A Contract Marriage With The Billionaire's Mad Son

ad heaved upon me and I felt withdrawn from this world. What was tha

hey knew I was in dire need of the money. They perceived the money meant the whole world to me right

wn for a mad man all in the name of marrying a billionaire's son.

Neither did I have money for burial. I was naïve and rudderless at the moment

d become

he Fanny's and sign the contract m

. If I could remember the last time I peered between my legs I was still a virgin. I looked forward to the day I would fall in

g in the same room with a mad man, who could bite me to death the next minute? I could feel t

that smeared around his mouth and unshaven beards still

wasn't the way out

he would treat mother on credit, later

to pay back half a million dollars? Is it

d! I am s

en the door creaked, opened, and the

saw his name; Dr. Peter Northwick. He looked elegantly charisma

sounded optimistic, and I wanted to take advantage of h

ed my gaze, not interested to lock eyes w

n he interposed me, "Do you have

ever be smart to know that this girl fondling with her fingers

you?" he let an emphatic ton

tole a glance at mother and wished the doctor could follow my gaze

money. I believe you can see your mother's condition; she is on life support. Do you know the m

wed brow at him

e time now it is eight hours to twenty four hours. As soon as it is time, I will disconnect the life support mechanism a

am with tears as I pressed my

her on credit. I promise to work hard and pay

may I know what you do for a living?"

m initially but for the an

d got swallowed in shame and peril. Unhesi

ler at Rio Hondo Market? Listen up Melissa, or whatever you call yourself. You can't afford h

ered my face in shame. Most of the horrible words spoken to me b

imited in this life an

mother. Let her just stay alive while I and my generation work for you till th

rip. "Let go off my feet. You have twenty four hours!

ed – he had le

ms into mine as my tears trick