Her eyes landed on the small piece of paper that her step-mother, in her eyes mother for all purposes and father placed in front of her. For the life that was inside of her, she couldn't make heads or tails with it.
When Lydia Swift turns twenty-two years of age, or when Terran Grey feels ready for marriage. I Donald Swift give Lydia to him for their arranged marriage. For the debt that I owe to Thomas Grey, Terran's father for my bakery. Signed, Donald Swift."You fucking sold me into an arrange marriage, to keep this shitty place up?" Her eyes narrowed into slits at her father as her tiny, shaking frame rose from her spot in the small chair. "How the hell could you?" She screamed at her "so called" father.
"Because. I couldn't lose this place your mother and I built from ground up." His response was cold and vicious towards his only daughter. "Go get something decent on, Lydia Marie. The man will be here shortly." Lydia's father said before turning and leaving her to ponder and wonder why he'd done such a cold, heartless thing.
Climbing out of his limousine, Gregory Holland stared at the business before him. It was a business that was competing against is own. And one that could soon become more powerful than his own was. Something he didn't like. Not even to think about. It was an idea that was out of the picture. Striding into the business he grinned seeing them just opening up for the day. "Mr. Holland." A man said approaching him as he smiled nodding his head.
"Mr. Greene. So good to see you once more." Gregory said to him as he smiled. Sitting with Mr. Greene Gregory began to discuss things to him. About how the two should join companies and everything.
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