Chapter 9 We are a fraud

I grabbed the pen and immediately signed the damn contract; at this point, it's useless to make things difficult for myself.

"Okay, it's signed. Now, can you tell me what comes next?" I slid the document and pen to his side. "I expect a copy of this document, as I don't want to deal with a fraudster or someone who wants to harm me."

"What?" He opens his eyes wide. "That must be a joke. I would never hurt you or deceive you. Remember, this is a business deal, and you can't tell anyone about it except for my secretary, who recommended you."

"My intentions are not to offend you. I just want to be straightforward."

"Yes, that's direct. I don't know what indirect is," he babbles.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing," he shakes his head. "The next step is that I'll give you this card, so you can send me messages. You'll receive information about everything we'll do from now on."

"Perfect. If you need another meeting, please schedule it after work, as I doubt they'll give me permission to leave again after today," I lied. My permission wasn't sincere; everything was a lie.

"No, I'm sorry to tell you that you have to quit. You can't continue working since you'll be the wife of one of the most prominent businessmen in the country."

What is this man talking about?

He's asking me to quit, and how is he an important man?

God, what a mess I've gotten myself into. It's better if he takes me away now. I'm going to die trying!

No, karma is already paying me back. I haven't even started, and it's already torturing me.

I signed it, God, what did I do?

"I can't quit. That's my livelihood and that of my..." I paused before talking about my life because he didn't care. "The deal is that I marry you, but not that I quit."

"You have to do it. You can't keep working because that would give me a bad image. You understand what I'm saying? My life and everything I've worked for is at stake!"

Although the man is right, I don't agree with what he's asking me. So what am I going to do?

"I can't. I send monthly payments to my parents, and..."

"I told you I'll give you an advance, and you'll always have a card. I want you to stop worrying about money."

This man has a way of talking about money as if it grows on trees.

"I think this isn't for me." Fear takes over me.

"Let's make a deal. I'll give you the money plus your monthly payment, so you won't have to worry about anything except acting like a loving fiance and wife."

I want to scream and tell him I don't agree, but a blessed voice tells me that it's not his fault that he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and if it's not me, another woman will take the money he's offering me.

I bite my tongue, and to avoid regretting what I'm doing, the images of my parents come to me, even though the pain in my feet increases.

"I don't think I'll be able to walk, these shoes tore off a piece of flesh from my foot," I said.

"I accept, and now that I have signed, I will leave," I got up from the chair, ready to endure the pain of these heels.

"Yes, but this time my driver will take you and at night we will go out because we have to talk a little about each other's preferences, we need to get to know each other."

"I can go on my own."

"From now on, I will not allow you to take a taxi or walk to your apartment. You are already my fiancée and soon to be my wife, we cannot let others think what is not true."

When did I become a princess? From Cinderella, I became a princess, knowing that all of this is temporary.

I want to go back on my actions, not everything is greed, I am doing all of this because I have no money left and soon I will be on the street.

I have no choice but to say yes, this is the first step, considering that I am still afraid. I accept the conditions, although everything is a lie.

"You can ask Lucero for my number, and before you want to have a meeting, you must let me know."

"Tomorrow you can quit immediately, don't wait for the fifteen days. I want you to have nothing to do with that job tomorrow."

Hey, does this man ever get tired of giving orders? I admit that he looks handsome when his brow furrows or when he smiles showing those white, perfect teeth, but that doesn't give him the right to give me a countless number of orders.

For the money I need, I will lose several things in my life, is that fair? Why doesn't he lose anything?

"It is clear to me that I am willing to do whatever it takes for this lie to work since I signed that document."

"This will be the last time I tell you what the contract means. I don't like giving orders, I know I overstep, but it's because of the nerves that we will be discovered, as this is called fraud."

"Thank you for the water and for offering me snacks, but the truth is I'm not hungry," I lied. Today, I haven't eaten anything, and my stomach is growling, reminding me to feed it.

"You're bad at lying, why are you blushing?"

Nooo... He caught me, but how embarrassing.

"I'm not lying. Maybe my face is like this because... Ufff, it's very hot, and it's best if I leave. I recommend you buy some fans," I start fanning myself with my hands like crazy, although I'm lying, I have a small hope that he will believe it.

This is embarrassing, it's not that I'm the first person who wants to devour everything within reach, but to be noticed from the first moment as the girl who's... starving. No!