The Billionaire’s contracted wife

CHAPTER 4

This was totally not what Camilla had expected, never in her life had she thought that being traded was practically this cheap and easy. She wasn't raised by her uncle to be this vulnerable and let herself get toyed like a doll.

For sure, she was very frustrated by everything but is any of this worth doing to save the company? All the plans she ever had have all been shifted because she was getting married to an asshole who had agreed for a contracted wife.

She scoffed tiredly while she stared at the reflector in front of her. She was finally putting on the gown her aunt had given to her to put on.

Camilla was not comfortable at all. It was a cherry blossom sequin-draped dress with one-shoulder embroidered with straps and a dramatic high slit.

The cherry sequin dress fitted and hugged her body while bringing out all curves at the right proportion. Camilla wasn't comfortable with this dress because it showed a lot of scars and blossoms she had.

She scowled at the ash-glittering heels to match with the outfit. The make up was being done by a professional, Camilla wondered how her aunt was able to pull off this so vastly.

“I think elegance and making yourself look powerful makes men weak!” Her aunt emitted. Camilla said nothing more but to adjust herself in the reflector. She honestly wasn't happy with any of this.

After a while, her aunt exited the room.

There was a slight knock right after on the door. It slightly pulled open as Mandy walked in, she had also arrived in Italy after Camilla booked her a first class ticket.

Mandy stared at Camilla with a small smile.

“You look anything more than amazing!” she complimented and Camilla flashed her a weak smile.

This was never her plan, she wasn't planning on looking this good for SCAR.

“You would be fine Camilla, I know that being forced into something is bad but nobody knows the future!” Mandy said reassuringly but Camilla honestly didn't think everything felt like it would be fine.

“Your aunt told me to get you downstairs because the car is ready,” Mandy said, going over to the door to pull it open.

“Do I need to go see SCAR? Can't I just drop everything right now and we can elope and start afresh somewhere? I don't think that I want to meet with an asshole,” Camilla said, feeling the sound of her heart beating rapidly.

“No, we aren't doing that. Your Fiance needs to meet with his wife to be.” Mandy insisted while using her eyes as a sign for Camila to get on her feet and start moving.

The car was waiting outside as one of the security men pulled the door open for Camilla to get in. She let out a deep breath before slipping in but became stunned seeing her aunt already seated.

Camilla wondered why she was here again? There were so many drivers and cars, why must she sit close to her?

Camille noticed that she was also putting on some makeup but her clothes of choice were practically the worst right now.

She practically looked older than her age right now. After a few minutes into the drive, the silence she loved was finally broken.

“You might think that I never loved you as my own but those are freaking lies that play in your tiny head,” her aunt said before staring at her.

Camilla knew she was lying, she was only this nice with words if she was getting something from her. Her eyes were plain with no single emotion.

Her hands slowly patted Camilla's lap, she wanted to scream at her and shove her hands away because she was the worst person right now but she couldn't.

Camilla knew that she would practically not do this to her real daughter if she had one.

“Darling, if I ever had a daughter. She would be the one going over to marry from an elegant family like the Vicente’s and not you!” she had said it so bodly like she had read Camilla's mind.

Soon they arrived at an affluent neighbourhood, where there were large houses with perfect landscaping and very expensive cars. It was definitely a porch and prosperous area.

They arrived at a very tall gate which was slowly pulled open as their car pulled up inside. The car had basically traveled for a while before it finally halted.

The door was soon pulled open and to be honest it was an amazing sight. Camilla was amazed by how filthy rich these people are.

The tremendous parking lot and beautiful flowers used to decorate the environment made everything stand out perfectly.

She glared at her aunt who had no care in the world. She knew that her aunt couldn't wait to give her out. She was practically shaking and trembling but not from the air that slammed her exposed skin.

The huge door was being pulled open for them by two guards dressed corporately and expensively. “Oh my beautiful Selena!” the voice of a man whose tongue came out in an Italian way spoke.

He strides towards Camilla’s aunt before placing soft and warm kisses on each of her cheeks as they exchange pleasantries.

“Questa è la mia bellissima figlia Camilla Lorenzo! È un magnate degli affari intelligente!”

(“This is my beautiful daughter Camilla Lorenzo! She is an intelligent business tycoon!”) she said proudly in Italian language but I felt nothing because I knew she was only acting to get exactly what she wanted.

Camilla wondered if the old man in front of her was her supposed Fiancée.

He began to edge closer to me but she was quick to take a few steps away from him, he dared not touch her with his wrinkled hands.

“Hello Camilla, I'm Vicente Gustavo,” he said as his husky voice made some small cracking voice.

She instantly exhaled deeply after he said that! she had figured it out that he was not SCAR's father after all.

She gave him a small smile even if she was also mad at him for accepting to give his son for an arranged marriage. The door pulled open as a young man walked in.

“This is my son!” Vincente introduced and Camilla felt things weren't going to be that bad if this was her fiance, how could they have said Scar was brutal?

“Hello Miss Lorenzo, I'm Nathan Vicente!” his voice came out as soft as how attractive he peeked.

He put forward his hands which she took, he was so handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expression of his voice.

“Hello,” she responded dreamily.

“Wait, why is his name Nathan? Isn't he Scar?” she thought.

“This is Nathan, my youngest son, Oscar my eldest is your fiance,” Vicente said and for some reason Camilla was a little bit sad, no wonder he looked calm and not as brutal as the rumours claimed.

She slowly nodded her head as they walked towards the dining area. Camilla hoped that she had the strength to stay sane throughout the dinner,”