The Billionaire's Contract Wife

Layla's POVIn the ancestral mansion of the wealthy and influential Torres family, a shocking and unimaginable incident was unfolding.The rain poured down heavily as screams and shattering of glasses could be heard."Mom!" I shrieked, my voice piercing the air as I witnessed a shocking scene unfold before my eyes. My grandmother's face was twisted in a fierce scowl as she violently pushed my mother, her words cutting deep like a knife."Leave this place, you slut!" she bellowed, her voice echoing through the halls. "Oh, you think we didn't know? You seduced my son into marrying you just to inherit his properties. You poverty-stricken being!" The venom in her words was palpable, her anger and resentment boiling over like a pot left unattended.We've pretended for far too long," my grandmother's voice dripped with hostility, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "Now that my son is dead, you'll leave this house with nothing! You came here with nothing, but you've managed to produce

Alexander's POV"Last night's incident was a mistake and it should be forgotten. Women are scum!" I slammed, trying my best to forget last night's encounter with the waitress. "Why can't I get her out of my head?" I ruffled my hair with my hands agressively. "I hate this!"With a throbbing pain in my head, I entered the bathroom and switched on the shower.I allowed the water to do its work as it ran its way through my skin.I seethed with rage, wondering who had the audacity to spike my drink.The culprit is either extremely foolish or has a death wish. I guess they have no idea who they are messing with. I will make them pay! They will beg for their dear lives.As I stepped out of the bathroom utterly naked, trickles of water coursed down my body, forming a tiny puddle on the floor at my feet.Today is Sunday and it's family time for the Kings' family.I put on a cotton shirt and a denim jeans, and ran to the grand hall where we have our family time.Everyone was already sitted e

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 sa

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,

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