CHAPTER FIVE

KHLOE'S POV

"He offered you twenty grand? Rochelle asked me

"Yes he did"

"Oh wow, I would marry him for one grand" Rochelle said jokingly

"Be serious. He was so annoying. He called me a whore, he said I was nothing but a stripper"

"He said all that? "

"Of course he did, he had no respect for me, he just treated me like I was nothing"

"But Khloe have you met him before?"

"He can't just come out and all of a sudden ask you to be his wife"

"But he did Rochelle"

"That's weird. Common Khloe it's late. We should head home"

"I will go get my bag"

"I will be waiting outside"

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FELIX POV

Felix joins Timothy in a car parked outside the club.

"What happened? Timothy asked

"She declined. The bitch declined. Who would she say no to such an offer?"

"Maybe this is sign for you to stop this madness"

"That's already too late, my mind is made up already" Felix said looking at of the tinted window, he saw Khloe and another girl walking out of the club

"There she is" Felix said pointing at Khloe

"Are you seriously going to do this Felix!

What will your family say?"

"I don't give a shit about them. I'm just desperate to take after my father, that's all" Felix said, going out of the car, as he followed Khloe.

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KHLOE'S POV

I noticed someone was behind us, I turned around and it was the stranger from before.

"Why are you following me?" I asked, Rochelle turned around gazing at him too

"I need to talk to you"

"I told you I'm not interested" I said about to take another step

"I will make it 50 grand" he said abruptly. I was dumbfounded at such amount, the thought of having such money would solve all my problems, I would open my art gallery and take care of my son

"What! You will pay me 50 grand?" I asked, trying to be sure of what I heard.

"Yes. Just pretend to be my wife for a while"

"Just that?"

"Yes" he said. Rochelle was looking at me, she dragged me to a corner.

"Don't tell me you are considering doing this?" Rochelle asked

"I have to Rochelle, he's rich and I only get to play the role of being his wife for a while"

"I don't think this is a good idea Khloe"

"Me too, but Rochelle think about this, I get to open my art gallery and take good care of my son

"Khloe!"

"I have to do this Rochelle for I and my son's future"

I went back to him, he was looking at me.

"I'm in" I said

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The next day I met him at his private resort where he and his friend gave me documents to sign. I was sceptical at one point, but the thought of having fifty grand after doing this came vividly to my head that I had to quickly sign the contract, marriage papers and agreement. As I signed, he handed the papers back to his friend, he handed me another paper.

"What is this?" I asked

"Can't you read?" He asked me, he was a fine and charming man but spoke rudely to me which made me hate him, I looked at the papers flipping through them, I was baffled

"These are ridiculous" I shrieked out still looking at the paper

"You don't get to strip anymore, I called the club owner already, I told them you quit .

"You can't just do that!"

"I can, I owe you now! He said looking at me, I was baffled and shocked.

"You can't use your real name before my family, you will go with the name Sophia"

"I don't even get to keep my name!"

"Yes, even your appearance, you don't get to keep it"

"Excuse me! 'I look just fine and okay"

"Yes you do, but you still look like the whore from last night" he said to me, I was shocked at what he said to me, I wanted to cry but I held myself tight.

"Rehearse this" he said giving me another piece of paper

"We are visiting my father tomorrow at the hospital before his discharge, I will introduce you to my family tomorrow"

"I will get a make-up artist and a designer to prepare you for tomorrow" he said as he and his friend exited the room.

I looked at the papers he gave me thinking about if it was okay to cancel this whole agreement now but it was too late.

"What have I done!" I said to myself sadly.

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It all felt like a dream, it happened so quickly, I was going to be a wife to a billionaire, on a contract though. My life was going to change for the better or worse but it was going to change, I thought about all of these as the make-up artist powdered my face.

"All done" the makeup artist said

"You look beautiful, senorita, '' the make-up artist added. I was certain she was from France, Felix did all these silently also as a secret, but why? Why did he ask me to be his wife? He's one of the richest bachelors in Los Angeles and he can get any woman he wants but why me?

I knew something was off but I didn't want to involve myself by asking too many questions, all I had to do was play along with his card and grab quickly my 50 grand at the end of the deal, I smiled intelligently at myself trying to console my depressed soul, I looked keenly at the mirror in front of me, yes I was beautiful, but this wasn't me, a blonde wig, a fancy makeup making me to look like an opera singer, the whole disguise was fascinating, the paper he gave me was full of rehearsals, things to say and what not to say in front of his family.

"It's time" he said as he entered the room, he looked at me, I must say he was impressed with the stylist. I didn't hesitate for a bit, I followed him, while in his car, he made sure I was ready by asking me to recite whatever was in the paper he gave me.

