"But all these scars, they will always remind you of the beast that I am." He said in a hushed tones, caressing the scars on her face. "Not when they can be turned into beautiful scars." Her response echoed with confusion and incredulity to him. How could all the pain he had inflicted on her turn into something good? A broken and desperate, depressed Billionaire, and the poorest of all naive girl who just lost everything in a blink of an eye, and her mother just traded her like a piece of trash. They are to be bound together by a contract as husband and wife for just five months. Everything seems to be under control, until one night of total madness that complicates everything. She had done and sacrificed so much for him, asking nothing in return or ever complaining. In return, he asked for one night to treat her like the loving wife she is supposed to be. One night they surrendered and lost their souls to each other, marking the beginning of their unquenchable thirsts for each other. In the short run, a bond is formed. What happens if the two of them break the major rule of the contract? Who will bear the blame? What's the punishment for such an offense? When feelings arise, can they embrace them? But what happens when his real love returns? His crush. His first love. The one he once went insane for. She doesn't return empty-handed. She is seven months pregnant with the son he thought she lost. What will he do? Wait... His passionate nights with his contract wife bore fruits too. She is expecting his child. Will he marry both of them, or who will he choose?
View MoreWhite ceiling, blue-themed room. I blink a couple of times.
"I am alive." I murmur to myself.The last thing I remember is falling into the middle of the road after a car hit me. I thought that was the end of me and my miserable pathetic life, but it seems my time is not up yet! I don't know whether to be happy about that or not, though. Sigh!Wait. where am I?This sure is not a hospital bed. This heavy-duty mattress, how many inches is it anyway? And this expensive white bed.. I think it's what they call king or queen size? Did I wake up in paradise or am I in the afterlife?My head hurts, but I pull myself up and sit up, leaning backwards to support my bandaged head. I am glad I don't have fractured bones, but a side of my hip hurts, alongside my bandaged head and arm.The door opens, which is quite a distance from the bed because this room is enough to accommodate five more beds of the same size. A man saunters in. Adorable height, medium size body and finest jaws. This is a bit confusing now.If I got into an accident, wasn't I supposed to wake up in a hospital or in my house? Who is this, cold rich guy? His eyes are cold with a look that can make anybody bow to his dominant demeanor. I bet his voice would hold such a demeanor as well. His complex figure and composure exude confidence and authority.Where am I again?"Who are you?" I ask, as he walks to stand beside me, giving me the pleasure and honor to take in his sweet pheromones. I have never smelled something as sweet as this, and that is why the butterflies in my stomach are surprised."Your husband!" His voice is as I expected - icy, deep, and sweet.I swallow hard. First, I have never had a boyfriend, let alone a husband. Second, even if I was to be married, it would have not been to this tycoon god who is stinking like the most purest sin. I can not fit in his world, and he can't stoop so low to my own. We are like water and paraffin, or two parallel roads, or better yet, heaven and earth. Thanks to that expensive joke he just pulled there, I am smiling bitterly. My husband my left foot!"How long have I been dead?" I ask, looking into his dark brown eyes. There is this deep and dark sheer in them, making him appear dangerously smoky."What?"Oh, his voice, ooh!"Yeah! If I am married, that means I am in the afterlife. I did not have a boyfriend, not to talk of being married before I got into that accident." I say, looking at this beautiful but confusing stranger. How can he say I am his wife?"I am not a bad person. I just did what I had to do. What I felt was right." He speaks, his cold tone of voice as calm and soft as it can ever be, presumably, it can't go beyond that."What do you mean?" I ask, and he pulls out an envelope from the drawer beside the bed and hands it to me. "What's in it?" I ask, without showing any interest in accepting it. These rich people are annoyingly weird. Very, annoyingly weird!"Check it."I kick the blue duvet aside and get out of the comfortable bed, grabbing the envelope from him and slightly limping to the table near the window.I empty the contents of the envelope on the table, and the first thing that catches my attention makes my heart skip several beats.My mother's ID?What is happening here? Did something bad happen to my mother?"Why do you have my mother's ID? Where is she? Is she alright?" I rant nonstop to the stranger. My heart feels so heavy all of a sudden, like a bomb is about to explode. "Tell me she is okay.""Relax! Your mother is perfectly fine. I just kept that as part of the agreement until you wake up, so that I can confirm that she really is your mother." A calming explanation, but more confusing.This woman has made me see hell and live on