My Contract Marriage With The Rude CEO

Chapter 4

Anna’s POV

The past 24 hours has been crazy and I didn’t know what word to describe all of it.

First, I needed emergency money to pay for mom’s chemotherapy and then suddenly I get an offer to help sort out the bill.

Just while, that’s going on, I get yet another offer to act as a fiancée for 3 months and get paid $2 million dollars.

But were this a good signs of something good?

Was I attracting positive energy from every angle this time around?

“Was this the beginning of my turning point in life,” I wondered as I hold the contract in my hand.

“You have to make this happen now Anna, okay? This is the best solution to handle this.. You can do this…” I say to myself as I remember how rude that man had been over the phone.

After he left the note with me earlier, I remember how shocked I was reading those words wondering why anyone would want to hire a fiancée and then pay such huge amount of money.

Bella had also screamed out when she saw the note as she peeked in from behind me.

Then, almost immediately, she asked how wealthy the man could be to want to give out such amount of money for such a simple task.

It was in that minute she recalled that his face did look familiar and so, she googled a name immediately.

“Ryan De Silva!!! The mysteriously handsome and top most sought after bachelor!!” she had screamed out as she showed me her phone to see his picture.

To sum it all up, we were both left in shock because this person we were talking about was the powerful and attractive CEO of the De Silva Empire!!!

Number 1 on Forbes List and top business man in the country as his empire stretched even beyond the country, to say only but the least.

Although, I wasn’t one to follow up with these celebrities, there wasn’t anyone who didn’t know of the Da Silva Empire.

Up till now, I was trying to come to terms with the fact that a lowly girl like me just spoke to and got an offer from “that caliber of person”.

Still, asides from his great looks which got me embarrassing myself and gets me paled whenever I remember I had reacted, I just found out that he was explicitly rude.

Dropping off that kind of note with me and now he even ended up the call on me just like that, as though this was just a light matter that didn’t need any consideration at all.

But then now, more than the questions: Why would he pick me to act as his fiancée?

Why would he need a fake fiancée?

What was he doing in our little café?

I felt more relaxed and elated at what he had said. According to him, I was going to get half p*****t of $1 million so, this way I could see I could pay of that old man and still get enough money left.

To me, this offer of being a fake fiancée for just 3 months was way better than spending 2 years tied down with a man who probably wasn’t aware of a contract marriage plan.

What’s even worse, was when I read the contract and I read a line that stated that I was supposed to give him an heir during the course of that period….

Though the truth was that, if this new “fiancée” proposal hadn’t popped up till now, then maybe I wouldn’t have any choice but to sign the old man’s contract since I was obviously now indebted to him.

This was a price I believed I could pay just for my mom to be okay and make our future better….

But now luckily, I had a better plan which was to get tomorrow over with, get the $1 million and pay back the man since I haven’t signed the contract yet.

So, I went to bed happily as it seems my world was getting better.

Now, here I am the next morning not in my bed in my pajamas or at work but instead in a salon getting prepped up to meet Mr Ryan for our first date.

From my hair down to my toe after also getting a spa massage, I felt so refreshed with the VIP treatment that I had received from this luxury salon which I would never have dreamt of visiting.

So now, it was time for me to see the final reveal as the staff kept praising the works of their hand while I was walked to a full length mirror.

…. and here I was shocked at the girl I see staring back at me.

My auburn hair was down in a lustrous volume, very bouncy and shiny as it framed my face which had very neat make up on it. The makeup was stunning yet subtle. I was putting on red fitted backless knee-length dress which brought out every inch of my curve. I also had a luxury Chanel bag in my hand and shoe on as well as stunning jewelry pieces on my neck, wrist and ear.

I could almost cry in joy at how beautiful I looked, if only this was for a right cause but instead this was for business.

I thanked the staffs and I was out as the driver takes us straight to the location Mr. Ryan was.

According to the man, who was escorting me to him, who I found out to be his PA Josh who I saw with him yesterday, we were going to be having a lunch date and then he was going to be proposing to me here and then later on the evening, he would be introducing me to his family.

Once the car comes to a stop in front of a really fancy French restaurant obviously for only the elites, I see that Mr. Ryan was already standing in front of the door waiting as a gentleman to open the door for me.

“Good luck,” Josh says as Mr Ryan opens the door and helps me out.

Now, here we are walking into this fancy restaurant to take our seats as all the while I have my hand sling in his arm and then finally he brings out the chair to help me sit.

“Let’s make this quick enough. I hope you don’t flop this,” he says coldly though with a smile as he leans down looking like he was giving me a peck.

Ryan was dressed in a perfectly tailored shirt, as he stood tall with neatly styled hair, an air of confidence that was impossible to miss and his voice that commanded attention.

Then there were those eyes, deep and mesmerizing whenever I looked at them. It seemed as though they were always shifting between blue and green like the tides of the ocean…

Soon enough after we were done with the dishes served (delicious as expected by the way), Mr Ryan who acted like a gentlemen all this while gets down on his knees and proposes with the most beautiful ring I had ever seen.

… and just like that I said YES and he slids the ring into my finger.

Then the kiss…..

One I never remembered was going to happen but now something I was expecting but then never happened.

Because just as soon as the camera started snipping everywhere getting each angle and clapping ensued from the background, I just found out that he made it look like he had kissed me, when he actually didn’t.

Now, here we are in this very big mansion walking to meet his family and as always I act like a zombie all the while up till now as I kept hitting myself for how I had closed my eyes waiting for a kiss that never came.

I was even more embarrassed than that day at the café…

“Stop staring and say hello to my granpa,” I suddenly whispered into my ears softly and I was jolted back to reality.

But instead, I open my eyes wider in shock like a deer hit by a traffic light.

How is this possible??

I look between the both of them confused, just to confirm. But sadly, I could see the similarities now ..…

“I see you have met my grandson already. That’s perfect!!” he said with a smile.

THE OLD MAN WAS HIS GRANPA!!!