This man is gorgeous. His cold hands on my skin was affecting me in a way I can't explain.
"I'm sorry, Layla." He pleaded. Awwn, he is so cute. I felt a flutter in my chest as he said my name. No one has ever called my name so perfectly. What is worng with you Layla? I shouldn't be feeling this way for someone who took my pride and left me all to myself. Caution Layla! Caution! I warned myself, but there's no going back. "It's just a contract marriage, for three years." He explained, holding out some papers. "You can read the terms before signing it." I collected the papers from him. Shock gripped me as I scanned the content. A part of me wanted this marriage to be real not just a fake agreement. We went back inside. " So what do you say? He asked. I hesitated, not wanting to seem desperate. But I am desperate! "Hum, do I get to think about it?" I asked. "Yes, you can, but I really don't have much time, you have just one week to decide. When you are ready, call my assistant." He said and he stood up and left me. Wow, see how arrogant he is. He is not the one who needs my help? Why is he making it look like he is doing me a favor? His assistant, drove me back to school. Immediately I got home, I signed the papers. There is nothing to think about, it is just to good to be true. It's only in novels and movies that things like this happen. I feel like a heroine in a story. I couldn't even sleep well that night. The thought of being a Billionaire's wife with a monthly allowance of $5 million and a payout of $100 million after three years was too surreal. I didn't tell my mom about the marriage. I know she will not consent to it. To her, I am still too young for marriage, but who am I kidding. I would do anything it takes to make my mom live a comfortable life. She has been through enough hardship already. I am sure my dad too won't be happy wherever he is right now. But dad, your cupcake is so sorry. I am just tired of living a life of hardship. I want to taste a little bit of enjoyment once again. Tears welled up in my eyes as memories of my dad came back. The love and care he showed me and my mom was undeniable. I love you dad! I cried my eyes out that night, but it was a mixed feeling of joy and sadness. I planned to defer my schooling for three years. I will continue after the contract is over. I can't forsake my dream of becoming an actress, to continue my mother's legacy. A week later, I contacted the assistant, and he arranged a meeting with him at the King's Hotel. As I entered the hotel lobby, I spotted him sitting in the corner, his eyes fixed on me. We sat down, and an uncomfortable silence ensued. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice low and smooth. "I didn't prepare any food today, so you won't have a reason to get angry with me again for calling you a beggar." I smiled wryly, feeling a pang of embarrassment. I just starved myself for no reason. I handed him the signed papers, and he flipped through them, his eyes scanning the contents. "You read the terms carefully, right?" I nodded, my heart racing. "Yes, I did." He gazed at me intently, his eyes searching mine. "And you're sure you can handle the no-emotional-attachment clause?" I raised my chin, feigning confidence. "Of course, I can." He stood up, his movements graceful. "Good. I've taken care of your mother's surgery and cleared your debts." "Thank you." I said, feeling emotional. "No need to thank me. I am following through with my part of the contract. Just make sure you follow yours." He replied. "Yes, I will." I said. He paused his movement, and turned to me. "Meet me at the resort at 5 pm to sign the marriage papers." "Okay." I replied. I stood there, stunned from the sudden turn of events. My life had changed in the blink of an eye, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for what lay ahead. As he was about to step out, the sudden turn of even left me thunderstruck. A slender, tall lady walked in, her hips swaying seductively with each step. She planted a warm kiss on Alex's lips. With a husky voice, she said, "My husband. I have been searching everywhere for you." Alex's gaze became bloodshot as he said with a voice that sounded as cold as that of death, " Amelia?" I blinked my eyes to be sure I was seeing clearly. My heart raced as I felt a chill run down my spine. "Who is this woman?"Layla's POV"Who are you?" She asked, looking at me disdainfully like I was dirt.I was taken aback. My mind went blank as I struggled to respond. What do I say? That I am his contract bride or what?I just stared blankly at her."Alex, darling." She turned to him, smiling from ear to ear "Who is this…this person?" Alex's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in annoyance. "Get your hands off me!" He growled, his deep voice resonating across the room.In fear, she took her hands off, visibly shaking."You want to know who she is, huh?" He walked closely to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. "She is my wife." He said sweetly, smiling. One would have confused us for newlyweds who are madly in love.I looked at him in surprise and he signaled me to act along.My face flushed red. The room suddenly became hot.How do I pretend? I wondered.I just smiled sweetly back at him."This better be a joke Alex!" She screamed, her face blazing hot. Our parents are already making preparations for o