its shores since birth. Anything and everything about her makes my spine cold."She is my mother." The shock on his face, huh? I smell a rat here!What just happened in the few hours I was unconscious? I am starting to tremble, my bones growing weak.Oh, Man! I hope she didn't screw you too! It would be such a pity! Such...a... pity!"Why? What did she do? And why am I here? Who are you and what is this place?" I query."Everything is well explained in that contract.""Cont... what?"What does me getting hit by a car and waking up in a strange house with a strange person, got to do with a freaking damn contract? It would have been self-explanatory if I woke up in a police cell, for mistakenly being accused of intentionally getting myself hit by a car so that I can demand for some compensation. I would also have understood it if I woke up in a mental hospital, because I am sure I looked like a lost zombie on the road yesterday. But here? What can explain all this? And a contract?"Please, read it and understand every clause in it. It is important. Your...mother signed her part. But it's entirely your decision to agree to sign yours."Whoa! I have a very bad feeling. What did you do this time, mother? Why do I feel hurt already even without knowing what this damn contract is all about?"You know what Mr? My head is aching so much and my vision is a bit blurry due to the pain. I may not be able to see well." I lie. The pain is not even severe in my head. It is in my heart where the real pain is. I am so scared of what is in this contract. My mother has always had bad intentions for me, and I don't know the intensity of her hatred. I know she can't sign me off for anything good. "I suppose you know the contents of this contract. Tell me what it says. Explain it bit by bit and in the most simplest way possible. What sort of deal did you make with my mother?" I look straight into his damn sweet icy eyes, and him - he does not even blink as he does me the honor of relaying to me the shock of my life. No, the heartbreak of my life!"It's a contract stating that you will be officially my wife for five months. I am paying you a hundred million for the five months you will stay with me."Period! Disgustingly simple! pathetic madness!The sky must be turning red for the very first time since its creation, that is why even the aura I am breathing right now is not the usual oxygen. This one is suffocating! It's choking me! I can't breathe at all!Someone bring me back to earth, because I doubt it's where all this nonsense is happening!Since when did people's lives had a price tag on them? Who in this era has such a huge amount of money to just give it away like that? And who at this age and era buys a wife? What? Doesn't he know how to court a woman? From his looks and the amount he is offering, he must be freaking stinking rich! He definitely is swimming in money and luxury. So why can't he find a woman to marry? Is he a shape-shifting vampire that no woman can stand? Wait, who the hell even brought about this absurd deal anyway?"Who between you two came up with this madness?" I ask, my eyes maintaining their stare at him, and him being as icy as he looks. He doesn't blink still."I did."I sigh out a relief!Well, at least it wasn't my crazy impossible mother. Now I feel relieved, and the air is a bit fresh again. But did she have to agree? That alone hurts, but it's less painful than..."Your mother had a different kind of deal first." Shit! No, double that shit!"What did she propose?" I shoot at him."Are you sure you want....""Yes." I cut him off. "What the heck did my mother propose?""A million for your life. She wanted me to take you as whatever I wanted, for just a million!"Everything stands still, and I forget how to breathe for a minute. What..the..hell?Anything? For a mere million?One drop. Two drops. Three drops. I have two streams of tears flowing down my two chubby cheeks. What's that again? I had a feeling this was going to hurt, but I didn't know it would be this much.I have gone through so much pain - the pain of her hatred, the pain of her insults, the pain of her slaps, the pain of always being on the losing end. Everything has been painful for me in general, but this pain surpasses every other pain I have felt before. All of my pains mixed together can not compare to this one.My mother sold me off to a stranger? And just for a mere one fucking million? She was busy trading me off like a mere garbage while I was lying unconscious on the hospital bed? I am sure she didn't even care to find out who this man is! I was lying unconscious and all she was thinking about was how to get rid of me?What did I ever do to this woman?All she has ever given me are nothing but pain after pain, but trading me off like a stinking garbage is the last straw!She doesn't want me? She wants me out of her life? I am also freaking tired of her. I am done hoping and wishing that she will ever change. I am fucking done trying to be a good daughter that I will never be to her.This is the highlight of all your hatred towards me mother! I am so done crying for you. I am done caring for you. Today, you have given me enough reason to do what's best for you and me.This is for the greater good!I wipe away the tears, and look at this stranger. I