CHAPTER 6

Allison

With a big smile, I walked toward Liam and held out my hand for a handshake, "Nice to meet you."

The look on his face was priceless.

I didn't bother checking to see Charles' reaction because I knew that he knew.

It was strange, though.

Why would Christopher hire Liam as my driver?

Having Liam around during our contract wasn't such a good idea.

As if snapping out of a trance, Liam immediately bowed and returned my greeting.

"Good day, ma'am."

The smile on his face was so tight, his skin might have we'll torn onto pieces.

His gaze burned with anger and he was almost gripping my hand tightly.

"Miss Davies," Charles broke off my staring contest with Liam.

"Allow me to show you the rest of the house."

"Of course," I gave Liam's hand a tight grip before leaving him in the living room.

After the house tour, Charles stepped out, most likely for a phonecall with Christopher.

As expected, Liam charged at me.

"So this is what you do now?" His voice was so spiteful, his hatred and anger was evident.

"And this is what you do now? Driving rich people around will keep you at the bottom of the chain, Liam. I thought you knew that already but obviously, I was wrong."

"But I understand you." I flashed him my most cheesy smile before taking out the hundred dollar note on my purse.

I had planned on judiciously using it before I found myself as Christopher's contract wife.

I hated that of all people, Liam would be the human to lay his disgusting hands on my hand earned money.

But there was nothing I wouldn't do to spite and ridicule him plus, I was the queen of pettiness.

"You're a soon-to-be father with a wife who I'm sure barely does anything to support her family. Desperate times always call for desperate measures. At times where your family becomes your priority, you have no other choice but to put your goals and dreams aside."

Slowly walking up to him and taking as much space as I should, I gently tucked the dollar note on the breat pocket of his shirt.

Oh! The look on his face? Pure gold.

It deserved to be painted and put in a museum for all to see and be entertained.

"We might never achieve our goals or turn our dreams into a reality. But we will always have our family. Here's a little something from me, please, accept it. You should buy something for your pregnant wife on your way home. Women loved being spoiled."

He clenched his teeth so hard, I could practically hear his molar's grinding inside his mouth.

"You disgust me." He grabbed the note and threw it back at me.

"And you work for me." I fired back, calmly, for course.

"If you had put this much effort you put into spiting me, into being a better person, your mother would still be alive." He showed his finger in my face accusingly.

Badly, I wanted to ignore the way his words stung but I hated how they reminded me of what I had done- killed my own mother.

Noticing how my smile had dropped, he picked up his pace with a satisfied smile.

"Haven't you done more than enough damage already, Allison?" He started stalking me to the wall.

I wanted to stay rooted to the same spot, to challenge him but my legs failed me and gave in.

"You hand picked everyone in your life, caused them havoc and then drowned them, including your own mother. Now, you think you can live in peace and happiness?"

"Do you really think these rich people will provide your with peace and happiness?" He laughed, throwing his head back and obviously enjoying what his words were doing to me.

"I have no idea how you got tangled up with whatever rich folk you're running around with but I assure you that you're in for more trouble than whatever cash they're offering you."

He folded his arms and placed one finger on his chin, "Tell me, Allison,"

"Is it a man? Are you letting a man sexually exploit you just so you can make a few hundred dollars? I seriously cannot believe you're letting yourself be a sex slave just for money. You're finally growing into the bitch that you've always been."

"Or what? Are you applying to be a surrogate mother? I wouldn't be surprised knowing how shameless you are. If you could throw your mother away, you can throw your child away."

"Selfish and pathetic, that's all you've ever been. Being a rich man's bitch isn't going to redeem you from everything you've done!"

"Is there a problem, Miss Davies?" Luckily for me, Charles intervened before Liam could fight his nail further into my wounds.

I sucked in a deep breath and blinked away the tears that had rushed to my eyes.

Liam quickly stepped back, giving me enough room to recollect myself.

"Miss Davies?" Charles called again, taking a step toward me.

"I'm fine." My voice came out harsher than I expected that it would.

"Thank you for the house tour, Charles." I didn't want to be dismissive but I needed to be alone right now.

"You may leave, Mr Anderson." Charles was surprisingly cold toward Liam.

After Liam left, Charles came up to me,

"If there is any detail about the house you do not approve of, Mr Jacobs will have it changed to fit your taste and style tomorrow morning."

He handed an ipad over to me that displayed every single part of the house, even the bathroom.

I shot a suspicious and disapproving look his way and he only bowed in that butler way,

"This isn't a live recording of your house, Miss Davies. I assure you, Mr Jacobs isn't infringing on your privacy. The contract has been drafted out with nothing but your best interest at heart. Mr Jacobs will not go against his word and disrespect you like that."

Charles will make it big being a Sales and Marketing manager.

"I don't have a problem with any part of the house." I handed the iPad back to him.

"Very well, then. Enjoy your new house. But if you ever feel the need to change any part of your house, Mr Jacobs will be ready to foot the bill as your husband."

Gross.

I almost said that out loud but I didn't have to.

The look on my face told Charles everything.

"I'll be on my way now. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Miss Davies." That annoying butler coded bow again and then he left.

After Charles left, I showered and went to bed.

However, I couldn't sleep.

I kept thinking back on Liam's words over and over again.

It wouldn't have hurt this much if he wasn't right.

I don't know Christopher's agenda for this contract but whatever it was, I was aiding him

He literally blackmailed me into signing the contract and I was so gullible, I fell his victim and ended up his puppet.

Out of desperation to save myself, I had signed the contract.

This was what I kept trying to brainwash myself to believe but I knew better.

I wasn't just in this to escape jail time.

If the police had carried on with the investigation, they would have found out that I hadn't stolen anything.

Right, that might have affected my reputation and career life but I would have eventually not gone to jail.

And if I really wanted to, I would have made things work out eventually.

The first time Charles approached me, I had regretted not accepting his proposal.

The sickeningly selfish part of me had wanted the money because I thought it could make me happy and help me build a better life.

I was letting another rich person control me and keep me at the bottom of the food chain.

If there was anyone who was sadly pathetic, it most definitely wasn't Liam.

"I'm so confused, mom." A tear slipped down my eye and passed my cheek.

I shut my eyes and let my sin hunt me.

The images of my mother collapsing in the courtroom and losing her breath instantly, plagued me.

It was the price I had to live, paying, for the rest of my life.

Maybe I was a selfish pathetic loser, I had signed the contract already and there was no going back now.

I'd go through with the contract without causing a scene or tying controversies to my name.

After the contract, I'll get my money and leave.

No problems caused, no lives lost and no havoc wrecked.