The Billionaire's Contract Wife

The man started dragging me to the elevator. "Hey, what are you doing? Let me go!" I was trying to free myself from his grip but to no avail. He was far stronger than I am. He was acting like he didn’t hear my protests at all. He punched the keys on the elevator and basically dragged me inside when it opened. "What the! Let me go!" I yelled at him. I tried to get out of the elevator but he was quick to pull me back inside. He was able to close the doors before I could even try to escape one more time to do it. "Are you aware that this is harassment?" My voice echoed in the four walls of the elevator carriage. He basically ignored me, acting like he didn't hear anything I said. I was starting to panic but I tried to calm myself down. I need to think straight. He then dragged me out of the elevator the moment it stopped and the door opened. I realized that there was no point in fighting, so I just let him drag me through the hallway. He's way too strong for me. I just went

[Two weeks later.]I hurried out of the library. I was on my way to my next class with my backpack slung to my shoulders, books in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other hand. I was wearing a loose hoodie paired with faded jeans, and my trusted two-year-old Converse shoes.I wore my hair, which I haven't washed for two days now, in a messy bun. I adjusted my large-framed eyeglasses (because I had no time to put on contacts earlier) before I ran down the steps of the library building. I was on the last steps when I felt my phone vibrate. I stopped walking, transferred my coffee to my other hand --- which is not an easy task considering the books I was carrying with the same hand --- and grabbed my phone from the back pocket of my pants with my now free hand. It was my mom. "Hola, mama!" I said as soon as I picked up her call."Where have you been? Why aren't you picking up my calls? I've been trying to call you since this morning!" She sounded distressed."Relax, ma. I'm fine.

I was staring at the documents sprawled in front of me for I don't know how long already. It was the contract that Louie gave me. It came with a prenuptial agreement, as well. It was a long and tedious read.I've read everything many times already. It was overwhelming, but the main point was he would pay me an additional 50,000 US dollars, on top of the agreed 150,000 US dollars, as alimony after we got divorced.That's if I could survive the two-year contract without any problems at all. But if I fail to fulfill my obligations as his "wife" or break the terms and conditions set in the agreement, I have to pay him 100,000 US dollars for breach of contract. It was also written in the contract that no one should know about our agreement, except both of us and James. And, of course, the lawyers who will handle the case.And according to the prenuptial agreement, aside from the agreed amount, I wouldn't get anything from him after the divorce. That means I have no hold over all his wea

"What?" I asked Louie, not sure if I heard him right."You're gonna stay here for the meantime," he repeated. "In this room?" I asked again. "Yeah."I shook my head in disbelief. "No, I can't stay here."His brows furrowed. "But you just said you can't go home to your apartment. That's why I got this room for you. Is there any problem with this room? This is the best available unit they have at the moment.""That's the problem. This room is too lavish for me. I can't stay here." I shook my head again. He took me to a luxury hotel suite after we signed the contract earlier. I was shocked at how huge and lavish it was. I wouldn't be surprised if the daily rate here is enough to cover three months’ rent of my apartment."You're not paying for your stay here, if that's what you're worried about," he nonchalantly replied. I was fighting the urge to roll my eyes. Like, duh. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't afford it. "That's out of the question," I, instead, said. "This room is too much

I jolted up from the bed while feeling the mattress for my phone to check the time. I'm late, aren't I? Did I forget to set my alarm?And then I realized that I actually have no classes today! Yeah, of course. Classes technically ended yesterday. How did I forget that? I shook my head as I let myself flop back into the bed. So, this is how it feels to wake up in the morning without having to rush? It's been so long since I have experienced this. I feel like I am always racing against time ever since I came here to Barcelona. I lied down again, took a giant pillow, and hugged it tight. I even buried my face against the plushy pillow, enjoying the sweet scent of the fabric conditioner. Everything in this room smelled expensive. I let my eyes wander around me. Every corner in the room spelled fortune in big, bold letters. Who would've thought that I'd have the chance to stay in a room as lush and expensive as this? Definitely not me! Not even in my dreams. And then I realized somet