Alexander's POVMy grandmother's slap sent Layla stumbling backwards, almost falling to the ground. I reached out to hold her. Confusion was etched on her face. "Grandmother!" I bellowed. "What was that for?" I asked, my face blazing with anger."What are you doing with the daughter of a harlot?" My grandmother asked. Her veins were popping out of her head. She turned to Layla. "You think I don't know? I have done my findings. This was the same way your mother married your dead father!" She spat in her face. "Don't be a disgrace to this family. Just leave quietly now, you are not welcomed."I stepped forward, my face burning with anger. "Grandmother, stop it! You can't talk to her like that, she is my wife!" He slammed.I hate when my choices are being questioned.My grandmother gave a cold smile. "Amelia is your wife, not her. Do you want to tarnish the image of this family? Huh! I won't have you bring a blemish on the name your grandfather struggled to build." She pointed at Layla,
Alexander's POVI drove straight to the villa, neglecting the multiple calls from my father. What came over me? What was I thinking, leaving the scene like that? What if she…no, I couldn't bear the thought.I looked over to the side where Layla sat quietly, reeking of wine and raw egg.She looked so pale and her eyes sunken. "Are you okay?" I asked. But she just shook her head in response.We got to the villa and she ran straight to her room, without saying anything.I followed after her, she was about to shut her door when I stopped it with my hands."What was wrong you?" I suddenly became angry, my inside burning hot. "Are you that stupid? You mean you can't stand against Amelia! You allowed that good-for-nothing spoiled brat humiliate you, my wife publicly. That you were even crying…""I am sorry. You stated in the contract that I shouldn't stir up trouble." She broke down in tears, trembling in fear.I stepped closer to her, and she kept moving back until her back touched the wal
Layla's POVWho have I married? How do I spend three whole years living under the same roof with the devil? I never expected him to be so cold and domineering. On the outside, he looks calm, handsome and well built, but his inside is full of darkness.Or is he a psychopath? He might probably have a disorder. I thought.I paced back and forth in my room, trembling in fear. I have never felt this type of fear in my life, it is choking me.I doubt if I would be able to endure to the end of the contract before I lose my life.I decided to go downstairs and check what's going on myself.But when I got to the living room, everything was silent as though nothing happened. The only confirmation was, one of the workers was cleaning the broken vases on the floor.I went in to meet her. "Where is your boss?" I asked in my wet voice.She stopped what she was doing immediately to attend to me."He has gone into his study, immediately after his family left." She replied with her head slightly bow
Layla's POV"What!" I exclaimed.Larry dropped to his knees, begging his boss.I went to meet him where he sat. "You…y-you can't fire him! It's my fault." I begged.He didn't even look at me, he continued typing away on his computer."I won't let you punish an innocent soul." I said, my arms akimbo. He looked up and laughed. "So we have two bosses in this house now right?" He asked, his voice was so cold that I felt a chill run down my spine."But…but…it wasn't his fault. I held his hands." I stammered. "Punish me instead. Don't send him away." I begged.Cute faces don't work on devils like him, I would have unleashed my charm.He looked at me. "Oh! I shouldn't send him away so you can continue holding his hands hun?" He asked, his voice suddenly became subtle, like a whisper.Do I sense jealousy? I mused"It is very much impossible for you to be jealous. Or are you?" I squinted my eyes, staring deeply into his.He blinked and quickly looked away, blushing slightly, he said. "Why wou
Alexander's POV "Huh!" She exclaimed and I chuckled to myself. "This is going to be an interesting week." I thought. Let's see if she would be able to resist my god-like body all through the week. Larry took the keys from the receptionist and we headed for the elevator. In the elevator, I glanced over at Layla who stood at the far end, her face flushed. She looks so cute, confusion etched on her face. I'm so sure she is occupied with the thoughts of us sharing a room together for a week. "Boss, are you sure you want to share a room with her?" Larry asked, looking up at me. "You are free to share a room with me instead. I can bear with you for a week." He gestured, opening his arms wide to envelope me in a hug, a mocking glint in his eyes. I rolled my eyes. "No way will I share a room with you!" the elevator dung and I kicked him out. I waited for Layla and we walked out. As we exited the elevator, Layla lagged behind, and I found myself slowing down to match her pace. "Boss, wo
