A BABY FOR THE ARROGANT CEO: A MOMY BY CONTRACT

CHAPTER 1: SLEEP WITH HIM!

"High society scandal! Businessman Marcus Becker was seen at a well-known city hotel, and it is suspected that his mistress is pregnant!"

The scandal between Marcus and his mistress caused a sensation on all social networks and broke the heart of Isabella Collins, his wife. Marcus Becker was the president of Becker Group, and thus almost all media outlets were broadcasting the scandal.

Isabella was sitting silently at the dining table, her ears ringing and her eyes filled with unspoken emotions as she looked at the TV screen for a moment. Her rough and thin hands clutched her clothes, yet she could not control the trembling of her body.

Because the woman with whom her husband was cheating on her was none other than her cousin.

Amanda.

When Amanda's parents died, Isabella's father took her in at the mansion and treated her like another daughter. Isabella never imagined that her cousin would have the audacity to steal her husband.

"This food is disgusting!" Isabella's mother-in-law threw the still-hot plate at her, her face red with anger.

She hastily put down the cutlery and rushed to clean up the mess despite the pain of her burned skin.

"I'm sorry, mother-in-law, I'll make something else..." she stammered.

She did her best not to cry, but the tears were too many and soon slid down her cheeks.

"Crying! Is that all you know how to do?!" Renata stood up and walked towards her and, without any remorse, stepped on one of her hands. "You are nothing but useless. My son made a big mistake marrying you," the woman sneered. "I don't know what he saw in you, but you are just a disgrace to this family."

"Ah, it hurts!" Isabella complained. "Mother-in-law, please..."

"Look at you, even now you are still pathetic, a perfect fool," Renata stepped back and Isabella quickly raised her hand. "Even your cousin is more competent than you! You don't deserve to be by my son's side!"

Marcus's mother's words were like knives piercing her chest. Isabella had tried everything to be a good wife and daughter-in-law. But nothing could satisfy her mother-in-law's demands.

"Mother-in-law, what... what do you mean by that?" she looked at her with some panic, feeling a bad premonition in her heart.

Renata crouched down, looked her in the eyes, and smiled.

"Are you stupid or just pretending? You haven't even been able to get pregnant again! And you still want to hold the position of wife for the rest of your life?! Amanda is pregnant, and she will move into this house tomorrow to take your place!"

Isabella's heart raced, her stomach tightened, and the pain lacerated her inside.

"Mother-in-law... How can... how can you say that...?" Isabella's eyes were red from tears. "I... it's not that I can't get pregnant... It's just that Marcus..." the words came out choked.

After the wedding, Marcus had refused to touch her. At first, he said he didn't want to hurt the baby, and then he excused himself by saying he didn't want to affect her body after the loss of the child. But deep down, she knew he rejected her because he probably didn't find her desirable. And today, she could confirm it with the news of the scandal.

"There are no excuses, Isabella." Renata stood up and adjusted her dress. "My son needs an heir, and since you are so useless for something as simple as that... Well, let your cousin take your place."

The breeze blowing from the window did not chill Isabella as much as her mother-in-law's words. Although she had been treating her badly for the past six years, even using her as a servant, she had never felt as much pain as now.

"You are the only one to blame! If you hadn't pretended to trap my son by getting pregnant, he wouldn't have been forced to marry you." Renata took the water glass from the table and walked towards Isabella. "And not satisfied with that... You gave birth to a stillborn child! And you still intend to hold the position of wife?! You don't deserve it in any way, so I just hope you leave my house as soon as possible!"

After saying this, she threw the water in her face and left, not without giving her a disdainful look. Isabella stood there motionless, as if she still couldn't process what was happening.

She had married Marcus six years ago, but she did not force him at that time, and she did not deliberately lose the child.

At that moment, the mobile phone rang, and Isabella took it out only to see that it was her husband. It was inevitable that she felt both excited and nervous at the same time.

Excited because it was the first time he had called her in six years of marriage, and nervous because she feared he would say things as cruel as those her mother-in-law had just said.

"Marcus, you..."

"Where are you?" the cold and familiar voice interrupted her words.

Isabella's heart tightened, and she replied.

"I'm at home."

"Come to room 208 of the Hilton Hotel, you have half an hour."

"What? Wait, for what...?"

Isabella tried to ask, but before she could say anything, Marcus hung up.

However, Isabella was somewhat used to this kind of treatment from her husband and thought that maybe he was just looking for a quiet place to explain the scandal with Amanda, which is why he asked her to go to the hotel.

"Maybe he doesn't want a divorce."

Thinking this, her frightened heart calmed down, and quickly, she got ready and lightly made up before leaving. When she arrived at the door of the room, Isabella tightened the strap of her bag, took a deep breath a few times, and knocked on the door.

It didn't take long for the door to open and her husband to appear. Marcus was wearing a hotel bathrobe, and everything seemed to indicate that he had just showered. When he saw Isabella, his eyes narrowed a bit, and a look of dissatisfaction appeared on his lips.

She was about to say something, but the familiar and delicate voice of her cousin came from the bathroom.

"Love, is my cousin here?"

Isabella's words got stuck in her throat, and her eyes fixed on her cousin, who was also wearing a hotel bathrobe and had wet hair. Amanda walked behind Marcus, wrapped her arms around his waist, and looked at her mockingly.

"Hello, cousin, I haven't seen you in a long time."

Isabella stared at the scene in front of her in astonishment, the blood in her entire body flowed quickly, and her throat could not make any sound. A knot formed in her stomach, and soon nausea arose.

However, rage also took control.

"Amanda! You, how... how dare you? Don't you know he's my husband?!"

The bag in her hand fell to the floor, and she took a step forward, determined to settle accounts with her cousin, but Marcus stepped in the middle and gave her a threatening look.

"But cousin, Marcus and I really love each other!" Amanda said pitifully but mocking her.

"Love each other? What I see is a pair of miserable, traitors! But you..." Isabella was filled with pain and anger. "... you are a whore. You dared to mess with my husband! We are family!"

Amanda gave her a playful smile and lightly kissed Marcus's cheek.

"There's nothing to do when two people like each other. Besides, you are..." Amanda made a thoughtful face. "... how to say it... Ah, yes! Too bland and boring. It's not my fault for being more of a woman than you."

Isabella's heart was in pieces, on one hand, the man she thought loved her betrayed her with her own blood, and on the other, her cousin repaid all her father's care and love with betrayal.

"I may be boring," she said with tears falling from her eyes. "But at least I'm not a husband-stealing whore."

Amanda gasped and was about to say something, but Isabella was already turning away. She wanted to escape from there as soon as possible, but Marcus grabbed her by the wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Isabella, in a reflex act and to defend herself, slapped him and then tried to break free.

"Don't touch me again! You disgust me, Marcus!"

The man tightened his grip and tried to drag her into the room; still, Isabella struggled.

"I told you to let go! Let me go!"

"Shut up!" he shouted as he slapped her, his eyes were two pits of fury. "If you dare ruin my plans, you will pay dearly!"

He stared at her and then threw her directly onto the sofa. Isabella was no longer scared; she was angry. The man she was seeing now was not the man she had married.

Marcus ran his fingers through his hair and looked her up and down.

"There's an important man in the next room," he walked towards her and grabbed her jaw tightly. "Go and sleep with him!"