Chapter No.4

Evelyn Carter:-

After two days:-

"Mr. Maximillian Sterling, do you take Evelyn Carter to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or for worse?”

“I do,” Max answered with a smile plastered on his face, for the show.

“Miss. Evelyn Carter, do you take Maximilian Sterling to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or for worse?” the priest asked, turning his focus to me this time while I stood frozen at the altar, dressed up in white as a bride. Still, I didn’t feel like a bride.

Because this was all new to me, all against my wishes. I never imagined myself getting married like this, or entering into a contract marriage, to give a legitimate heir to a billionaire, a man I barely know about—a total stranger.

“Miss. Evelyn?” the priest asked, and Max gripped my hand, and looked at me with a nervous gaze.

“Evelyn?” he asked in a whispered tone. I looked around at the audience who was looking at me, with curious expression. Shit! I zoned out and forgot to answer the priest. An answer that will change my life and make me someone’s wife and a mere transaction to deliver a baby.

“I…I do.” I answered and watched Max take a sigh of relief, and so did the priest who wasn’t sure about my answer anymore.

“By the power invested in me by the God, I pronounce you both husband and wife. Now you may kiss the bride.” The priest announced as husband and wife. Max leaned closer as he removed the veil from my face and pressed his lips to mine for a kiss, making my eyes wide, as I felt myself melting into him, and kissing him back.

It was a short kiss but so passionate that I barely recovered my breath when Max withdrew, his smile was warm as he looked at me. The clapping sound from the audience helped me shake off the daze and realize that it was real. It was now Mrs. Maximillian Sterling that I was.

“Ladies and gentlemen. I present you Mr. & Mrs. Sterling.” The priest announced to the audience who stood up, clapped, and congratulated us.

“Breathe, Mrs. Evelyn Sterling.” Max whispered in my ear “And, smile for the camera. We don’t want the audience or the press to know that our marriage is nothing but a business transaction. Now do we?”

“You’re an asshole, Mr. Maximillian Sterling,” I murmured, with a smile on my face for the camera, just like he asked for. He looked at me for a few seconds then let out a light amusing laugh.

“Oh, I am going to have so much fun with you, Little Bird.” He murmured, placing a kiss on my cheek and placing his hand on my lower back, making me hiss “Sorry.” He apologizes.

“How is your back now?” he asked out of concern. I shrugged my shoulder and answered.

“Better than before, I guess.” I answered “Why do you ask? Worried that you won’t be able to have a wedding night, husband?”

“Trust me, I really want to enjoy the wedding night, but I am afraid it has to wait until you heal, and besides I have to leave for Spain tonight for a business trip and won’t be back for a month.”

His words were soothing, which made me a little relieved that I would be able to spend some time alone but there was something inside of me that strangely felt hurt. Perhaps, it was finally dawned on me that I was married to a man who only cares about money, and not his wife.

But then again, didn’t I always wish for a husband who gave me privacy? A privacy that I never got in my life? Then why do I feel hurt?

“What? You are going on a business trip on the day of our wedding? And, you are telling me this now?” I asked, wide-eyed, turning around to glare at him, earning the looks from the audience. I plastered a smile instantly when I realized what I had done.

“Why are you acting like hurt, Evelyn?” Max hissed “Are you forgetting that this marriage isn’t real but a contract marriage between us?”

“No, I am not,” I answered, shaking hands with the guests, one after another when they approached to congratulate “Well, it appears that we will have to abstain from marital things until you get back,” I decided to put a twist of sarcasm in my voice, but all I got from Max was a smirk.

“Don’t worry, Little Bird,” he whispered, putting his warm lips near to my ear. “I’ll compensate for the lost time when I come back. After all, I want to take my time to explore this sexy body of yours before entering that tight virgin pussy of yours, and going to enjoy popping that cherry of yours.”

“Ho…How do you know that I am…I am a virgin?” I asked shocked, after hearing his words.

He just chuckled and refused to answer as he walked me to the limo that took us to our reception where we danced as a husband and wife, and cut the cake. Everything felt real, except this marriage wasn’t for forever. It was for a year, just a contract marriage.

“Ok, my driver will take you back to the penthouse. My housekeeper and staff will be there at your service, and so will my guards. Just do whatever you need to do while I am on my business trip, but before I leave I want to share my rules.”

“Rules? What rules?” I asked with a frown.

“These rules and by the way, they are non-negotiable so you will have to follow them all the time,” he spoke, taking out a small envelope from his coat. I opened it and began to read.

1. Rule 1: You will never anticipate a future with me.

2. Rule 2: You must not cheat on me throughout your marriage with me.

3. Rule 3: You shall not ask me where I go at night or what I do as it is none of your business.

4. Rule 4: You are not prohibited to fall in love with me.

5. Rule 5: You aren’t allowed to interfere in my business or invade my privacy.

6. Rule 6: You will not lie or hide anything from me. I hate betrayal and lies.

7. Rule 7: Last but not least, whenever I feel the need to fuck you, I want you at my beck and call.

“What?! Who made these horrific rules?” I shout out in the limo after I read the rules “They are just…”

“I do and you just have to follow them. Now tell me do you understand them?” he asked in a sharp tone.