Malia’s P.O.V.
“What?” We’re sitting side by side, and my eyes are wide open as well as my mouth because of the shock.
“I mean, it’s just a pretend marriage, but you can reject it if you don’t want to.” He avoided my gaze and poured another glass of wine.
I scratched my head in confusion and asked, “You’re asking me to marry you, but it’ll be a fake marriage?
He nods his head. “You see, I am already the boss of my family, but the elders wanted me to have a family to secure the lineage and the power that we have.
Family, does he mean the mafia things?
“Okay? Why don’t you just look for a wife that won’t pretend instead of asking me to do it? And besides, isn’t it supposed to be that the girl you’re marrying should be on the same level as you?
Our eyes finally met. “Where did you learn such things?
“On the TV?” At least, that’s what I know.
He shook his head and said, “That’s not how it works.”
Oh, then, the one that I know has been wrong all this time?
“Then how is it supposed to be?
“As long as you want to marry that person, it’s good.”
Woah, “So, you guys aren’t as picky as I thought.”
He glared at me, and I just gave him a peace sign. “Kidding. But why do you choose me to enter the pretend marriage with you?” He can choose someone else; I know there would be a lot of girls who would want to marry him.
“You’re the most convenient.
His answer made me stop drinking. Is he serious?
“Wow, is that a compliment?” But he didn’t pay attention to what I said.
“I have to marry someone as soon as possible, and I need it to be with someone they don’t know so they wouldn’t have the chance to use you against me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Those old geezers wanted to use me as their puppet, and if I select a girl who’s in the same industry as us, the possibility of them joining hands and making everything to tame me is high.” He pours another glass, and he continues, “So I decided to choose the one that they don’t know and the one who’s not on their side."
“How sure are you that I won’t get on their side?” I wanted to tease him a bit.
That question seemed to shake him, but he smirked after a few seconds. “I’ll kill you if that happens.
I gulped. He’s glaring at me, but there’s still a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“You’re cruel, I hissed.
He laughed at my remark, “I am; that’s why I chose you, because an unaffiliated like you is easier to kill than those puppets.
Hmp. He’s basically threatening me right now, but I can’t see any danger in his words; the alcohol must’ve gotten to me already.
He poured me another glass and stared at me.
“So, what’s your answer?
I pretend to think, although the only thing that I can think of is how I am supposed to face those big shots.
“What am I supposed to do once we’re already married? And how would things flow for me and my brother?
He took his time explaining to me everything that I would do and everything that I had to know. So far, I guarantee that he’ll protect us in case something happens, as long as I don’t betray him.
“And it’ll only last for six months, because the elders would be forced to shut their mouths once I gained further influence. It’s just that they have more influence than I do right now, which is why they still run their mouths freely.
Hmm. “Okay, it’s bearable.” I received a laugh from him. “But what would happen if I got pregnant?” As he just explained, it would be a pretend marriage, but we'd still fulfill the duties of a couple, so it’s unavoidable to get pregnant.
“Do you want to get one?” He asks.
I immediately shook my head and said, “Of course not.” This is only a pretend marriage, and after months we’ll separate our ways. I don’t want to be a single mom or have a broken family.
“Then that’s good.”
“What would happen after those six months?
He tilted his head, saying, “You will live happily ever after with your brother.
Oh, thanks; I just wish that it’s not supposed to be in heaven, I joked. A hearty laugh filled the room.
“You’re funny, of course not. I’ll make sure that you and your brother have a great and comfortable life, just like what you wished for.
“Alright, alright. That’s good enough.” I was about to take a sip of wine when I suddenly remembered something. “Are we free to have lovers while we’re married?
His stare became intense for a second. “It’s your choice.” Then he proceeded to gulp his wine. “So, do you agree to marry me?”
I bit my lip.
Protection during and after the marriage, money, and lots of money because he’ll give me a salary while we’re married, and I am free to do whatever I want while he protects me and my brother.
