How’s that possible?" Hunter raked through his hair with his fingers.
The minutes later, there was huge
cheer and boo in the hall and boardroom when the reporter called Hunter,
"Social climbing sociopath who got married forcefully to cover his
scandals and foster prosperity for his business". Hunter gaped in horror
and pushed his way through the crowds and took the elevator down. To his
horror, many reporters were already in the entrance getting ready to shoot him
with millions of controversial questions.
He quietly tiptoed his way to the
parking lot and climbed into his car without anybody noticing. He sped off to
his house to confront none other than his wife, Phoebe.
Upon reaching home, Hunter quickly
went straight to Phoebe's room and led her to the living room. "Phoebe,
did you or did you not run through files at my office?" he looked
determined and furious.
"No I'm not!" she
protested. "I only re-organize all your things, which that’s all!"
Hunter speared his hand through his
hair again, "Then how did all this messes happen?" As he talked he
flicked open the television and increase the volume.
Respected tycoon
emerged as jerk over unspeakable scandals with countless women. Newly married,
Hunter Valentine accused of abused and attempted rape on 7 women, 3 of them are
married women of famous businessmen. Motives are known to get the business
deals and blackmailed their wives to convince their husbands to hand over their
shares.
Hunter frozen there, with remote in
his hands as two familiar women being interviewed on this scandal, Mona &
Martha both were his ex-flames and now they all turned against him.
"What have you done,
Hunter?" Phoebe asked teasingly. She walked past him and get into her car,
drove off to her parent house.
Hunter stood there, speechless. He
collapsed on the couch with his head in his hands. He leaned backward inhaling
deep breath as he was totally messed up by now.
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