Contract With The Billionaire

The noise of pages turning was the only sound heard in the room until there was a sigh. It was a sign of tiredness that had left his lips, unable to take in the situation.

"So, there is no other way to get the property?" he asked, looking at the lawyer with a cold expression.

The lawyer smiled nervously, glancing at the person sitting beside the cold man. "No," he replied meekly, not wanting to upset him because he was very well capable of destroying him.

"Read that clause again," he ordered, leaning back in his chair and staring at him intensely.

The lawyer fumbled through the pages before getting to that clause and reading it out loudly. "Transfer my entire property, which includes mansions, farmhouses, my companies, 50% of the money in my international account to Alexander Ian and the remaining 50% to the less privileged, but only after it is made sure that he has a son or daughter of his own," the lawyer read out.

"If at all he remains single, all of my property must be transferred to the orphanage home." He completed reading the clause, and glanced at the man in front of him.

Alexander stated, "From what I have understood from this clause, he nowhere has mentioned that I should get married or have a wife or get settled. So that means he only wished for me to have an heir to the family. Am I right?" The lawyer's eyes widened at how he had interpreted the situation.

This man was surely crude and evil.

"But he has mentioned that if you remain single, then you won't get anything. So doesn't that mean-" the lawyer said, but stopped, knowing there was no need to finish the sentence.

"I won't obviously be single after I have a son or a daughter. That does not mean I have to get into any relationship or, worse, get married, right?" he raised his eyebrow, daring the lawyer to defy him.

Alex surely knew how to twist the situation to his favour. His friend beside him shook his head and sighed, knowing how stubborn he was.

"I'll surely have an heir to this empire, and once that is fulfilled, you will do the needful." he pointed at the papers, his eyes on the lawyer who nodded, gulping the saliva stuck in his throat.

Once the lawyer scurried out of the room, Alex smirked, relaxing on his chair. His grandfather was smart, but he was smarter because he was his grandson.

"Alexander, are you sure this is all going to turn out beneficial for you? I mean, do you think you'll be able to find such a woman who will agree to give you a baby and want nothing in return?" his friend asked, and Alex smirked yet again.

"Mark, I know you are concerned for me, and I appreciate that, but there is no one in this world who would want nothing in return. They will surely want something, maybe money or something else, and as long as she is willing to give me what I want, I will give her whatever she wants in return," he concluded, playing with the cube in his hand.

"Alright, but I even doubt you will find such a woman who will, firstly, agree to such a thing, and even if she does, then do you think a mother can give away her own child?" Mark pointed out the obvious, and Alex's eyes darted towards him.

"She will have to, and that is why there will be a written contract which she will be signing so that later on in the future, I won't have to deal with such nauseating dramas." He rolled his eyes, and Mark carefully watched his friend, who seemed determined to do what he wanted to.

He shrugged in defeat, having nothing to say anymore as it was of absolutely no use. Alex was going to have his ways and would never stop for anyone, and that is who Alexander Ian was.

After Mark left, he also had a company to run, Alex called in his secretary the next instant.

"Yes, sir?" His secretary stood in front of him after being allowed to enter inside.

Alex said nothing for a few minutes, which made the secretary uncomfortable. This was him. He had this aura to make people uneasy with just his silence, and his steely eyes would make their skin crawl.

"I want you to make a contract, the details of which will be dictated to you later. But right now, find a list of girls ready to marry me. And I want it quick." He clicked his fingers, and the next second, his secretary was out of his office with hurried steps.

Twenty minutes later, he was back in his cabin with the list, and he had to say he was impressed because the list was about ten pages long.

"Start calling them tomorrow. I will meet the suitable ones, and the rest, the next day, that is, if I don't find the suitable one. Now, the contract. Write it down now and make it fast because I won't repeat myself. Also, the typed version of this should be on my desk at the end of the day."

The poor guy fumbled with his notepad and pen because Alexander Ian had already started dictating. Half an hour later, he was done, and as he glanced at George, his secretary, he found him grinning at the notepad.

"If I find a single error in the typed document, needless to say, keep your belongings packed already because the termination letter will be on your desk." At his remark, George's face paled, and he gulped.

"There won't be a single mistake, sir." He tried to be confident but failed, and before he could say more, Alex was already dismissing him with a wave.