It’s not that bad. I don’t even have to join him in his job; I just have to stand as his pretend wife for the people to see.
“Yup. Let’s do it.
“Great.” He handed me his hand, and I accepted it. “Great way to propose too, I said as we shook our hands.
He just laughed at what I said.
We continued drinking for half an hour before we finally decided to rest.
While laying on my bed, I can’t help but think of what I just did.
“I just want to have a guarantee that my brother will be treated without any problem."
But I know that it’s just one of the reasons for my decision. I wouldn’t lie if someone said that I just want to live a comfortable life. Yes. I want to experience that.
We’ve been mistreated ever since my father married another woman, and I’ve been doing whatever I can to live until now. That’s why there’s a part of me that wants to experience the comfortable and problem-free life that Callisto is offering.
And I didn’t agree just because of those reasons; from the time that I’ve been living with Callisto, he’s been good to me and my brother. It’s one of the reasons why I agreed with him. I wouldn’t agree if someone trashy proposed to me. Duh.
“Ha... Another decision that I made. I don’t know what will happen to us from now on.
I just hope that we’ll finish the six months without any problems.
Malia’s P.O.V.“Are you ready?” Callisto let me wrap my arms around his arms.“Of course.” I respond proudly, even though I’m so nervous that I want to vomit.We’re about to go to an event that he’s invited to, and the worst part is that the big shots are there.“The question is, are you ready for the questions that everyone will ask?” I asked.“Who do you think I am?” He cockily answered. There’s a list of possible questions that people might ask us, and we made sure that we memorized them all.Since we have to pretend that we’re not pretending, we have to convince everyone that we really love each other.“I’m nervous.”He squeezes my arms and pats them lightly. “Don’t be afraid;
MALIA'S P.O.V. I held the gun tightly as he insert his finger in my p*ssy. "You f*cker!" I hissed. He let out a chuckle. "Focus, baby." His lips roamed around my neck. How can I focus when he's thrusting his finger in and out of me? He told me to practice my shooting, but he's here, distracting me every chance he gets. "Eyes in front." I want to! Ah! I gasped as he inserted another finger in my hole. "S-stop…" My hands are trembling because of the tension. I'm even having a hard time holding the gun correctly right now, how can I shoot the center? His body which was slightly pressing behind me didn't help me at all. It's just adding to the tension that I'm having right now. Not to mention his crotch that's pressing on my butt. "Shh…Focus baby, focus." He whispers, goosebumps enveloped my body as he traced my nipples with his fingers. Damn, you. "Are you turned on?" His question sounded sarcastic. "Are you blind?" Can he stop messing with me? I'm holdin
MALIA'S P.O.V.How should I escape these goons?Just how lucky am I to see them here in the club? I just want to earn a few dollars tonight!Seeing them isn't on my plan!"Hey!" the bold muscled guy pointed at me."Sh*t." There are a total of six of them and they're all chasing after me. Some of them- no, almost all of them look drunk. That is the worst state of them that I've dreamed to see when meeting them.They all managed to hurt me when they were sane, I don't want to think about the possible sh*ts they'd do when they're drunk. "Get that b*tch!" France, the goon that looked like a monkey shouted. I just know that he's gritting his rotten teeth right now. I turn to see him.Before I knew it, my mouth betrayed me. "You might lose a couple of teeth if you grit any further!" Oh shit. They all stopped running and then slowly turned in France's direction. France stopped running as well, but from where I am, I can see his head boiling. Any minute by now, his head would let out stea