Alexander's POVWhat could she be doing here? I thought.I don't remember seeing her name on the invited guests list.She is here just for one thing, and that is to cause trouble! I pulled away from the kiss, and Layla's face was red with embarrassment and she ran towards the restroom.I decided to go meet Amelia."You finally noticed me?" She said, in a sultry voice as I approached her."What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice stern."Huh, wow, this is all I get after what you did to me!" She said, raising her voice.I dragged her out to the open to avoid unnecessary attention."You brought it upon yourself. I owe you no apologies." My face became dark as I tried my best to be domineering. But it wasn't working, it was as though she had outgrown my methods. Her gaze was dark and she emanated a dangerous aura.I squinted my eyes, trying to break through her but I couldn't. This is not the Amelia I had always known?The thought of Layla came to my mind and I felt a strong need t
Layla's POVI opened my eyes slowly. The light made my eyes ache so I quickly closed it.The sun shone in through the curtains.For how long have I been out? I wondered. I stood up slowly and my headache greatly.What happened to me? I tried remembering last night's occurrence.Amelia! My eyes darkened as I remembered.She was the one who made me into this.I recollected my encounter with her last night. I went to the ladies room, and there I saw her, standing with her back resting on the door. She wore an evil glint.I was shocked and fear washed over me. I asked her what she was doing there because non invited guests weren't allowed."I have my ways, bitch." She said, with a smirk."So what do you want from me?" I asked, trying my best to hide my fear. She walked closer to me. With a malicious glint, she raised my chin up with a finger. "I want you out of Alex's life!" Her voice sent shivers down my spine.Her threat was supposed to make me scared and leave Alex, but surprisingl
Alexander's POVMy eyes widened in shock as the figure emerged from the shadows. I couldn't shake off the feeling of fear and danger.I am Alexander King! I can't be scared of my fellow man who might just be pulling a prank.But my confidence dissipated when he brought out a sharp long knife, dripping with blood. I shuddered in fear, as a chill ran down my spine."Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.My first instinct was to shield Layla from this deadly looking man. I pulled her behind me and I could feel her breath fanning my back.I should have listened to her!The figure chuckled, a cold, gloomy sound. "I'm someone who's been watching you for a long time, Alex. Someone who knows all about your dirty little secrets."I took a step back, my eyes darting towards my mother's motionless body. "What do you want?"The figure took a step closer, its smile growing wider. "Oh, I think you know. I want what's mine. And I'll stop at nothing until I get it."I felt so vuln
Layla's POV“What are you doing?!” I screamed at Alex, seeing the way he smashed his phone.His temper has gotten worse! Is it because of the accident he had?He looked at me, standing to his feet. “I think something happened to my mom!” “Calm down, Alex.” I caressed his shoulders. He shoved my hands away. “You keep telling me to calm down!” I glared at him. “Cos that's the only way you can resolve your issues, not by getting mad!”“Okay,” he took a few deep breaths.“Good, now call your grandmother,” I said and he looked at the already destroyed phone, regretting his actions. “It's already destroyed.” He pouted.I rolled my eyes. “Take mine.” I handed my phone over to him.He dialed Emilia's number and she picked on the second ring. “Grandma, I think something’s happened to my mother.” He complained. He looks very worried.After all she did, he still cares about her! I clenched my fist in anger.I looked up at him and his expression says it all, his grandmother isn't interested at
Alexander's POVLayla is taking too long, it's been five hours now since she left the house. What if something bad had happened to her. She has never left my presence for this long, no matter how pressing the matter was.I stood up and wore my clothes quickly. I dialed Larry's number, “give me the location of Layla's grandmother's house.” I ordered and he sent it to me immediately.I drove quickly to the place, only to encounter a horrifying sight. A middle aged woman was running towards Layla with alarming speed. My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I sighted the sharp knife in her hand.“Layla!” I shouted. Jumping out of the car, I rushed to Layla, who stood glued to a spot. She must have been shocked.I pushed Layla out of the way and I felt the sharp knife pierce through my stomach. The woman stood frozen, looking at me as blood oozed out of my belly.“Alex!” Layla screamed, her tone, a mixture of pain and agony. “Not again!” She thundered. I slumped on the floor feeling
Layla's POVWhat does she mean by he killed his own mother? I wondered as I eavesdropped on their conversation. I glued my ears to the door as I heard Alex's grandmother sob.I tiptoed after Alex earlier, he was in a hurry that he didn't notice someone silently following him.“What!” Alex hundred. He must have been taken aback by such revelation.“What do you mean, I killed my mother?” He asked, his voice shaking.Alex's grandmother blew her nose, “you were still a young boy at that time. It must have been out of anger. Since your father just died, we thought you might be grieving.” She paused for a while and I couldn't hold myself, I became impatient. Go on! I thought.“Your mother never cared for you when you were a child. She never loved your father, it was an arranged marriage by your grandfather, but the both of them never loved each other. It was always from one quarrel to another. You practically grew up with me. I had to look after you. Your father loved you dearly. There's no
