Chapter 5 He has a lover!

Renée looked at the luxurious house before her. In the morning she walked out of the house so proudly as if she would not come to Killian Morrison's house and now, she was right in front of his door.

"He is already arrogant. He will mock me once he sees me," she murmured. Renée took a step forward and pressed the doorbell. In a few seconds, she was given the entry.

Renée stopped in the living room and saw Killian was already seated on the couch, exuding an aura that was tough to resist. Beside him was standing a man, whom she didn't recognize.

"Have a seat, Miss Findlay," Killian motioned his hand to the sofa chair.

Renée quietly sat down and clasped her hands together before resting them on her lap. "It seems Mr. Morrison was waiting for me," she said.

"Indeed. I knew you would return. With no job in hand, how will you be able to survive?" Killian remarked. It was a tight slap on Renée's face because she was so proud about not needing his help.

"The contract is ready. Please sign it," Killian said as his secretary handed him the clipboard with a paper on it.

Renée took the clipboard from him and started reading the clauses.

1. Renée (Party B) Findlay has to do everything that Killian Morrison (Party A) asks her to do.

2. Party B cannot refuse some physical intimacy to prove their relationship in the public.

3. Party B cannot do anything without consulting Party A.

4. Party B isn't allowed to sleep with Party A unless it's absolutely necessary.

5. Party B has to show respect towards Party A.

6. Party B isn't allowed to fall in love with Party A.

7. After one year, Party B has to leave Party A's side amicably.

Renée chuckled to read those clauses and shot a glance at him. "Doesn't it feel like I'll live as a servant for you?"

"You can say that, Miss Findlay. However, we will be a couple in everyone's eyes," Killian said.

"You need to correct Clause 6... and even Clause 2, 3 and 5," Renée pronounced. "What if you fall in love with me? It should be used when both parties aren't allowed to fall in love with each other. Then, for clause 2, it should be written as unless Party B allows, Party A cannot even get close to her. For clause 3, even you shouldn't be allowed to do anything without consulting me. And this clause 5 is ridiculous. You are the one who loves to disrespect people."

Renée kept her angry gaze at him. She felt like crumpling that paper and throwing it on his face.

"Do you think you are a woman who can ever be loved?" Killian commented.

"What did you say?" Renée's eyes almost widened because he was indeed trampling on her dignity.

"You heard me. You aren't the type of woman I will even bat an eye at. But you are useful to me, so there's nothing wrong in this clause," Killian stated.

Renée clenched her fists tightly, but she didn't say anything. 'I hope you fall for me. Then, I'll slap you in the face by rejecting you,' she thought.

"Since you aren't my type, I will never get close to you. Thus, clause 2 does not need any change. As for clause 3, you are the one who needs my help, not the other way around. Even clause 5 doesn't need to be changed," Killian clarified while keeping himself poised.

'He is a self-centric bastard. I shouldn't even have asked him to change these clauses,' Renée thought in her mind. Taking the pen, she quickly signed at the bottom and returned the clipboard to Killian, who also put the signature beside her.

"Very well, Miss Findlay. You agreed to my terms quite easily. I like it," Killian stated. "We will get married tomorrow. My secretary will share the details with you and he will even drop you to the hotel you'll be living in tonight," he pronounced.

Renée hummed and stood up to leave when a feminine voice reverberated in the room.

"Killian!"

Renée's eyes followed the unfamiliar woman who had just entered the room. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, dressed elegantly in a white one-piece dress that exuded sophistication. Her flawless complexion glowed under the soft lighting, and the sparkle in her eyes spoke of someone accustomed to the luxuries that came with wealth and status. It was clear to Renée that this woman belonged to an affluent family, and something about her presence immediately put Renée on edge.

Her attention shifted as Killian moved toward the woman with a familiarity that surprised Renée. He leaned in, placing a casual kiss on her cheek. "Roseline, I missed you," he said with a certain warmth that caught Renée off guard.

Renée frowned, her confusion deepening. She slowly rose to her feet, unable to ignore the sudden pang of jealousy twisting in her chest. "Are you two brother and sister?" she blurted out, her voice sharp with suspicion.

Roseline's eyes flicked toward Renée, giving her a quick once-over with an unmistakably judgmental gaze. Her lips curled into a faint, dismissive smile as if Renée's presence didn't matter in the slightest. "Who is she, Killian?" Roseline asked, her voice dripping with condescension.

Killian barely glanced in Renée's direction. "No one," he said flatly, his words slicing through Renée's composure.

Roseline raised a brow and gave an almost amused scoff. "Oh," she responded, before turning back to Renée with a smug smile. "I'm Killian's girlfriend, Roseline Hartley," she introduced herself, her tone dripping with self-assuredness as if her place in Killian's life was unquestionable.

Renée's heart sank, and her eyes widened in shock. "What?" she whispered, her voice barely audible as she tried to process what she had just heard.

Killian, however, seemed unbothered by Renée's reaction. Without so much as a second glance, he gestured toward his secretary. "Mark can show you the way out," he said, his voice cool and detached.

Before Renée could even muster a response, Mark was already at her side, ushering her toward the door. She wanted to demand answers from Killian, to ask why he would propose marriage to her when he already had a girlfriend, but the words wouldn't come. She was too stunned, too overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.

As she walked behind Mark, her mind raced. 'So, he has a lover! Then, why is he marrying me?' She could barely keep up with her own thoughts. 'Is he nuts?' she murmured under her breath, trying to make sense of the situation.

The further she got from Killian, the more her confusion gave way to anger. What game was he playing? Why would he offer to help her exact revenge, only to dismiss her like she was nothing? And more importantly, why would he want to marry her when he was already entangled with someone as poised and polished as Roseline?

Renée knew one thing-this wasn't over. Whatever Killian's reasons were, she was going to find out, and she wasn't going to let herself be a pawn in whatever twisted scheme he had planned.