That final hour passed a little too quickly for my liking. Before I knew it, the maid had shown up and grabbed two of my three bags, leaving me to carry the third and final one down the flight of stairs.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I took one last glance around the entrance room that would inevitably be my last glance of my first prison. However, the only thing of any importance in this area of the house was a large hanging picture of my mother, smiling, in a yellow sundress, on the beach. She was epitome of beautiful in my eyes, I wished I could have known her, and I mourn her death of which I caused. A small amount of comfort was in my heart, knowing that at least I had her blood running through my veins.
However, the ecstasy from the vision of my mother subsided as my father walked into the room. I expected him to scold me, or berate me, yet he did not. He was probably too content with himself because of the fact that he no longer had to see me under his roof again, and that in a few short months his relationship with me would be terminated, indefinitely.
I look over to the large grandfather clock and with that glance, I saw the hands strike 10, meaning, my fate was sealed. At the exact moment the hands synchronized with the numerals 10 and 12 the sound of a fist banging on the front door became evident.
My father smirked over at me as I shifted my eyes to the floor, preparing myself for the change that was about inflict potential havoc on my life.
My father walked over to the large oak doors and opened them quickly, probably hoping to get the exchange over with quickly. However, to my surprise there stood the chestnut haired man, "Mr. Kaiba", rather than the chauffer I assumed he would send for me. He sent a deadly glare towards my father, however, when his gaze shifted towards me, while it did not loose any of its ferocity, his eyes did not seem to warrant the previous death wish they had shown yesterday. I took this as a potential good sign, hoping that my future life with him would not be as terrible as I had originally speculated, though there was no doubt in my mind that neither of us could ever love one another.
After my father had opened the door, Mr. Kaiba had walked through the entranceway without as much as a glance in my father's direction. He strode into a position about two feet away from me and glared down at me. He glared for about a minute before holding out his hand. I tentatively rose my hand and uneasily placed it into his, shaking it in the process.
"He-hello, Mr. Kaiba" I stuttered nervously.
"Miss. Nemes" he said assertively. Honestly, I do not believe I have ever met someone who radiates confidence as much as this man, not even my own father.
He released my hand quickly, and to my surprise, grabbed two of my bags that were placed by the door, again leaving me only to carry one. As he began walking towards the door, he turned around, addressing me once again.
"Where are your other things? I have a truck on its way to collect them," he stated in an arrogant, yet annoyed manner.
I looked towards my feet as I replied, "Mr. Kaiba, the three bags you and I are holding are the only bags I have. You need not bother yourself with the truck."
He stared at me as if I was from another planet for a moment before replying, "And you're sure this is all you want to bring with you?"
"Sir, this is all I have, there couldn't possibly be anything more for me to bring" I replied nervously.
With a short nod and a final glare at my father, Mr. Kaiba left through the entrance of the house. I followed behind him, however, I stopped in front of my father to say my last goodbye, however, before I could he interrupted me just as I was about to open my mouth.
"Save it, I don't want any words of farewell from something like you. Now leave, and remove yourself from the property, permanently.
Without another word, I turned and trailed after Mr. Kaiba, leaving behind me my previous life, unsure of my emotions because I could not comprehend whether or not my future life will change for the better, or for the worse.
As I reached the car, I placed the bag I was carrying into the trunk beside the other two that had previously been put there by Mr. Kaiba. Unsure of what to do next I noticed the right, back door to the limousine left ajar. With nothing else to do, I slid into the car, closing the door softly behind me. Glancing around, I noticed Mr. Kaiba sitting diagonally from me, talking angrily into the phone. I sat in silence as the limousine started and drove off, leaving the premises of Carter Nemes's estate behind.
After about 15 minutes, Mr. Kaiba hung up his phone. Unsure of whether or not I should speak I chose to remain silent as he took out a laptop computer and began typing furiously away on it. After another 15 minutes of absolute silence, with the exception of the light tapping of the keys on his computer, I finally worked up the courage to ask Mr. Kaiba a question that had been nagging me since the moment I learned I would be forced to marry him.
"Um, Mr. Kaiba?" I asked quietly, secretly hoping he had not heard me so I could pretend I never spoke.
"What?" He asked irritated.
"I apologize for disturbing you, but, I can not contain my curiosity any longer, I was just wondering, in what manner should I address you? You see, I do not even know your first name. Would you prefer me to continue addressing you as Mr. Kaiba? Or would you prefer something else? "I asked, terrified of the reply I was about to receive.
For a moment, he stared at me as if I had five heads. 'He must think I am completely retarded', I thought to myself. I waited timidly for his reply until he finally spoke moments later.
"While I prefer not to be addressed by my first name, I suppose it will look peculiar if my own wife does not address me in such a way, therefore you may call me Seto, however, I would prefer it if you would save your pointless questions for a period of time when I am not busy working." He stated, clearly aggravated by my incompetence. "Do you have any more idiotic questions for me before I continue on with my work?"
I gulped silently before I said, "Just two sir, I mean Seto, I was wondering where I will be staying, and also, if you could supply me with a copy of the contract our father's made together."
I could feel myself shaking as I awaited his prompt reply.
"First off, Gozaburo was not my father, he was merely a pawn in my plan to rise to the top, secondly, you will be staying in my mansion with my brother, Mokuba, and I. Finally, I see no point in your possession of a copy of that document. However, if you find it so important I really do not care. There is no way out of it, I have had dozens of lawyers look at it, but if you think that one lousy little girl, such as you, can find the loop hole, then have at it, though I know you will have no luck in the matter."
With that, he brought out his briefcase and handed me a two-page document, which I assumed to be the contract. He the set off to work again leaving me to read the terms of the contract in silence.
It is the agreement between both Gozaburo Kaiba and Carter Nemes that before the 21st birthday of Gozaburo's eldest adopted son, Seto Kaiba, said son must marry the legitimate daughter of Carter Nemes, Kira Nemes. Upon this marriage the two companies, Kaiba Corporation and Nemes Industrial Technology Enterprise, will merge, both having complete control of the others assets. Through this arranged marriage, neither Seto Kaiba or Kira Nemes will be able to file for a divorce and the marriage can only be terminated if both of the perspective guardians, Gozaburo Kaiba and Carter Nemes, are in agreement of the division of the two children. This contract is irrevocable without the consent of both Gozaburo Kaiba and Carter Nemes. If the two children have not been married by the 21st birthday of Gozaburo Kaiba's eldest adopted son, then both Seto Kaiba and Kira Nemes will loose all rights to their perspective companies. This includes the rights Mokuba Kaiba possesses to Kaiba Corporation. In addition, if Kira Nemes and Seto Kaiba do not marry they will both be sent to prison for "Breach of Contract" and will each spend at the very least, 10 years, in confinement.
Signed,
Gozaburo Kaiba
Carter Nemes
As I finished reading the contract my heart began to sink, there really was no way out. I felt the limousine begin to slow down and I glanced at the window. In front of the limousine were to large, black, iron gates with a large K being created by the two separate gate doors meeting in the middle. I stared out the window as the beautiful manor came closer into view.