Contract Marriage with the Broken Billionaire

White ceiling, blue-themed room. I blink a couple of times.

"I am alive." I murmur to myself.

The last thing I remember is falling into the middle of the road after a car hit me. I thought that was the end of me and my miserable pathetic life, but it seems my time is not up yet! I don't know whether to be happy about that or not, though. Sigh!

Wait. where am I?

This sure is not a hospital bed. This heavy-duty mattress, how many inches is it anyway? And this expensive white bed.. I think it's what they call king or queen size? Did I wake up in paradise or am I in the afterlife?

My head hurts, but I pull myself up and sit up, leaning backwards to support my bandaged head. I am glad I don't have fractured bones, but a side of my hip hurts, alongside my bandaged head and arm.

The door opens, which is quite a distance from the bed because this room is enough to accommodate five more beds of the same size. A man saunters in. Adorable height, medium size body and finest jaws. This is a bit confusing now.

If I got into an accident, wasn't I supposed to wake up in a hospital or in my house? Who is this, cold rich guy? His eyes are cold with a look that can make anybody bow to his dominant demeanor. I bet his voice would hold such a demeanor as well. His complex figure and composure exude confidence and authority.

Where am I again?

"Who are you?" I ask, as he walks to stand beside me, giving me the pleasure and honor to take in his sweet pheromones. I have never smelled something as sweet as this, and that is why the butterflies in my stomach are surprised.

"Your husband!" His voice is as I expected - icy, deep, and sweet.

I swallow hard. First, I have never had a boyfriend, let alone a husband. Second, even if I was to be married, it would have not been to this tycoon god who is stinking like the most purest sin. I can not fit in his world, and he can't stoop so low to my own. We are like water and paraffin, or two parallel roads, or better yet, heaven and earth. Thanks to that expensive joke he just pulled there, I am smiling bitterly. My husband my left foot!

"How long have I been dead?" I ask, looking into his dark brown eyes. There is this deep and dark sheer in them, making him appear dangerously smoky.

"What?"

Oh, his voice, ooh!

"Yeah! If I am married, that means I am in the afterlife. I did not have a boyfriend, not to talk of being married before I got into that accident." I say, looking at this beautiful but confusing stranger. How can he say I am his wife?

"I am not a bad person. I just did what I had to do. What I felt was right." He speaks, his cold tone of voice as calm and soft as it can ever be, presumably, it can't go beyond that.

"What do you mean?" I ask, and he pulls out an envelope from the drawer beside the bed and hands it to me. "What's in it?" I ask, without showing any interest in accepting it. These rich people are annoyingly weird. Very, annoyingly weird!

"Check it."

I kick the blue duvet aside and get out of the comfortable bed, grabbing the envelope from him and slightly limping to the table near the window.

I empty the contents of the envelope on the table, and the first thing that catches my attention makes my heart skip several beats.

My mother's ID?

What is happening here? Did something bad happen to my mother?

"Why do you have my mother's ID? Where is she? Is she alright?" I rant nonstop to the stranger. My heart feels so heavy all of a sudden, like a bomb is about to explode. "Tell me she is okay."

"Relax! Your mother is perfectly fine. I just kept that as part of the agreement until you wake up, so that I can confirm that she really is your mother." A calming explanation, but more confusing.

This woman has made me see hell and live on its shores since birth. Anything and everything about her makes my spine cold.

"She is my mother." The shock on his face, huh? I smell a rat here!

What just happened in the few hours I was unconscious? I am starting to tremble, my bones growing weak.

Oh, Man! I hope she didn't screw you too! It would be such a pity! Such...a... pity!

"Why? What did she do? And why am I here? Who are you and what is this place?" I query.

"Everything is well explained in that contract."

"Cont... what?"

What does me getting hit by a car and waking up in a strange house with a strange person, got to do with a freaking damn contract? It would have been self-explanatory if I woke up in a police cell, for mistakenly being accused of intentionally getting myself hit by a car so that I can demand for some compensation. I would also have understood it if I woke up in a mental hospital, because I am sure I looked like a lost zombie on the road yesterday. But here? What can explain all this? And a contract?

"Please, read it and understand every clause in it. It is important. Your...mother signed her part. But it's entirely your decision to agree to sign yours."

Whoa! I have a very bad feeling. What did you do this time, mother? Why do I feel hurt already even without knowing what this damn contract is all about?

