365 Days The Billionaires Marriage

“Come here, Sweetie. Come with me,” he said.

Eza Alison Quill's spine shivered. When his voice landed in her ears, an instant sense of dread emerged. It trapped her body swiftly, making her tremble.

“No,” Eza refused.

For her rejection, she received a backlash. It gripped her hand tightly, denying her permission to escape as she wished.

“Let me go!”

Eza struggled with all her might, attempting to free herself, but the grip only grew stronger. Slowly fading her hope of escaping.

Laughter echoed. It came from the middle-aged man who felt delighted at the sight of fear on Eza's face. It made his grip tighten second by second.

“I won't let you go. I won't. You know, right? Tonight, I will take you to my house.”

The question was drowned out by booming laughter. Eza shivered. She shook her head, but that was the reality that awaited her.

“You will be my mistress.”

Eza swallowed her saliva. She shook with a body that trembled even more.

“No,” Eza rejected. “I will not be your mistress. I will never be the mistress of an old man like you.”

The uproarious laughter ceased. It vanished instantly when Eza's words struck him. Making the face of the fifty-three-year-old man turn red.

His face hardened. It looked fierce.

“W-what? What did you say just now?”

Eza did not answer. She could not say anything when the grip on her wrist felt even stronger, bringing unbearable pain.

A grunt escaped, indicating immeasurable pain. However, that tangible proof seemed to mean nothing.

“Answer, Eza! What did you say just now?! Did you call me an old man?!”

This time, it was not just the grip that hurt Eza, but also the jolt that made her stumble. Dizziness came. It trapped the clear focus of her eyes, replacing it with a blurred vision.

Eza closed her eyes. She was dizzy and afraid to witness the eruption of anger in front of her.

“I beg you,” Eza pleaded at last. “Let me go. I don't want to marry you.”

She did not want to imagine it, but the fear had already formed a shadow in Eza's mind. Spinning around and making her stomach feel sick. How could a twenty-two-year-old girl become the mistress of a fifty-three-year-old man? Were not they more suited to be father and daughter rather than lovers?

However, it was not just the age difference that was the reason for Eza's rejection. Because she knew that she would become one of Sergio Alexander's many mistresses.

There was a legitimate wife and at least six other mistresses that Sergio had. If Eza accepted that cruel fate, she would become the seventh mistress.

An utterly illogical act. However, that was Sergio's life. When power and wealth were in his hands, no one could resist him. Ironically, they sometimes even begged him.

A sad reality for Eza. Because her father, Dean Jonathan Quill, was among those who begged Sergio. And it all started from the fraudulent investment he participated in.

The loss suffered by Dean amounted to hundreds of thousands of dollars. Clearly, it was not a small amount of money. He was desperate. At that time, Sergio came forward and offered help.

Sergio did not expect his money back. He could help sincerely, but not without selfish motives.

It was Eza that Sergio desired. Dean's youngest daughter, famous for her beauty. A virgin from an esteemed family, what more could he ask for?

Thus, it was not strange when Sergio and his men came to Dean's residence that night. He would take Eza so that the promised money could land in Dean's account the next day.

At least that was the guarantee to ensure Dean did not break the agreement. That's what Sergio said.

Unfortunately, Sergio's plan did not go smoothly as he had hoped. He could predict that Eza would refuse. However, he did not anticipate that Eza would resist with all her might.

“Shut up!” Sergio shouted.

Sergio had run out of patience. Anger had blinded his eyes and heart. Without thinking twice, he slapped Eza on the cheek, causing her to fall silent.

Eza's groans and whimpering disappeared. The girl's head spun. Her vision became blurry. However, her ears could still hear clearly.

“I don't care. Whether you want it or not, it doesn't matter. In the end, I will still have you,” Sergio said triumphantly. “You can't refuse. Besides, your father has already agreed to it.”

Disgusting. The nausea in Eza's stomach intensified. How could Dean allow his daughter to marry a man even older than himself?

It was truly nonsensical. However, that was the reality.

Eza refused to believe it, but this was what was happening to her. Trying to deny the disaster felt useless. The cries for help that she had been shouting since earlier yielded no results whatsoever.