For the second time, George almost sprinted out of there as if saving his life from a monster. It was true; he was a monster to his employees and a devil to the entire world. The only one who could see him as a human was Mark, his best friend.

Four hours later, the contract was on Alex's desk, and a nervous-looking George stood before him. Alex glanced at him and then picked up the contract. George wanted to run away at that very moment. Although he had checked and rechecked the contract almost ten times, he was still apprehensive.

"Did you recheck it?" Alex asked.

"Yes, sir, ten times." George kept his mouth shut after that, not wanting to say anything stupid.

"Good. You can leave." Just four words, and George felt all the tension leaving his body. He had never felt this relaxed in his entire life. And somewhere, a little part of him was beaming at the praise.

He moved out and typed a reminder on his phone about calling about twenty girls tomorrow for the interview to be his boss's wife. He already prayed for the one who would be the 'lucky girl.'

CHAPTER TWO

As the next participant was walking into his office, his workers began to talk and murmur among themselves. That would obviously be called gossiping.

There were whispers, snickers, and giggles in the office, causing the employees to glance at the girls with pure frustration.

It was total and utter chaos. Why would the boss even want to marry any of these brats?

All they did was check their makeup from time to time, eye each other with disgust, push up their breasts, and smirk at one another. It was extremely annoying. But as time passed, every single one of them stormed out of his office with a scowl plastered on their faces.

On one hand, George and all the other staff members were relieved that none of them would be 'the wife,' but it also confused them as to why none of them cried on being rejected and instead left with angry faces.

George called the last one, and she confidently walked inside, but not before giving him a smug look as if she was sure that she was the one.

He just shook his head, hiding his smile at her stupidity.

The woman entered his office and straight away walked towards his desk.

Alex was watching her every move and was very well aware of the seductive smile she was giving him, along with the extra sway to her hips.

He gestured for her to sit with his pen, and she purposely sat down, bending a little too much, revealing her cleavage.

He sat there unaffected, caring less about her advances.

"Miss Beatrice, let me clear up one thing which you are expecting," he started, and she listened carefully, her eyes fixed on him.

"I have not called you here for any marriage proposal. So if you want to leave now, you can find your way out," he declared, and her face fell. This was not what she was expecting at all.

"No, it's okay. If you don't want to marry, we can still have fun," she smiled coyly, and leaned on the desk yet again, giving a view of her cleavage.

"I only need a child from you, and in return, I'll be giving you anything you want," he said, and her smile dropped as she gave him a blank look.

"Child? As in you impregnating me and then that's it? You get the baby, and where do I go? What should I do?" she asked, sitting back, and he looked at her curiously.

She wasn't the type to get into such a contract, but the way she was questioning him back without lashing out was something different.

"As I said, you will be getting as much money as you want in return. But after that, I won't want you anywhere near me or my child," he looked into her eyes, and she did the same, not backing down.

"What if I say I want a part of your property?" she asked, smirking, and he chuckled darkly, which definitely made her skin crawl.

"Then you can kiss goodbye to everything you have in your life. You won't have a house to stay in when you go back and most definitely not a penny in your account. I can do more if you want to try," his tone was icy cold, and she felt every inch of her body shiver.

She gulped, and he could very well see the fear swimming in her eyes.

"Leave," he ordered, not looking away, and she almost fell from her seat as she tried to get up.

After she scurried off from his office, he sighed and leaned back. He didn't know how, but he was going to find a suitable woman who would agree to this contract.

The next few days passed with the same kind of results. Not even a single woman matched his expectations, and now he was slightly frustrated.

He had come to know that he wouldn't find such a woman so easily, and even if there is, only her weakness will make her agree to this contract.

So now he would personally set out to find her.

With this determination, he got up, buttoned his blazer, and moved out of his office.

As soon as he stepped out, every employee stood up, some in fear, some in respect, while George was bound to follow him.

"Sir, now that all the candidates have been rejected, do you want me to find some more?" George asked, taking hurried steps to follow him.

"That's not needed. I'll find her on my own," Alex replied firmly. For a moment, George stopped but then ran to catch up with him.

Just as they reached outside the building, the driver was already waiting with the car in front of the entrance.

He immediately walked towards it and opened the door for the owner to settle in. Alex sat inside, and the driver closed the door, running to sit in the driver's seat.

