We’re getting married tomorrow

Ivery's Pov

I heard the message alert and raised my phone to look at the phone screen. Franco's name was vividly written as the sender. I shut my eyes and tried not to listen to the word that kept ringing in my ears. Marry me? What audacity. I knew it wasn't going to end well for me and I was already prepared. I was not ready to start disturbing myself on an ingrate. Like for real; because we had a night stand meant he should go overboard? Pervert!

I clicked on the message he sent and my mouth parted in amazement.

** Five million dollars will be yours to be my contracted wife for just a month**

"Seriously?" I asked no one in particular and read the message close to five times to know if truly I saw right. I did! He promised to pay me five million dollars to be his wife just for one month. One month? Holy! This guy must be kidding me. "Who are you, Franco?" I thought to myself and picked up my phone to dial his number again. At the first ring, he picked. Of course, he was waiting for me thinking I was into money. "Who are you and why would you just give me five million dollars to be your wife for one good month!"

"I'm Franco Milestone and it's a pity you don't know me or recognise me. Anyways, five million dollars is nothing to me but something to you, I know. Do well to meet me tomorrow for the details and let's begin the deal as soon as possible. I will send someone to pick you up very early tomorrow so I think we're good. Send me a message if you have any further questions. Goodbye."

I was devastated. Who told him I was interested for him to go into conclusion? The guy must be kidding me? He can't just because he saw my weakness and used it against me. Why the hell does he think five million dollars was nothing to him?

However, I had no choice. He was right, I needed the money badly. I rested my head on my dressing table and didn't know when I slept off only for me to wake up the next morning to my phone blaring tone. I yawned and checked the caller's ID, it was the devil.

"My driver is out there in front of my house to pick you up. He's waiting, don't delay him," Franco uttered and ended the call almost immediately before I could say a word.

My legs were numb when I stood up from the stool. I stretched out my body and went into the bathroom. Soon, I was done and already gained back my strength. I moved to my closet and picked up my dress as I also checked the time. It was past 7am which still guaranteed that I would get to work on time.

Just as he said, I saw a Mercedes parked outside of my apartment and the driver walked to me. "Good morning," I greeted.

"Good morning, ma'am. My boss asked me to pick you up," he answered and opened up the back seat door for me to get in while I wondered how rich Franco was for him to have men that call him boss.

We got to our location a few minutes later and it was a penthouse located at one of the countryside hills. When we drove to the gate of the penthouse, we were checked before they asked us to go in.

The car was parked among cars and the driver led me into the huge elegant mansion well built with strong walls and tight securities surrounding the whole place. I was still amused and it gave me assurance that our deal could be real.

In no time, I was in an exclusive office, well furnished and organized. It has lots of shelves with big books placed into them. Never in my life would I believe I was going to be sitting in somewhere so expensive. It was nothing compared to my entire apartment.

I smelled the familiar aura as soon as the door opened and Franco walked in with a large smile plastered on his face. He was looking more handsome and well dressed than the other time we met. He walked to me. "Hey," I greeted and lowered my gaze from his piercing eyes on me.

"Shall we?" He demanded and pointed his hand to the couch for me to sit. "Calvin!" He called and a guy who seemed to be one of his men ran in holding a sealed file with him. He got to us and placed it down in front of Franco before walking back outside, shutting the door behind. "What should I offer you?" Franco uttered after the silence and I shook my head.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not. I can see your anxiousness." With that, he got up and walked to the corner of the office where a coffee machine was laying. I watched him make two cups of coffee and returned back to sit beside me, handling me one cup of it.

"Thanks," I muttered and drank a bit from the coffee.

Franco opened the file and gave me a paper to read. It was the paper for the marriage contract and I began to read through. A smile crept on my face when I finished reading the paper. "It isn't really a big deal to sign this," I told him and he also smiled. "The contract is fair and I am interested," I announced.

"Good and did you go through the rules and regulations?" He asked as he brought out a fashion pen from his shirt pocket.

"Yes, I promise never to leak it out to anyone," I told him.

"I know you wouldn't, that is why I chose you. My life isn't private but I need this to be private and since you don't even know who I am, you're the best candidate. Just pretend to be my wife for one month and I promise to do my part," he stated and I nodded in agreement. "Good, now sign," he said and handed me the pen to sign the deal while he did the same. "What's your name?"

"Ivery."

"Ivery what?"

"Ivery Lycanster."

"We're getting married tomorrow, Ivery Lycanster"