Alexander's POVThe woman dragged me out of the hall. I paused, snatching my hands away from hers. “What's going on woman?” I asked. She paused and looked at me, her eyes filled with tears and affection.Who is this woman? And she says she knows my mother?She touched my face, her soft hands, cold on my skin. “How time flies.” She said as tears flowed down her cheek and strangely, it broke my heart.It felt like I had known her for a long time.“Who are you?” I asked, looking suspiciously at her.She smiled, “I just came to see you, Alex.”I shifted away from her. “For what? I barely know you.” I started, furrowing my brows.She wiped her tears with the back of her palm. “Your mother is alive, Alex and she needs you badly.”I squinted my eyes. “What?” I thundered, not believing my ears.Larry clearly told me that my mother was deceased when he was telling me about my past. “My mother's dead, woman. Get away from me!” I pushed her away and she staggered and fell to the ground.“No, Ale
Layla's POVShould I admit that I'm falling in love with this new side of Alex? I feel like I'm experiencing our love for the second time."It's no time to celebrate yet, let's move!" Larry exclaimed, interrupting our moment.Alex frowned. "Can you please stop interrupting us, Larry? What's your problem?"Alex turned to me and asked, "Is he really my friend?"I just smiled, not wanting to get involved in their conversation.Larry apologized, bowing his head slightly. "I'm sorry, boss. I didn't mean to interrupt. I'm just being cautious. There might be someone in the crowd trying to harm you."Alex looked around, as if searching for potential threats. "Really?" he asked me, and I nodded in agreement."That's how many enemies you have," I said.Alex sighed. "Let's go, then."As we entered the car, my phone buzzed with a message. I sighed when I saw who the sender was - my grandmother, still demanding money. I had already given her the funds for her surgery, and she was living comfortabl
Alexander's POVThe meeting grew more heated by the minute. "He's not your real father?" a shareholder asked, looking confused."What do you mean?" a bespectacled man demanded, slamming his fist on the table. "What's going on, Mr. Ryan King?"My father smiled smugly at me. "Don't mind my ignorant son. He's lost his memories, so he's prone to saying nonsense. Don't believe a word he says. He's still my son, after all."I felt a surge of anger at his words. How could he deny the truth like this?"I'm telling you, he's not my real father!" I insisted. "And I have proof!"The room fell silent, with all eyes on me. My father's smile disappeared for a moment before he regained his composure."Proof?" he repeated. "I'd love to see it."I hesitated, realizing I had no proof.How do I defend myself against this heartless bastard? I wondered.I have no memory of my past, and I don't know of truly I had sexually harassed this receptionist.My eyes became filled with tears as I was stuck between
Layla's POVMy mind hasn't been at rest since Alex left the house. I placed a call to him but I was forwarded to voicemail.All these scenarios that have been unfolding lately are already making me tired.Can't we just have a day of rest and true happiness? I wondered.Larry's call came through, interrupting my thoughts and I picked immediately.“What's going on? Why is Alex not picking his calls?” I bombarded him with questions.He heaved a sigh. “He instructed me to wait in the car so that he'll handle things himself.” He replied.“And you obeyed?” I slammed, not believing my ears. “There's nothing I could have done, " Layla calmed down. He is Alexander King, he will fix himself.” he said.I let out a sigh to calm my nerves. “What if he's already been removed?” “That can't happen, we already have a plan.” He replied and I hung up.I can't just stay idle, I have to do something. I thought as I picked up the car keys and headed for the King's ancestral mansion.When I arrived, I ali
Alexander's POVThe driver’s tone suggests that I'm being a coward, even though I didn't understand what they were talking about.I have responsibilities to face, and using my memory loss as an excuse won't help. I need to take action and stop making excuses, instead of just sitting around feeling helpless.“But how?” Layla asked, looking at me with great concern.I never trusted her at first when she confessed to being my wife. I had thought she married me because of my status, but with the way she stood up against the old hag and with how attracted I felt towards her earlier, I couldn't doubt anymore.“With your help,” I replied. “You will tell me everything about me, and you,” I pointed at Larry. “You will tell me everything about the company, showing me the pictures of the workers, their names and positions and how they got there.”“Okay, boss.” He nodded. Then his face became sad. “Including the bad memories, boss?” I hesitated for a while, “yes,” I nodded.“Okay, let's get to b