As the car started, Alex motioned the driver to stop and rolled down the window, looking at George.

"I don't want this news to spread that I'm looking for a woman for my personal benefits, and if it does, then it's over for you," he warned, with a stern look, before asking the driver to start driving again, leaving George flabbergasted.

Now, George was supposed to contact all those women back and practically threaten them in such a way that they wouldn't let this news pass on to anyone. God bless him.

Alex got a call from Mark when he was on his way to a meeting. He picked it up on the third ring and looked out of the window.

"What is it?" he asked without any informal greetings, and heard a sigh from the other end.

"When will I get to hear a 'hi' from your side? This is a question for another time, but right now I have called to ask if you have found 'the one'?" Mark inquired, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Rolling his eyes, Alex opened the button of his blazer and relaxed more into the seat. "Not yet. But I will soon," his reply was short and simple, and he liked it that way.

"Alex, why don't you just agree to marriage and then have a kid? It'll be much easier for you," Mark suggested, really wanting him to see sense in what he was saying.

"I don't believe in relationships, and you know that. Even if I marry someone, I can assure you that there will be no scope in that marriage. So, now you tell me, are you done with your precious lecture of distributing knowledge?" he asked in a bored tone, and heard a curse from the other end before the line went dead.

He pocketed his phone and looked out only to find that his car was now stuck in traffic.

He roamed his eyes around and at a distance saw a woman arguing with some buff-looking men.

He looked on with interest, and although he wasn't one to get involved in such things, today it was different. The woman was tiny but looked like a fierce warrior, not ready to back down.

Behind her, there were children who looked on with fear or anger on their faces.

It was then his eyes fell on the small house behind them and the board upon it which read "Charity."

It didn't take him a second to realise that it was an orphanage.

Before he could see more, the traffic cleared and his car started moving, but then he asked his driver to park it on the side and got down, walking towards where the quarrel was taking place.

"If you so much as try to even harm my home, then I swear I won't spare any of you," the petite woman spat with venom while the goons laughed at her attempt.

"You can't even harm a fly if you want to. Enough of this drama, either you empty this orphanage on your own, or we won't care if anyone is inside before demolishing this house," they warned and left while the woman sighed defeatedly.

A small boy walked up to her and held her hand, to which she bent down to his level and hugged him.

Alex observed everything patiently, and then he knew what he had to do. Looks like he finally found what he wanted.

Mia entered the lavish building and looked at the interiors nervously. She had never been to such a high-maintenance place and had no idea why she had landed here, having merely received a message that the owner of this company could help save her orphanage. She had been desperate to save her home, her children's home, and if this was the last hope, then she was ready. She would do anything to save her orphanage.

Walking inside, she searched for the reception, and once she found it, she directly went up to the receptionist and asked for the boss's office.

"Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked arrogantly, her tone dripping with condescension. Mia fumbled for an answer.

She surely didn't have an appointment, and what would she say? She got a message saying that the owner of this company would help her get back her orphanage? Or that she had no idea who this company's owner was?

"I-" Before she could answer, George arrived and looked at the receptionist, who now plastered a sweet smile on her face.

"Mia, right?" George asked, ignoring the receptionist's flirty looks. Mia just nodded, being tongue-tied.

"That text was sent by me. Mr. Ian is waiting for you. I'll take you there," he said politely, and she gave him a grateful smile.

As they reached outside his cabin, he knocked, and a 'come in' was heard from the other side. George smiled and gestured for her to step inside. She smiled nervously at him, and after thanking him, she stepped inside.

She gasped when she saw his office because, honestly, it was too dreamy for her. But she shouldn't focus on all this now. Shaking her head, she looked at the man who was now observing her intently. It made her uncomfortable, but she could not do anything about it.

"You can sit," he said, his voice steady, and she obliged, looking anywhere but at him. She wasn't scared of him but intimidated, definitely. He had this aura around him that made it impossible for her to get comfortable.

"So, Ms. Mia, you know that you are here because you want to save your orphanage, and I'm ready to help you," he started in his business-like tone. She looked at him with a serious expression.

"Just make one call and your orphanage will be saved," he declared confidently, but she didn't jump in happiness like he had expected. Instead, she just stared at him.

