EX-MATE:Destined By Fate

(Lilac)

“2 million, that's my final offer,” a man said with a slam of his hand on the armrest, the room was in utter silence. His loud, stern voice echoed throughout the small living room. The two people sitting across him exchanged shrewd glances. The woman dressed elegantly in a red floral dress let out a nervous chuckle.

“Mr. Clark…t-think it over…2 million isn't… Well,” the woman said hesitantly, elbowing her husband to say something. The man they referred to as Mr. Clark shifted his gaze from the wife and husband before him.

“I'm doing you a favor…it's not like you are selling perfect goods,” Mr. Clark snorted disdainfully and shifted from side to side. The woman nodded, although deep down she was angered. Her husband secretly nodded for her to keep calm.

“It's damaged goods, yes…but we just want you to…well, raise it a little…as it is, you'll have it for the rest of your life,” the husband said shrewdly, the woman was impressed at how honey-tongued her husband was. Mr. Clark stared at them for a while, then let out a sigh.

“If not that I'm impressed with her…do you think I'd be here begging to buy a crippled girl,” Mr. Clark said disdainfully, making the two people laugh nervously.

“I know she isn't good enough…but she can cook, clean very well…and hehehe Mr. Clark,” the woman listed the things shyly, Mr. Clark saw through her last words and smiled. Of course, the old man was bewitched by the girl's beauty.

“They say don't judge a book by its cover…why don't you think about it…” the husband said, secretly blinking at his wife. Mr. Clark didn't utter a word, which was a good sign. He glanced at his wristwatch and nodded.

“Fine… I'll take her, but first… I need some assurance…why don't you send the little fairy to my mansion,” Mr. Clark said shrewdly while licking his lips seductively. The two people chuckled mischievously and held each other's hands in excitement.

“Done…it's done, Mr. Clark…go home and wait for your package…” the woman remarked and rose to her feet. Her husband did the same and stumbled to get to Mr. Clark.

“Hehe, you are a generous man… I'll. Make sure your package is fully ready,” the husband chimed in and poured some wine into Mr. Clark's glass.

“So…about the payment…”

“I'll send the payment after I taste the goods,” Mr. Clark said shamelessly, making the two people giggle inwardly. Meanwhile, the girl standing by the stairs gripped her crutches tightly. Tears rained down her face. I had always felt safe and loved with my aunt and uncle, Mary and John. But this was out of control. I couldn't help but feel like I was unwanted, unloved, and alone. The thought of being taken away from the only family I had ever known made me feel like my heart was breaking into a million tiny pieces.

Tears streamed down my face as I tried to make sense of what I had just heard. How could the people I trusted and loved, who had given me a home and a family, even consider doing something like this? I slowly but surely used my clutches to get to my room. I could as well as blame my left leg for not being functional. It was hard to walk without crutches. But I managed to get to my room.

“Hey Lily, come to the shop. I have some work for you,” I opened my phone and the first thing I heard was a voice message from my boss. Despite how I was in a bad mood, I had to go to work.

I didn't have a choice. My name is Lilac Anderson, people call me Lily for short. I'm a 22-year-old girl. I was born and raised in this big city, although we lived in a small neighborhood. I had no recollection of my childhood memories. All I knew was that my parents died when I was little. My aunt and uncle took me in and raised me. I worked at a small flower shop owned by the best granny that ever lived. Mrs. Williams was my boss. She gave me a job when everything seemed dark.

“And where are you going?” Mary asked me immediately as I was about to sneak out of the house. I was a little startled, but soon regained my wits.

“Well, I… Mrs Williams needs some help…so I'm heading there,” I said hesitantly, not daring to look at her. I had to pretend as if I didn't know what they were planning.

“There's no need for you to work there anymore…your uncle and I found a way to pay back the debts,” Mary said nonchalantly, I wasn't so surprised about it. I knew they found another target to milk money from. Biting back tears, I nodded.

“But I need to take care of my daughter… I…”

“She's not your daughter…at least that's what we agreed, Lily…do you think any man would want you,” Mary cut me off and said disdainfully. I saw nothing but disgust in her eyes. Averting my eyes from her. I knew what she meant.

“Little Sophie is our child…what can a crippled girl do, huh…you can't even take care of yourself…” Mary spat out angrily and advanced. I didn't say a word to her.

“If…you tell me who the father is…”

“Look at you…you don't even know how you got pregnant…anyway I have no time for you,” Mary added and turned away elegantly “I want you to go to Mr. Clark…he has a job for you,” Mary said, and I knew what this was all about. I only nodded and struggled to open the front door because my crutches kept getting in the way. Or was I eager to leave the forsaken house?

“Go and come back before 4 pm,” I heard her shout after me when I slammed the door shut. Letting out an exhalation I glanced at the sky, it was a beautiful sunny day. The harsh rays were quite blinking. It was summer, it got even hotter. But this was to my advantage. Only if I could remember a few things. Then everything would be better. Unfortunately, I didn't, my memory was blurred. I sighed and left our house to Mrs. Williams's shop. I wasn't going to see that old flabby man. I'd rather die than be a mistress to such a disgusting old man.