Hired As The Billionaire's Wife

B R E A N N A

“So, what the hell are we gonna do now? Mum is fighting for her life and you also managed to fumble your job?!”

I gave Xavier the most deadliest look to ever exist. “Are you even listening to yourself right now? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself! I’ve been the one providing for the family for the past two years since you’ve refused to get a job!”

“I am your older brother, you will speak to me with respect–”

“Older brother my foot–”

He was about to cause a tantrum when we heard a knock on the door. I glared at him, before going to the door.

My mouth dropped as soon as I saw who was at the door. It was him!

Same man that was responsible for the loss of my job.

“YOU!” I yelled, pointing a finger at his face. “What are you doing here?! How did you know my house? Are you stalking me?! You–”

“Are you going to shut up and let me speak?” He said in a cool voice, his arms folded. His rich physique looked out of place in my small home.

“I want to know what you’re doing in my house, you are not invited here and I could call the cops on you–” I started but he only cocked a brow.

“I’d like to see you try, you wouldn’t want to go down that route with me, Ms. Breanna. I came to have a serious conversation that will be beneficial for both me and you.”

I looked at him with so much anger, every attraction I felt before, dying at once. His audacity!

“I do not wish to have a conversation with you, you’ve caused enough trauma for me. Please leave.”

“It’s about your mother.”

I was about to shut the door, but stopped when I heard him and I abruptly turned my head towards him. What did he mean?

“My mother?”

******

We were sitting at a small cafe at the nearby street as I tried to wrap my head around what he just said. “You want me to be your wife for one year and you will save my mother?” I repeated his words.

He took a sip from his black coffee, his eyes meeting mine. The sun rays shining in through the window, made his eyes appear a lighter green. The cafe was a little empty except for an old couple and the waitress behind the counter.

He leaned forward to face me, “I will pay your hospital bills, make sure she is receiving the best treatment possible, and make sure she is living the rest of her life in luxury with the money you’ll be paid at the end of our contract. And all you have to do is play the role of my wife whenever we are seen in public.”

He continued, “No sex or touching is needed, only that you are seen as my wife, nothing more, nothing less. If you agree, I will get started on your mother as soon as possible. So what do you say, Breanna, is it a deal or not? You have till tomorrow morning to give me an answer. I expect your call, no matter the hour of the day. But, I do need an answer by tomorrow, no later.”

He stood to his feet and was about to walk away, but I immediately spoke, stopping him.

I had to take a moment to think. The idea sounded ridiculous, but I didn't care, I just wanted my mother to live. I needed to think about this very carefully, it could either end really good or really bad, there was no in between.

But then, what if this was the only way for my mum to get the treatment she needs? She was slowly dying right in front of my eyes. She wouldn’t last long without her treatments. I couldn’t put myself first at this point, I had to put the life of the woman I love most.

I'd have to take this opportunity, it's the only chance I have to save her.

I looked at the man, a little lost in my thoughts, as I stared at him. I had just met him today and I literally knew nothing about him. Not even his name. And I was going to suddenly be his wife? I needed to remind myself that I was left with no other choice than this.

With that in mind, I looked back at him and said, “Alright, I'll do it.” It felt weird to say it, and I could tell he was surprised I agreed.

He gave a smile and sat down again. He took a paper from his briefcase, and handed it to me. “Here's the contract, read it carefully and sign.”

I scanned the whole contract, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of person he was, to do something like this. It was an extremely long contract, which stated rules and regulations we had to follow. There was also a section about the consequences if I break the contract.

I signed the document and returned it to him.

“Well, now that everything is settled," he took out his phone and dialed a number, "A dress will be sent to you first thing tomorrow morning. Get dressed and be at the church by 11:30 sharp.”

The dress? Church?

I frowned, “What's happening tomorrow morning?”

“Our wedding of course,” he replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I choked, almost spitting out the water I was drinking, “What?!”

“Didn't I mention that?”

“NO!”

“Oh, well, now you know. Our marriage will be official tomorrow. Don't be late. On our way to our honeymoon, the details of the do’s and don'ts will be explained to you as there are some boundaries you shouldn’t cross as my wife.”

With that, he stood up and walked away, leaving me stunned.

I could have sworn, I heard him chuckle as he left.

What the actual hell have I gotten myself into? How on earth was I going to be able to keep a straight face during all of this?

How was I going to act like a perfect wife and a good actress too?

My life was turning into a fucking movie. From being unable to eat a three square meal, to being hired as a wife. Is that even a word?

I was screwed.

I was completely, utterly, and absolutely, royally screwed.