"But why? Why are you helping me? What do you want in return?" she asked, her voice steady but laced with suspicion. He was certainly impressed because she looked all naive and innocent, but she was smart.

"I don't like beating around the bush, so I'll come straight to the point. I want a child from you without marriage," he announced, gauging her expressions which gave away nothing.

"So, you want to get me pregnant and then give away my child to you?" she asked after two minutes, her gaze not wavering a bit as he leaned forward.

"My child," he corrected before continuing. "I want an heir for my company, but I don't believe in marriage, so this arrangement," he explained while she calculated something in her mind.

"But what about me?" she finally asked the question that had been bugging her.

He raised one eyebrow, as if asking what about her.

"You get your child, and I leave, but then what about my reputation, my character which will be questioned once I leave your premises? Needless to say, it will be the end of me," she said calmly, but there was a fire in her eyes accusing him of such a vile thing.

"That can be a problem, but I assure you that if you agree to this, not even a word about you will be out in the open. That is my lookout, and I will handle any media that will meddle in my life," he responded, his words strong and stern like him. But she was still sceptical.

"You can take your time, but remember Mr. Manson will not wait to demolish your place," he reminded her, and her eyes snapped at him in helplessness.

For fifteen minutes, they sat there, him staring at her, trying to read her answer while she could feel her heart sinking with every passing second. It was such a big step, and she didn't even have time to think about it.

"I'm ready," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

With those words, she sold herself to the devil just for her kids.

Just as soon as she agreed, George was called in with the contract in his hand. He placed it on the desk and glanced at Mia.

Mia knew that this man wouldn't just take her words as a guarantee; he would need it in writing. She observed everything quietly as he picked up the contract and placed it in front of her.

"Read this and sign it," he ordered, and she felt like glaring at him but controlled her anger and picked up the papers.

While she thoroughly went through that document, Alex leaned back leisurely and it was now that he noticed her attire: a simple white dress with a flower design on it. She definitely had no makeup on because it was clearly visible to him. No jewellery, hair left open, and a pair of chappals. Most certainly, she was wife material, but too bad he wasn't interested.

"What is this clause, Mr. Ian?" The anger was clear in her voice, and as he looked in her eyes, he was right. The fire was definitely present.

"Why can't I meet my child whenever I want to? That's totally ridiculous," she fumed, and he remained calm.

"As I said, I don't want any marriage, and so you will, nowhere, be associated with me or my child after you hand him/her over to me. I know a child needs the mother the most, but that won't be a problem because I will be arranging a nanny for the same," he said nonchalantly, and she curled up her fists.

The nerve of this man. First, he denies her from meeting her own child, and now he's talking as if it's a thing they are trading.

"I do not agree unless this allows me to meet my child any time I want, without any restrictions. Only then will I sign this contract," she demanded, and he narrowed his eyes at her dangerously.

"You do not have the right to demand anything from me. These are my rules, and you have to abide by them, or you can kiss goodbye to your orphanage," he threatened, and she gritted her teeth.

Sure, she was desperate at the moment, but that didn't mean she was weak. He couldn't, and she would never allow him to walk all over her.

"Fine then! You can keep your contract and find some other woman to abide by your rules. I will handle my problem very well," she snapped, standing up with a jerk and turning around to leave.

He was taken aback by her audacity to refuse him even after his threat.

But he couldn't let her leave because he knew that he wouldn't find another woman like her who would agree to this. He hated to bend down in front of anyone, but this tiny woman forced him to, for the first time.

"Wait!" he said, and she stopped in her tracks but didn't turn around.

"I will remove that clause," he announced, and she turned around to look at him. Although he looked normal, she could see the dangerous glint in his eyes.

"But you won't be allowed to meet my child in the absence of my presence," he added, and she wished she could walk up to him and punch him straight in his jaw.

"What am I, a kidnapper who will abduct the child in your absence?" she gritted out, and he shrugged in response.

She sighed heavily and went back to the desk. Before picking up a pen, she eyed him suspiciously because there was still something being missed out.

"You will be staying with me until you deliver the baby," he voiced out the unspoken, and she closed her eyes tightly.

He was really testing her patience, but she knew he was right. How could she stay at 'Charity' when she was pregnant?

Without another word, she signed the document, and a satisfying smirk formed on his face. Finally, he would get what he really wanted.