CHAPTER 3

CONTRACT

Mila’s POV

The creepy guy I met at the cemetery, who gave me the chills was the one who saved my life. I didn't know if I was meant to be grateful or wary of him. I turned to Jett who had a hard time standing up, “Did you have to do that?” I asked, my voice stern and unyielding as I stared at him. If he didn't steal from the bastard, we wouldn't have had to experience this kind of embarrassment.

“I'm sorry.” Jett lowered his head, not daring to look at me in the eye. I sighed, “Thank God you're okay, but you still need to be treated.” I frowned, a strange feeling in my heart. Presently, I didn't have a dime in my account, and the money for Jett’s hospital bills would take ages for me to get. Currently, we have no shelter on our heads and no food to put on our table.

We sleep outside shops and battle with the cold at night. Sometimes, it becomes so unbearable that I feel like breaking down. I mean, sleeping outside for several weeks wasn't something a weak person would be able to handle. I sighed inwardly, not knowing how Jett would get treated.

Perhaps taking him to the hospital would be the best option. He would only stay there a bit longer while I gathered up the money for the bills. Getting up, I covered up myself and tried to help Jett up.

“Let me.” the mysterious man said as he walked closer, helping Jett up with just an arm. He had raven black hair, a perfect build, and the most beautiful set of eyes. I shook my head and turned away. Even if he looked better than all the men, I wasn't going to have my heart swayed by him.

“You need to take him to the hospital.” I heard him say after a while, and I smiled, “Yes, I'll take him to the hospital. Thank..”

“My car is over there. I'll help you guys there.” he cut me off, getting me suspicious. He was a stranger, someone I didn't know from anywhere. Why was he helping me if he didn't want something in return? Wanting to refuse, I parted my lips to utter a word,

“You don't have to. You've badly injured yourself,” he said, not wanting me to say a word. I frowned, “Don't have to do what?” I asked curiously.

The man chuckled, “You don't have to repay me. Not yet.” he smirked as he helped Jett into his car, and my car was the limited edition of Bugatti. The inside was well-furnished, and the design was insane. I gawked at the car, wondering when last I had touched something so expensive.

Ever since the unfortunate event of my mother's death, I didn't give my father a chance. Since he chose his new wife over his children, I left his home in search of a better life. My siblings followed suit, as they couldn't allow my mum’s sister to be their stepmother.

Moments later, we arrived at the hospital and Jett was being treated. Sitting calmly on a bench, the young man turned to look at me, “Don't you think you have to get treated too?” he smiled, making me widen my eyes in surprise. More treatment means more money. “I'm fine, it doesn't hurt,” I explained, not wanting to be put in even more debt. What if he wasn't planning to pay Jett’s hospital bills?

“If you say so,” he said curtly as he adjusted himself on the chair. “What happened back there? Did your lover steal from him?” he asked, curiosity written all over his face, but did he just call Jett my lover? I then realized that the bald man had referred to Jett as my lover too.

Were they blind?

Didn't they see that he looked younger than me?

“He's my little brother,” I explained, and at the same time, he smiled brightly just like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest. “I see.” he said shortly, “Then he stole from him?”

I averted my gaze and played with the hem of my dress, embarrassed to say my brother stole some money from a shopkeeper. He seemed to have sensed my worry, “You don't have to feel that way. Your brother must have been driven to the edge. I'm glad I stepped in quickly.” he comforted, making my eyes sting with tears. Well, maybe he was. I couldn't remember the last time I had a reasonable meal. Most times, we don't eat for a whole day and search for work only to get scammed. Life had been really tough and draining, and I badly felt like falling to the ground to let out a heart-wrenching cry. To tear my heart out.

“Thank you,” I whispered, controlling the urge not to cry. “What's your story? I can help you.” he said after a while, making me frown in confusion. “He..help me?” I stuttered and he nodded. “Yes.”

“I'll get you and your sibling out of this predicament, give you a place to stay, and give you food to eat.”

“How did you….”

“Your appearance says it all, and the bald man also mentioned it.” he simply said, and I lowered my head to look at my palms, which had dirty patches on them. My clothes were torn and my hair would probably look like a bird's nest. He must have mocked me inwardly for looking like a wretched loser, but maybe I was. After all, I watched my little brother get beaten right in front of me.

But he was going to help me? Help my siblings with everything they need? Provide food on our table and give us a place to stay. It looked too good to be true. I believed in angels, but then, I couldn't just trust anyone. Anyone willing to help would want something in return, and I knew the mysterious man wanted something, but what?

“Why are you helping us?” I asked, confused by his actions. I knew he was rich, but he was still someone I'd never heard of.

“I'm helping you because I want to, but then, I want something in return,” he said coldly, turning his head to meet my gaze. I frowned. Presently, I was a homeless girl with nothing to call her own. What could he possibly want? There was nothing on me. Nothing that would satisfy someone of his status.

“Sign a contract with me, and pretend to be my fiance for four months. ”

What?