Malia's P.O.V.I don't have anything with me though.I analyze him, but other than the mic, he doesn't have anything with him. So, what is he bidding?"Why don't we start with a thousand bucks?" The man behind me smiled. "Hey?" I whispered but he didn't give me any attention."Hey!" I repeat, but still, no response. His attention was on the people who were shouting thousands of dollars outside this stage. Wait, I can't hear them just before I enter the stage, but why are they so clear right now? And what the f*ck are they bidding to? The man who's wearing a tuxedo and holding a mic claps happily when a person shouts twenty thousand. "Any amount higher than twenty thousand?" He asks the crowd."Hey, what are they bidding to?" I move closer to him and whisper again.I'm fucking clueless here, this is the first time that I went to this club and I don't have any idea that there would be a surprise bidding."Why are you asking?" He eyed me curiously."-you, of course," He added.My j
MALIA'S P.O.V."Say that again." Patience left his voice."I-I'm not a stripper. I'm just a partygoer that ended up on the stage…" I don't feel like telling him that the goons are after me, who knows if he learns that fact, there's no guarantee that he won't hand me to them. "And?""A-and people started to bid…" I tried my best to look pitiful, maybe he'll let me go if he pities me. "I-I was just partying but I-I ended up on the stage… I don't know…" I added. Please! I need your pity right now. If he's the man who won the bid, and not some grandpa, I'm sure he won't let me go until he f*ck me. So my best choice right now is to win his heart and persuade him to let me go. He took a couple of heavy breaths."Ha." He ran his hand through his hair and said, "-And you don't want to be f*ck." It's not a question. I told him earlier that I'm not a stripper so I don't want to have s*x with him.I can't help it. Although I don't want to reveal what I truly am, he was about to f*ck me tha
MALIA'S P.O.V."What's your plan?" Dorothy asks while brushing her teeth."Why are you doing that here in the living room?" She just shrugged at me and continued brushing her teeth. I sigh."I don't want to talk about it anymore, maybe it would be better to just forget about it," I told her, referring to what happened in the club. "How about your part in the bidding?""They wired me the bill last night before I left the place." A deafening silence filled the room.Dorothy went back to the bathroom, and when she was done, her face was all clean already."Well, that's great." She sat on the sofa across from mine and smiled at me. "By the way, I have a job for you." Dorothy fills me with the information about the job she's talking about. Dorothy is my best friend, we've been together for three years. I met her when I'm at my lowest and she helped me to get back on my feet. I still remember how she helped me to bring my brother to the hospital when our parents abandoned us in the mi
Malia's P.O.V."Come in." He said with a hoarse voice, Mr. Marcus moved aside so I could go inside.He's here the whole time?On sh*t. Don't tell me he's the one who made those girls scream like that.I glance at him. He doesn't look weird. His suit doesn't have any stains, even his jeans don't look like a mess. Hmm…I want to ask him but I don't have the strength to.He stretches his arms, gesturing for me to go inside his. I felt like my eyes have been blessed because, with every move of his arms, his muscles are showing as well.Oh Mr.Marcus, are you tempting me?I took a deep breath before coming in. When I was finally inside, I thought that he'd go out but he didn't.He stayed standing at the edge of the door. I can see him through the mirror in front of me. "Er… Uhm… Do you need anything?" He shook his head.Then why are you still here?Wait, why is he staring at me? Don't tell me he fell in love with me already. Oh come on, that's too fast! But of course, I like it. I glan
Malia's P.O.V. "What was that!" The desire that I'm feeling just a few seconds ago suddenly vanished. It's not an ordinary sound, it's far from when something was dropped. My attention went to Mr. Marcus' hand, as a red light showed up on his wristwatch. "Sh*t." He withdrew his hand from my p*ssy and then fixed himself. "Hey, what's happening?" I'm lost! From the way he acts, he knows something. "Stay here." He then opens the door and steps outside. I immediately fix myself and follow him. I don't want to be alone when something strange is happening. "Wait!" I shouted. When I was already outside the whole place had become a mess. "What the hell.." What happened here? Everything, as in literally, has become a mess. The curtain is on the floor while the carpet looks messy. F*ck. Isn't this the third floor? How come something like this happened while I'm having sexual intercourse with Mr. Marcus- wait, where is he? I swear I followed him as soon as he stepped outsid