"You know what Mr? My head is aching so much and my vision is a bit blurry due to the pain. I may not be able to see well." I lie. The pain is not even severe in my head. It is in my heart where the real pain is. I am so scared of what is in this contract. My mother has always had bad intentions for me, and I don't know the intensity of her hatred. I know she can't sign me off for anything good. "I suppose you know the contents of this contract. Tell me what it says. Explain it bit by bit and in the most simplest way possible. What sort of deal did you make with my mother?" I look straight into his damn sweet icy eyes, and him - he does not even blink as he does me the honor of relaying to me the shock of my life. No, the heartbreak of my life!

"It's a contract stating that you will be officially my wife for five months. I am paying you a hundred million for the five months you will stay with me."

Period! Disgustingly simple! pathetic madness!

The sky must be turning red for the very first time since its creation, that is why even the aura I am breathing right now is not the usual oxygen. This one is suffocating! It's choking me! I can't breathe at all!

Someone bring me back to earth, because I doubt it's where all this nonsense is happening!

Since when did people's lives had a price tag on them? Who in this era has such a huge amount of money to just give it away like that? And who at this age and era buys a wife? What? Doesn't he know how to court a woman? From his looks and the amount he is offering, he must be freaking stinking rich! He definitely is swimming in money and luxury. So why can't he find a woman to marry? Is he a shape-shifting vampire that no woman can stand? Wait, who the hell even brought about this absurd deal anyway?

"Who between you two came up with this madness?" I ask, my eyes maintaining their stare at him, and him being as icy as he looks. He doesn't blink still.

"I did."

I sigh out a relief!

Well, at least it wasn't my crazy impossible mother. Now I feel relieved, and the air is a bit fresh again. But did she have to agree? That alone hurts, but it's less painful than...

"Your mother had a different kind of deal first." Shit! No, double that shit!

"What did she propose?" I shoot at him.

"Are you sure you want...."

"Yes." I cut him off. "What the heck did my mother propose?"

"A million for your life. She wanted me to take you as whatever I wanted, for just a million!"

Everything stands still, and I forget how to breathe for a minute. What..the..hell?

Anything? For a mere million?

One drop. Two drops. Three drops. I have two streams of tears flowing down my two chubby cheeks. What's that again? I had a feeling this was going to hurt, but I didn't know it would be this much.

I have gone through so much pain - the pain of her hatred, the pain of her insults, the pain of her slaps, the pain of always being on the losing end. Everything has been painful for me in general, but this pain surpasses every other pain I have felt before. All of my pains mixed together can not compare to this one.

My mother sold me off to a stranger? And just for a mere one fucking million? She was busy trading me off like a mere garbage while I was lying unconscious on the hospital bed? I am sure she didn't even care to find out who this man is! I was lying unconscious and all she was thinking about was how to get rid of me?

What did I ever do to this woman?

All she has ever given me are nothing but pain after pain, but trading me off like a stinking garbage is the last straw!

She doesn't want me? She wants me out of her life? I am also freaking tired of her. I am done hoping and wishing that she will ever change. I am fucking done trying to be a good daughter that I will never be to her.

This is the highlight of all your hatred towards me mother! I am so done crying for you. I am done caring for you. Today, you have given me enough reason to do what's best for you and me.

This is for the greater good!

I wipe away the tears, and look at this stranger. I don't think I have words for him right now. What my mother has done is the only thing ringing in my head, and it's ringing so loud.

I take the pen from his shirt, and he is shocked at that, but I don't care. I open the contract, but he grabs my hand.

"Hey! If you don't want to go through with it, I won't force you. You still have the chance to back down. I will pay your mother what she asked so she won't bother you." He speaks.

"Don't they say that parents, especially mothers, always know what is best for their children? This is what my mother thinks is best for me. I am an adult, and I have no objections whatsoever. I am righting her decision. I want this!"

"You are angry."

"I am sober. I want this, so let me!" He let go of my hand unwillingly, and I sign on the spaces left for me.

I close the contract and put it back in the envelope, returning the pen where I took it from. I hand him the envelope.

"When can I get the first half?"

"By today evening." He says.

"Good. I will go see my mother the day after tomorrow. Is that alright?"

"Sure. No problem." He says.

"I need some rest."

"Go ahead. The doctor will be coming to check on your wound later on in the day."

I nod my head, and stroll to the bed, while he makes his way to the door.

"Wait, my husband." I call before he can walk out, and he turns around. "What should I call you?"

"Jerol O'Brian McCall, is my name. Call me Jerol from now on, Mrs McCall." I nod my head, and he walks out, closing the door behind him.

"Mrs McCall." I murmur to myself as I tuck myself under the blue duvet again.

Mrs McCall, it is, for five months!