Chapter 4

"What do you mean? Why should we get married? And what did you say earlier? A contract marriage?" Brenda retorted, repeating Demitri's words.

"I thought your hearing was good enough. But why didn't you hear what I said?" He remained calm but captivating, just like his cold and cruel nature.

"But what do you mean by saying that? Why me? Why should I do what you want?" Brenda asked, breathing heavily.

With a sardonic smile, Demitri lifted one of his legs and rested it on the other.

"Don't you understand with your mistake earlier? Are you stupid or just pretending to be stupid with your behavior earlier?" His baritone voice sounded heavy.

"I know I was wrong, but why should I be the one to do that? You can find another woman to do it. If you want compensation from me, you won't lose out on getting a kiss from a beautiful girl like me, right? And now, you can just let me out of your car, or I... I can pay a penalty or whatever you want for what I did earlier."

Seeing no response from Mr. Franklin, just silent horror in his gaze, Brenda finally spoke again.

She took a deep breath while looking back at him with a mix of fear and determination. "Open the door, I want to get out of here. Quickly, open the car door!"

Brenda started to panic. She tried several times to unlock the door and handle, but it was in vain.

Again, Demitri's sardonic laughter could be heard. "There's no need to be afraid, I'm just asking you to have a contract marriage with me." He paused for a moment before continuing.

"This won't harm you, right?" he said casually. "You can be free from that guy earlier, and I will be too."

If she could, Brenda would want to borrow Thor's hammer from the Marvel character to hit Demitri's head until it sunk into the earth's crust.

"We will also make an agreement, whatever you want, just write it down. We will do this only for six months," Demitri offered with a smirk.

"How about it? My offer isn't bad, right? You can ask for anything and write it in the contract."

Brenda fell silent, furrowing her brow slightly, indicating that she was thinking hard.

"I will also give you compensation after the contract is over, how about that? One million dollars for six months," Demitri continued negotiating.

With this, she could freely reject any matchmaking her mother arranged for her, and automatically, she would also be free from the numerous women chasing after him out there once he had a wife.

"If you accept this offer, we will meet tomorrow and get married. We will also sign the agreement letter for the terms you want, which can be written afterwards. Mutual symbiosis. How about it?"

For the umpteenth time, Demitri asked with a grin. He was truly observing the woman in front of him.

'Not bad, she's beautiful enough to be my wife. I'm quite smart to quickly think of this, and yeah... This is an unexpected coincidence,' he thought to himself.

Brenda remained silent, digesting Demitri's words. Their eyes met again, as she observed and paid attention.

Demitri's words were terrifying, and what was that earlier? She would be killed? How could that be?

Based on his appearance and wealth, Brenda felt that Demitri would not lie to her. Even though the "killing words" frightened her, his offer somewhat overshadowed that fear.

"There's nothing wrong with what he said. He's right, I won't lose out either. But even so, this is no longer a matter of playing around. No... I don't want to toy with marriage."

"I am Brenda Ciffoni, and I will not play around with a marriage like that. I will only marry the man of my choice, and there is no such thing as a contract marriage or anything like that. Don't even dream that I will agree to your ridiculous request!"

Brenda shook her head, and then she tried to unlock the door. When she saw the automatic key at the driver's seat, she stood up and tried to reach it, attempting to unlock the door and leave immediately. But...

"Where are you going? Hmm? Stay here. I didn't get the answer I wanted. See, if you disagree, I will still force you!" Brenda quickly shook her head, pushing away Demitri's strong grip.

"I won't let you go until your answer satisfies me. But whether you refuse or not, I will still marry you. We will still have a contract marriage." Demitri gripped her hand tightly.

"No! I won't play around with a marriage. I don't want to marry you! Let me go!"

Her breathing became rapid, and Brenda kept struggling inside the car. As a result, the car rocked heavily from the outside. Some of the passersby looked and whispered, their gazes appearing lewd, as if they were imagining a fierce battle inside the car's seat.

Exchanging saliva and moaning with pleasure amidst a flood of sweat. But unfortunately, all of that had to be interrupted. Because the two individuals inside were currently quarreling.

"Let me go! What do you want? I already apologized to you, so please let me go and allow me to get out of here!" Brenda pleaded pitifully.

"I'm sorry, Miss. I will let you go if you agree to my request. If not, you will face the consequences. You don't know who I am. So, don't ever play games with me," Demitri said as he released Brenda's body, which was now positioned right on the car seat, or more precisely, underneath Demitri.

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Unable to escape due to Demitri's strong grip, Brenda's body was trapped beneath him. She was lying on the car seat at the moment.

Their position created a terrifying atmosphere for Brenda. Her body tensed up with fear.

Not to mention their eye contact, where Demitri's gaze was sharp, piercing through her like a sharp sword ready to tear anything in front of him.

And this position left Brenda with no room to maneuver. She was imprisoned by Demitri's muscular body. Her hands were also unable to move, trapped by the grasp of his large fingers, known as Mose Handsome Face.

After Brenda's desired rejection, Demitri finally made everything easier with ease.

"Marry me, or be prepared to...enjoy it!" Demitri whispered with a wicked smirk.

Hearing that, Brenda's face turned crimson. Her anger surged, but once again, it seemed futile as Demitri closed the gap between them.

Brenda, who was already frightened beyond measure, finally...

"Yes! Yes! Fine, I agree. I agree! But let me go. I agree to marry you. W-we will get married tomorrow. We will get married tomorrow!"

"Deal!"