"Are you ready" he asked me as soon as we arrived the hospital

"Yes I'm ready" I said breathing out

We both walked into a ward. There was a doctor in the room attending to a man on a sick bed. I presumed the man to be his father. There was a beautiful lady I recognized in the room. She was a famous model for major clothing and skin care brands in Los Angeles.

"Good day Dad. This is Sophia. My wife" Felix said to his shocked family. They all gazed at me vividly.

"Um. Hi I'm Sophia. It's so nice to meet you" I said

"Wow, you got married!" his father asked

"Oh hi, I'm Stephanie but you can call me Steph, I'm his little sister. Nice to meet you" she said in a puzzled state looking at me.

"Nice to meet you, Sophia" the man in the bed said looking at me

"You know, Felix haven't really brought a girl home not to talk of getting married to one" the man added

"I see. It's really nice to meet you Sir" I replied trying to look away

"So Sophia, where are you from? His father asked me

"I'm from Florida" I said looking at Felix

"She's from Florida" Felix said supporting me

"You are so beautiful" Stephanie said to me, I managed to smile

"Thank you and you too, you look very beautiful"

"And who are you?" a voice came from the back. I turned around to see a flashy lady in heels, looking at me palely with disgust.

"She's my wife" Felix answered the vicious lady

"Your wife? You got married? She chuckled, looking baffled"

"Yes I got married. Beverly this is Sophia, my wife" Felix said to the lady

"Sophia dear, this is my step sister, Beverly"

"Nice to meet you" I said offering her my hands for a handshake, she declined looking back at Felix

"I spent months out of Los Angeles, what did you think I was doing there?"

"I thought you were chasing business as always"

"No Beverly. I got married, just say congratulations"

"Hmmm. Congratulations step brother" the lady said, he was his step sister, it was so obvious they hated each other.

This calls for celebration" Felix father said

Yes, I will handle it father" Stephanie said happily, Felix and Beverly looked at each other with hate.

"Can someone show me the restroom?" I requested trying to avoid their drama.

"Sure. It's on the end of the hall" Stephanie answered

"Thank you" I was paranoid, I ran out of the room into the ladies breathing nonstop. As I washed my hands out of curiosity, I looked closed into the mirror trying to figure how to pull through this.

"We didn't really get to do a proper introduction back there" a voice said, it was Beverly, Felix step sister. I turned and smiled as she came close to me.

"So Sophia, where are you from?"

"Florida" I replied snapilly.

"Hmm, Florida. But you don't like one from Florida" she said, I gulped trying to figure the kind of person she was, she obviously a mind reader.

"Oh, don't be mistaken by my blonde wig, I have a thing for blondes"

"Hmmm, how interesting. So did you meet Felix?"

"Um, I um" I was stuttering, I didn't read that side of the paper Felix gave me.

"I met him when I went to the movies" I said out of fear

"Hmmm. That's very odd. Felix hates going to the movies" she said looking keenly at me

"Um, I met him at a movies"

"For how long did you two date?"

"Five months" I said

"Do you know what kind of person he is? She asked

"I do, he told me a lot about you" I smiled pretentiously

"Did he?"

"Yes"

"Hmmm. It's really nice to meet you, Sonia"

"It's Sophia" I corrected

"Yeah, Sophia. But why does my guts tell me you are lying?"

"About what? I asked while gulping

"You don't look like someone from Florida and you are obviously lying"

"Why would I lie?"

"I don't know but my guts tells me so, and I always believe my guts"

"Is everything alright?" Felix asked from behind

"It's inappropriate coming into the ladies'" Beverly said to Felix

"I was just having a conversation with your supposed WIFE" she added

"Dear. Go wait for me in the car" Felix said, I quickly obeyed

FELIX POV

"Beverly, Why are you questioning her?"

"Is it bad to question my dear brother's wife?"

"Step Brother Beverly, step brother"

"Even so, we are one way related by blood"

"I'm not your blood, Beverly"

"She's not from Florida. I believe you and I both know that"

"I don't give a shit about your opinion"

"What game are you trying to play, Felix Banks?

"What game are you talking about, Beverly Banks?

"Hmmm. One way or the other, I'm going to find out why you got married to that bitch because I think there's something odd, because the Felix Banks I know can't just wake up one damn morning and get married to a supposed bitch from Florida!" Beverly said to my face.

"Till then, happy married life dear brother" Beverly said with a wicked grin on her face as she exited. I knew Beverly was going to doubt the whole wedding story, it's a good thing she's doubtful about my marriage than for her to discover the real reason for doing so.