Chapter 3 Becoming Killian Morrison's Wife

The morning sun rays slipped through the gaps between the curtains and fell on Renée's calm face. Her eyes moved and her hand instinctively rested above them. Her sleep was already disturbed and she could feel the throbbing headache already.

Finally, Renée sat up, her head rested on the headboard as she pressed her fingers on her forehead to relieve some pain. Opening her eyes gradually, Renée was shocked to find herself in a room of which she was unaware of.

"Where am I?" Renée murmured and swung her legs down the bed after pushing away the duvet. She stood up while still holding her head. Renée recalled the events from the last night, but could only recall drinking in solitude.

"Why can't I recall after that?" Renée panicked, wondering if someone kidnapped her. Frantically, she ran out of the room and straight down the stairs in the living hall.

Her feet abruptly came to a halt when her eyes fell upon the same stranger she had met last night. Renée then recalled what exactly happened. She told this man how she was being cheated by her boyfriend. No, the Ex-boyfriend and best friend.

"Ahh, I," Renée stuttered, unable to form the words.

"Please have a seat," the man said, pointing to the sofa chair next to him. He placed the tablet on the table and waited for Renée to take the seat.

Renée was hesitant at first, and finally settled on the sofa. She clasped her fingers together and kept her head low. "Thank you for bringing me here last night," she expressed her gratitude and again gazed at him.

"I am Killian Morrison," the man finally introduced himself as he leisurely rested his back on the sofa. "I usually don't help people unless they are useful to me, Miss Findlay," he pronounced coldly.

Renée's eyes grew large, pondering why he knew her name. And what did he mean by he only helped those who were useful to him?

"How do you know my name, Mister Morrison?" asked Renée while rubbing her hands in nervousness.

"It was not tough for me to find out," Killian replied.

Renée realized that the man before her wasn't some ordinary man. By looking around the house, she could tell Killian was some kind of millionaire or perhaps a billionaire.

'Rich people are the worst,' Renée thought in her mind. They would find their benefits in everything.

"I think I should take my leave," Renée kept her tone as polite as she could. "Thank you for helping me last night. I hope I have not troubled you much," she said, giving a tiny smile to him. As she stood up from her place, Killian spoke up.

"Kindly sit, Miss Findlay. I am not done yet." He sounded authoritative, causing Renée to sit down immediately.

'What does he want now? Money?' Renée thought to herself.

"What more does Mister Morrison want to talk about?" Renée asked with a slight hesitation in her tone.

"I want you to become my wife," Killian pronounced.

"What?" Renée exclaimed in shock. She must have heard him wrong. "I'm sorry? You must be joking," she still refused to believe her ears.

"Do I look like joking to you?" Killian's calm face suddenly stormed with strictness. It felt like he was scolding Renée.

"I think you have lost your mind," Renée said with a chuckle. She decided to leave as soon as she could from that place.

"Watch your words before speaking with me, Miss Findlay," Killian warned her. "Last night anything could have happened to you because of the state you were in. Grabbing a stranger's sleeve and asking for his help isn't something welcomed by every man there," he asserted.

"Absolutely right, Mister Morrison. However, asking a woman to marry you is something that can anger anyone easily," Renée stated.

"Do you even know who I am?" Killian arched his eyebrows.

"Why do I have to know you?" Renée questioned. She rolled her eyes because this man was giving her more headache.

Killian gritted his teeth. He had never encountered such a person before who would dare to speak in such a tone with him. But then, what could he even expect from people like Renée?

"What are you staring at?" Renée broke the silence, causing him to look at her.

"I know that drunkard people usually forget the things they blabber," Killian commented.

"Did you call me a drunkard?" Renée's eyes widened in anger.

"Well, you were last night. Also, be respectful when you talk to me," Killian stated.

"Respect is earned, not demanded. And arrogant people like you don't even need any kind of respect," Renée declared and rose to her feet once again. "I am leaving. Thank you for helping me last night," she stated and turned to leave.

As she took a few steps forward, Killian's warm hand grasped her wrist and the next second, she found herself back to the sofa chair. Killian's both hands rested on the hand rests while his face was dangerously close to her.

The distance was so tiny that Renée could feel his hot breath against her lips.

"In front of me, such an attitude doesn't work. Do you get it?" Killian asked her.

Renée nodded absentmindedly at Killian, only to realize what she had done moments later, causing her to quickly shake her head in defiance. Killian sighed, his patience thinning as he watched her. He couldn't understand this woman-her demeanor, her resistance. It infuriated him how she constantly underestimated his presence and authority.

"Even if you didn't grasp everything I said, let this be clear," Killian's voice cut through the tension, his tone sharp and commanding. "Do not ever show me that attitude again. I hate it," he pronounced with icy calm, his eyes narrowing as they fixed on her.

Renée swallowed hard, a wave of uncertainty washing over her. She didn't know what kind of man stood before her, but the intensity in his words left no room for doubt about his power. Still, she chose to keep quiet, holding back the questions brewing in her mind.

Killian's gaze remained locked on her, unyielding. "You want revenge," he continued, his voice dropping lower but no less firm. "Because your ex-boyfriend and your longtime best friend betrayed you, cheated on you. That's what you told me." He paused, studying her reaction before pressing on. "You said you needed help, and I am offering that help."

Renée blinked, trying to steady her racing thoughts under the weight of his intense stare. He wasn't just stating facts; he was presenting a solution, and she wasn't sure she was ready for what was coming next. She raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance as she asked, "And how exactly would you help me get that revenge?"

Killian's lips curved into a small, almost sinister smile. Without hesitation, he replied, "By becoming Killian Morrison's wife."

Renée's breath caught in her throat as she watched him straighten up, his full height towering over her, his presence overwhelming. The words hung in the air, their weight sinking in slowly. Wife? She couldn't have anticipated this, and now, faced with such a bold declaration, she felt both stunned and intrigued.

The idea of aligning herself with a man as powerful and enigmatic as Killian terrified her, but at the same time, a dangerous part of her considered the possibility. Could this be the ultimate way to claim the revenge she so desperately sought?