don't think I have words for him right now. What my mother has done is the only thing ringing in my head, and it's ringing so loud.I take the pen from his shirt, and he is shocked at that, but I don't care. I open the contract, but he grabs my hand."Hey! If you don't want to go through with it, I won't force you. You still have the chance to back down. I will pay your mother what she asked so she won't bother you." He speaks."Don't they say that parents, especially mothers, always know what is best for their children? This is what my mother thinks is best for me. I am an adult, and I have no objections whatsoever. I am righting her decision. I want this!""You are angry.""I am sober. I want this, so let me!" He let go of my hand unwillingly, and I sign on the spaces left for me.I close the contract and put it back in the envelope, returning the pen where I took it from. I hand him the envelope."When can I get the first half?""By today evening." He says."Good. I will go see my mother the day after tomorrow. Is that alright?""Sure. No problem." He says."I need some rest.""Go ahead. The doctor will be coming to check on your wound later on in the day."I nod my head, and stroll to the bed, while he makes his way to the door."Wait, my husband." I call before he can walk out, and he turns around. "What should I call you?""Jerol O'Brian McCall, is my name. Call me Jerol from now on, Mrs McCall." I nod my head, and he walks out, closing the door behind him."Mrs McCall." I murmur to myself as I tuck myself under the blue duvet again.Mrs McCall, it is, for five months!A month later!Stamping my imprints on the red carpet as I start down the aisle, I am beyond enthusiastic. Things have been nothing but blissful for the past one month.Grego has ascertained his devotion to being a son and a brother that he has never been since birth. He has authenticated the worth of the second chance he was given. He is now working for his parent's insurance company as a marketer. Yes, he said he will take things from the bottom up. Not receiving favors from anyone for anything. He is dedicated and aggressive in working his way up. His relationship with his family has amplified remarkably. Their parents are so happy and contented. And Jerol, he is no less happy. Well, and Ellie?Ellie... Ellie... Ellie!!!She is just there, happy with her child which is due next month, and happy with Grego too. Her relationship with Jerol is just, gross. They exchange nothing more than pleasantries and that too, only when it's necessary. Well, I haven't gotten close to her as well,
"Listen, Jerol. I take all the blame for what has occurred. I planned it all, and she tried talking me out of it several times. Don't hold anything against her, please." Grego pleads.Would you look at that power couple of the century! For better or for worse, huh? They are both covering up for each other. Amazing! I am annoyingly loving this. At least they have something admirable!"Unfortunately, I can not pretend that I don't find her guilty. I am willing to let this go for the sake of Father and Mother. But if you two try anything funny, anything at all, I will personally drag your asses to the jail cells!" Jerol roars, and as if that was not a threat, everyone breathes out their suppressed breath which I hadn't noticed.It's like, the decision all lay in him! "Thank you, little brother!""What am I? Ten years? Call me that again and I will break your nose!" My! My husband looks so dangerously cute when throwing tantrums."You broke it two days ago already, bro! You want to turn
"Woow!!! You look spectacular! My goodness!" Mrs Mcall can't help the amazement of seeing me all dolled up in style.Well, I can't blame her. Today, I want to feel fit in this circle. I said I will learn from her how to conduct myself like them. If she grew up poor and now she looks like she grew up in a palace, why can't I adjust? So I went the extra mile and made an effort today. I got myself a classy white silky dress that hugs every inch of my curves perfectly, leaving nothing accentuated. The V-neck line is not deep on both sides. Nothing revealing. Modesty is key for me. I matched it with an inch-and-a-half high pink stilettos. I can't handle anything higher than that unless I want to start cursing the night before the supposed dinner is even halfway. Then I got myself a makeup artist and a hairstylist. I did light makeup. They are not even my thing, but as I said, circumstances called for this. With my hair cascading loose past my shoulders unlike my usual tight bun signature
I wake up draped tight and encompassed by Jerol's sweet arms. There is no doubt that right in his arms, is the sweetest and safest place I would want to dwell all my life.The night was crazily sweet, wild, intense, and everything that pleasure depicts. It was long and rough at some point, and my poor pot of honey can attest to that. The friction I am feeling, the tight muscles, the soreness... I still feel so filled up, like a piece of his member got stuck in there. My!What a night it was! Ooh, what a night!"Good morning!" He lifts up his face, searching for my lips which I gladly direct to him as we share a beautiful morning kiss. "Did you sleep well?" He asks me after the kiss, nuzzling my cheek with his thumb as he buries his orbs deep into mine.Did I sleep well? How can someone not sleep peacefully after such a mind-boggling night, huh? I slept like a baby. I still feel so raw, and a little bit horny. With the memories of last night clogging up my not-so-holy brain, I can't he
