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MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter one
MY CONTRACT WIFE (It's just for one year... right?) 💕💕💕❤️❤️😍😍Michael knelt with one knee on the Persian purple rug on the floor. In his right hand was a gold ring he held in an offering kind of position. He flashed his best "Mr sexy" smile. A smile that had always come through previously in his various escapades with women. He was dressed to "kill". He wore a purple silky suit customized just for him. His long black hair was weaved stylishly and beautifully all back. He was dripping with jewelries. A purple diamond earring on his left ear, a glittering golden ring on the index finger of both hands, a hundred carat golden chain round his neck with a red diamond as pendant. One could easily mistake him for a refined Italian version of Nipsey Hussle. His Italian shoes shone brightly on the expensive rug. His eyes fixed on her. He began speaking. "My love. From the first day I set my eyes on you. I knew it. I knew something left me. You stole my heart. You fixed a puzzle in my life
MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter two
Damnit! she swore tiredly, using the back of her palm to rub her sleepy eyes. It was one of those rare moments he said he loves her but she'd screwed it up this time. She wiped off the coffee spill and sat back before her laptop. Sam was not just her boyfriend. He was her boss. He owned SAM EVENT PLANNERS. The company she worked for. She was grateful to him for giving her the job. And also assigning her to take charge of the contract. When he asked her few months ago to be his girlfriend. She accepted. Thinking about it now, she realized she had accepted based on gratitude not really that she loved him. Done, she shut the laptop, undressed and entered the bathroom. She took her time, washing herself back to normalcy. She stood before the mirror above the bathroom sink, admiring herself. She was 6 ft tall, with a long flowing, jet black hair that stopped close to her enormous well shaped buttocks. Her boobs stood firm in front of her with her pink nipple
MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter three
Earlier that day.... SAM EVENT PLANNERSMr Sam Hilton sat relaxedly. He was in a good mood. He looked around at his new looking office. Liking that it penetrated only peripherally- ocean green walls, heavy brass lamps, dark leather sofas and chairs, the wooden smell of furniture polish synonymous with new furniture and sweet aroma of cherry tobacco hanging in the air. It looked like a place for everything and everything in it's place. He had drawn the shades close, giving the room the feeling of twilight. The mood of the room was exactly what he needed. His phone rung as expected. He smiled cheekily at the caller ID. Exactly who he had wanted on connect. "Good afternoon boss," a huff voice sounded. "Zino. This is no time for pleasantries. Have you done all I ordered?" He asked standing up, walking towards the plasma Tv set on the adjacent wall. "Yes boss. Everything is set for tomorrow. Everything is exactly as you ordered boss". "Good Zino," He said as he poured himself a g
MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter four
Everyone joined him in the toast, glasses clattering, renting the air. Zach was the owner of ZACH TECH. The largest tech company in the state. His gadgets were in high demand. He was Michael's best friend. A wiry short guy in his early thirties. Michael chuckled and nodded in appreciation. When everyone had had enough with the casinos, they returned to the energetic strippers, raining the dollars from the casino table on their asses as they twerked and wined rhythmically. This was a congregation of the who-is-who in the city. Companies and conglomerates owners, politicians, award winning blockbuster actors, multi award winning musicians, distinguished personalities and millionaires. Everyone reeked of successes. Everyone had met success early. This was his clique. This was those he kept for company. Like minds like him. Success stories like him. They had set principles that guided them to where they were presently. But that night, all those principles were susp
MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter five
As expected, she looked nervous. Standing clumsily, trying to straighten a dress that obviously didn't need straightening. She tried as much as possible to avoid his gaze, instead, eyeing her reflection on the mirror-like window. But he cared less about all that. He was Michael Verrati afterall. Who wouldn't be nervous around him? But he was loosing patience with her muteness. He hoped she didn't just come to stare at him. As if Zach noticed his growing impatience, he coughed to draw her attention. "Yo! you ain't dumb right? why the fuck are you here?" His rudeness was just the perfect tongue loosener because she caught herself and spoke. "Mr Verrati. The wedding is about the begin. But your bride hasn't arrived. All plans to reach her too, has proved abortive." It took him a while to understand. Then he stood up abruptly. "What d'you mean? She hasn't arrived?" She nodded fearfully. He checked his watch. It was almost time to process in. "Odogwu!" he called loudly. The gi
MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter six
A third sense told him to beg or plead persuasively. But he hadn't used the "please" word in decades. "C'mon. Let's just get married. It's just for a year. I really need to be married. I'm ready to accept any terms or demands you give. Whatever it is. After a year, I'd settle you with any amount you need and you'd go back to your life." First of all, she was shocked at the offer. It was totally unexpected. Secondly she was pissed. He was asking her with such arrogance as if he knew she can never say no. Common sense told her to tell him to fuck off and leave him to deal with his mishap. But here she was, rooted to the spot. Her tongue heavy to speak. She was shocked that she was actually considering the offer. she just couldn't help it. Of course, any lady on earth would jump at the offer with her both hands and both legs too. He is, afterall, everything a woman would ever want in a man. But she had always prided herself that she wasn't jus
MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter seven
"No! No!! That's not true!!! He screamed, rushing to the table to retrieve his phone. He dialed a number, pacing around the TV set as the number rang for a while. "Pick up! Pick up Goddamit!!" He shouted at the phone. "Good morning boss." Zino's happy voice sounded. "What's good about the morning Zino? Huh??" He wished he could punch someone. "Boss," Zino sounded confused, "I don't understand what you're talking about. What's wrong?" Sam held tighter to the phone, imagining it was Zino's neck he was squeezing. "Zino are you kidding me right now?!" He shouted angrily. "I gave you a simple job to do. A very simple job. Kidnap Amanda Fortune. So that the wedding wouldn't take place. And you couldn't deliver? I'm disappointed in you Zino. I can't believe you'd fail me like this!!" He shouted. He felt his eyes turning sore and red. Zino went quiet in obvious shock. Hasty footsteps was heard as he rushed and kicked open a door noisily. He was breathing heavily. "Boss.
MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter eight
Sam woke up and squinted his eyes. The room was unrecognizable. It actually felt too bright for his eyes. He tried to use his right hand to wipe his eyes, but his hand felt different. He looked to see a line of drip connected to it. That was when he noticed he is on a hospital bed. He was even in patient clothes. How he got there, he couldn't remember. He sat up, glancing around to study the room, trying to remember what happened last. Then he remembered. The whole events chronologically flashed back. At that moment, he wished it was all a dream, but it was to real, he was seeing the scenes play before his eyes again. "Savannah!!!" He screamed. The door opened. Jenny stepped in. "Boss. How're you feeling?" She asked, concern printed on her face. He frowned at her. He actually wished it was Savannah that walked in. "What am I doing here? How did I get here?" His head weighed a ton. He was beginning to feel dizzy. "Sir I found you lifeless on the floor at your office
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MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter thirty
Crawling, he got to a side where he had a good view of the remaining men. They were looking for him carefully, moving silently, guns aimed and set like soldiers. He aimed expertly and shot. He hit the closest one at the forehead, killing him instantly. The remaining two seeing this, fell to the ground and took cover. They decided to split and come at him from both sides, aiming at him, while crawling closer. Vivienne felt a sharp pain on his left hand and his groin. Feeling and seeing the blood gushing out, he knew he had been shot. The bullet came from under the car. Not bothering to check who shot him, he placed the gun under the car and immediately returned fire. Someone let out a painful groan from beneath the car and he knew he had hit him. He shot one more time at the same direction, killing the person under the car. He was loosing blood and felt strength drain out of him. But he didn't relent. He slowly crawled to another position and waited for the final a
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Vivienne drove smoothly. At the background a soft french song filled the air. He studied Mrs Verrati from the rear mirror, eyeing her countenance occasionally. He hadn't had time previously to study her fully. Infact few minutes ago, was the first time he was seeing her up close and having a conversation with her. He had been fascinated by her, seeing she was the lucky one among all the ladies frolicking around his boss. He had imagined her to be a high class lady, proud, sassy, highly distinguished, a celebrity or maybe an empress. Cause, that's the class of women he had always seen around his boss. But he was doubly amazed and astonishment to find out she was just a lowly girl from a humble background. Added to the fact that, she was a poor orphan, working merely as an event planner. He couldn't tell nor imagine what she could have done or said to catch Mr Verrati's attention, talk more of being his wife. It beats him. Although, that took nothing away from t
MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter twenty-eight
There was a knock on the door. "Come in." Savannah said. She was still in her husband's room, now her room too. She had taken a long shower, and stood before a silver mirror, creaming her skin. Wearing nothing save a pink towel she was tying around her. She was glowing. She was happy. If someone asks her why, she wasn't sure she would be able to fully make them understand. But she knew the reason wasn't far fetched. It wasn't also disconnected from the letter she had seen earlier, immediately she had woken up, from Mike. It was still unbelievable. She still had doubts he wrote that. For one, he didn't pass as one to be romantic. The door opened and Tina walked in. Closing the door behind her, she stood silently, waiting for orders. A peek at her from the corner of her eyes, Savannah noticed she was almost visibly shivering in awe, gaping about in unbelief. It was obvious as day, that she had never been in Mike's room in her life. To think she had been working for him for more than 3 y
MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter twenty-seven
Steve stopped jogging as he arrived edge street. He semi-squatted and panted to catch his breathe. He inspected the surrounding. Edge street was an abandoned and almost uninhabitable part of the city. There were abandoned buildings and apartments littered everywhere. It was quiet, lifeless and lonely. It is said that the feel of the area sets ones mind on an edge, hence the name. There was no one in sight. He walked towards the street pathway, suddenly having an odd feeling and wondering why anyone would want to meetup in a place like this. But he understood that, privacy and discreetness was needed for this meeting. As he walked inner the street, he saw different large spray paints on the wall, depicting different signs and messages. Some were sensible and decodable. Most weren't. They were probably marked on the wall by a group of persons to show ownership or to signal a direction or even a warning. He couldn't tell. On some walls were bullet holes and blood stains.
MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter twenty-six
Tina stood at a distance and pointed to the door. "That's Mr Verrrati's room ma'am." It was as if she was scared to come any closer, should in case things go sour, she would explain to Mr Verrati that all she did was point her to his room, that she didn't actually take her to the room herself. It was amusing to Savannah, watching her countenance and interpreting her actions. She still wondered why most of his staffs were so terrified of him. She understood that it had to do with the fact that, he was their employer and all, plus the huge gulf in class, wealth and status. But he never had that effect on her since the day they met. She knew what she felt whenever he was around her. It was definitely not fear. Although the feeling was a bit inexplainable, she knew it was more of want, desire, passion and awe. Not saying another word, Tina turned and walked away. Savannah waited patiently for her to leave, then inserted the key in the keyhole. Unlocking the door, she pushed
MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter twenty-five
Bright lights filtered in from the curtains. Savannah squinted her eyes to adjust to the brightness. She blindly felt around the bed. It was warm. The scent was still there. It wafted into her senses, reminding her of the previous night. Remembering, she sat up. She remembered him lying behind her, holding her safe and warm through the night. She didn't even have to request. Pride couldn't allow her. But the way he acted rightly on impulse, surprised and intrigued her so much. She smiled sheepishly and stretched. She was alone. She wondered where he had gone to. Time check it was 7am. Adding to the fact that it was monday, she knew she was supposed to get ready for work as usual. Work? She asked herself. Although Sam hasn't sacked her yet, she knew it would be stupid going back there after everything. Even the mere thoughts of meeting Sam sent an awkward feeling down her spine. She decided to brush off the thought of Sam from her mind, not wanting anything to spo
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Getting to her room, he paused. Something told him to knock. But on a second thought, he pulled open the door. She was his wife afterall, he decided. The lights were still on, he noticed as he walked in. He paused at the entrance as he saw her. She was sitting up on the bed which was directly opposite where he stood, her back resting on the headrest, from her waist downwards, was covered in a pink flowery duvet. She was wearing a light blue silk strap hand singlet. Her hair was long and flowing, brushed and styled straight, lying on her chest, calling his attention there. He obliged the call, taking his eyes there immediately. Her boobs were looking fuller, standing and perkier, obviously because she was wearing no bra. Feeding his eyes enough, he took his gaze up to her face. She was looking at him as if she had been expecting him. As if she had been praying for him to come in and couldn't believe her prayers has been answered. Her eyes weren't looking sleepy in any way, telling him s
MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter twenty-three
Savannah stood before the mirror, drying her wet hair with a towel and preparing for bedtime. She was beaming joyfully as she recollected how unexpectedly and pleasantly surprising her day had gone. From arriving home from Italy, to arriving at this mansion, to meeting her unapproving mother-in-law, to the best part of it all; how she was able to get her mother-in-law to trust her, welcome her and warm up to her. It was late at night when mom finally left. It was really a happy moment with her around. She was a very good cook and treated them to different Italian cuisines. Dishes she claimed were Mike's favourites. After their private talk, she became so nice, cheerful, caring and loving. She took her time, explaining and teaching her some of the dishes she prepared. She actually struggled initially to adjust to the strange dishes and taste. But it was delicious all the same. Then while they sat at the dining, she told different funny stories of Mike as a child. For once
MY CONTRACT WIFE Chapter twenty-two
"I want you to recount your statements. You'd tell the police you know who did it. That you saw the killers when they deposited the body in the swamp, that you saw them while tending to your fishing net and hid, watching them. And while hiding, you heard one of them, make a call, to the one who hired them for the job. You'd also say the call was on loud speaker so you heard everything that was discussed on phone, although you can't recognize any of the men, because, they wore black masks. But like I said earlier, you'd claim you heard every discussion that was made." Sam paused to let his words sink. Then he continued, "the police would then ask if you could recognize who was on call with them, you'd answer yes, and say who it was." Steve stared in astonishment. He couldn't believe all he'd been hearing. He had suspected earlier that this man was up to no good. Although inwardly he was astonished and shocked, he did a good job to remain calm outwardly