"We are here." Jerol says, waking me up. I am becoming so prone to sleep nowadays. I hope I am not becoming a lazy bone. Eyes roll!I wake up, yawning as if I have been napping for a whole decade, and stretching my stiff and fragile muscles. A little slumber and I wake up feeling like crap, yet I still have eight whole months! My!Shooting my eyes outside, I try to scan and take in the ostensibly exotic atmosphere which does not seem familiar at all. Not the environment, not the place itself, nothing rings a bell. Where did Jerol bring me? Even the aura bleeds so distinctly. But then again, I should actually smirk at myself for mocking myself. Where do I know? Heck! I have been to no other place aside from that disgusting shitty home. Jerol's place was the second place I got a chance to know. All the same, wherever that my sweet husband brought me, I am sure I am gonna have the bliss to core here. The white fences, no, hang on! It's the white theme! The white fences, the sparkly whi
"Do you feel any better now?" I ask."I do. I will be completely fine if you are okay. If we are okay. Are we? You are not angry with me? You don't feel like strangling me?" He implores, reaching for my hands across the table and hugging them tight in his warm ones.I won't deny it since it's not even a secret. I missed his touch. I don't know how long it had been but it feels like we were at odds for eternity. I missed this closure."Drinking is and never will be an exception for me, Jerol. No matter your reasons, it will still be wrong for me. I grew up with a drunkard, I can't handle another one." I sincerely explain."I am sorry. I just felt like I had messed up in the worst way. I was so ashamed of facing you and my desperation led me to a bar and I thought of drowning all the combo of sentiments I was feeling in alcohol. Again, I am sorry. I failed you. Sorry, love. I won't try that shit again." He says."You didn't fail me, Jerol. You know I would have listened to you even afte
Sauntering back into the castle, I run into Terry doing her rounds inside. My stomach rumbles upon seeing her, reminding me that I haven't eaten breakfast. Actually, the last meal I remember having was yesterday's breakfast. My baby must be wondering what kind of a mother it has to starve her like this.Forgive me, baby. Mommy just had a lot of things to take care of. But I won't forget you again."Uuumh. Ma'am? Seems like I was right after all." Terry giggles, winking at my hand as I caress my belly. Huh! I didn't even realize I was caressing it, just like I did not realize when she ambled here.Well, I think she deserves to know that her silly hoax that nearly killed me was not actually a joke at all like I squealed that day. It was neither a bad miracle getting pregnant, as I termed it earlier. It is a sweet miracle. And what's more, it's Jerol's first child. The only one since that bitch is out of the way now. Dang! I still have to break the shocking news to him, but only when he
My drive to the McCall's home is quiet with wild sentiments galloping through my mind. I can't help but worry about Jerol. I don't want to see him that way. I don't want a drunkard for a husband. I want to understand him but not to this degree. I want to ease all his pains brought about by this, but how can I if he doesn't want to tell me what he is feeling? I am even afraid of his reaction when he learns that the baby Ellie is expecting is not his. He will be torn. How will I even tell him? We Park at the parking lot, and I step out without saying a word to Mark. Jerol's situation is choking me. I have had a very huge bile blocking my throat ever since I left the castle. I have pushed it down countless times but it keeps forming again. I hope this annoying brat does not add more to the anger I am feeling.The guards open the door for me after greetings that I only nodded to. I amble inside, and I notice four of them walk in with me, two on each of my sides. I shoot a questioning gl
Damn!Why do I feel like crap?I stretch my stiff muscles as I snuggle closer to the duvet. My mind feels like numb. Wait? I am here? In the house?I turn around, rummaging for Jerol with my hand, but the space is empty. I urge my eyes to open, and they substantiate the nothingness my hand felt. He is not here. I jerk myself up. Well, he did an applaudable job in carrying me over here and changing me into my pyjamas. I didn't even know he would bring me home. I anticipated waking up curled up in his arms at the hospital where I fell asleep. He thought it wise to bring us home which is fantastic, but where did he go this early morning? To work? What the heck is the time? It looks still looks so gloomy from the rain last night, I guess. I didn't even hear a drop of it. Yesterday was just a day on its own. Too much of everything in just a single day. I am not surprised that I slept like a deadbeat.Reaching for my phone, I check the time, and I sigh after learning that it's only eight
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Comments