Contract marriage: The Billionaire And I

Chapter 1

"Ahh..." Being able to breathe the beautiful air of London again is a fantastic feeling, particularly when you're brought back to exact Revenge.

"Mum, come on, move..." I glanced down to see my five-year-old daughter glaring at me in despair as she tugged at the hem of my gown. Her lips were pouting in exasperation, and her brows were wrinkled in the most beautiful manner imaginable. As I stepped off the plane, I gave her a grin and embraced her.

She tried to escape my grasp and then stated, "I'm not a baby anymore, I can walk, and I didn't ask you to carry me." In general, Aria has a lot of stubbornness. I had to give up and let her fall to the ground because the pressing had become so bad. "What's it with you, missy?" Putting my hands on my hips, I asked her. In response, she tuurns her head away from me, folds her arms, and puffs up.

Whoa! "He–hey...you forgot m–me..." Aria's twin brother was attempting to move our two baggage boxes, which were around three times his size, when I glanced up back at the plane's entryway. I gasped and started running toward him. It's amazing that I almost forgot about the less sassy one. He cried out, "No no Mum, I can do it..." as I pulled the luggage away from him. His brows lifted in a determined grimace, he tried all he could to pull them over the plane's entrance.

I just stood there and saw him display his childish perseverance. Despite my occasional curses, I thank the father for giving me these little brats. For the last five years, and because of them, they have been motivating me to never give up. I... The scratchy voice of an elderly guy says, "Move him out of the way, woman!" I begin to awaken.

Archie is quickly hoisted into my arms, out of the path of the twenty or so people waiting in line inside the plane. When Archie responded, "But mum, I already had it covered," as we were bringing the boxes down the aircraft, I just set him down next his sister and added, "Sure you did, son." Fortunately, we have made it to London. Where to stay is the next thing on our list.

I know it is ridiculous that I left New York for London without arranging where my children would live in the future. I guess that was all part of the plan, however. My buddy Lily, who lives in New York, told me about this young guy who is looking for a wife to marry him soon. His parents had been bothering him about it for a long time, so he was anxious for a marriage now to get them off his back.

I realize it seems absurd, but However, if we get married, I'm expected to meet with this guy and sign a contract that will be advantageous to both of us. I came back from New York to get even with my ex-boyfriend and younger sister for their five-year treachery. After all of my late mother's possessions, including her business, were seized from me, I had no choice but to depart since they still had more rage to inflict on me.

I subsequently found out, however, that I was carrying twins, and the most heartbreaking thing is that I don't know who their father is. I'm not to fault; Things had taken a drastic turn, and I had a one-night encounter with this lovely stranger. I was devastated and wanted a little drink to get my mind straight. To be honest, I hadn't expected to get pregnant; it was simply meant to be a happy one-night event.

However, my womb decided to fertilize it with its own sperm. Five years later, my ex and his new partner were growing wealthy every day because of my efforts, while I was still struggling with my twins in New York City. I was aware that the Williams Group of Companies was founded on my labor, but I just couldn't remain behind and continue to hear about their incredible achievements. "Mum, why are we standing here?"

Aria's little voice jolted me out of my daydream, and when I glanced down, I saw her staring at me for the third time today. Then I looked at Archie, who was just standing there watching the various individuals that were going by. I wonder why, rather than being snarky like him, she couldn't simply behave more like her age and be courteous. "Mum?" she shouted out to me once again. She was correct; why are we still standing here?

Yes, I am waiting for my future husband. Other individuals were seated there, perhaps waiting to be selected, as I glanced about. "Come on kids, let's go wait over there" I grabbed Archie's wrist and the handles of the luggage boxes and made my way to the seats, Aria following me. She refused to let me hold her, so I didn't bother. While we sat there, I dialed Lily's phone. The exact opposite is happening to us,

despite her statement that the guy will be waiting for us at the airport. "Not reachable" Oh no! I had to hold myself back from smashing the phone on the floor in rage. Why is this happening to me now? I'm starting to feel bad about the whole concept of getting even. But what can I do? As I said before, I couldn't let those crooks enjoy the rewards of my effort while my precious young darlings and I lived in poverty and misery.

And getting married is the only way I can stop it-at the very least, to show them that I wasn't a helpless group. "Ringing..." Finally! "Hey babe, are you there yet?" The moment she picked up the phone, Over the speaker, Lily's upbeat voice could be heard. "Yeah, we're here alright, but we don't see Lyon, do you mind clarifying that?" I asked her, not attempting to hide the disdain in my voice.

"Erm...about that..." I hate it when she says that. She never does anything constructive when she talks like this. I groan, "Come on, Lily, not now..." "Lyon's dead, Ava," she blurts out from the other end, and I instantly stop talking. I couldn't understand her voice. "I'm sorry I didn't get you," I said. "You heard me right, Ava. She informed me that Lyon's plane crashed, killing many people, including him, and I began to feel chills.

So one passes away in that manner? He had died by the time he was meant to meet us at the airport. I let out a long sigh, remembering my situation. "What now, Lily, I cannot afford to wait here with my little kids," I said. "I don't know now, It seems it's up to you because you're the only one there," she said with a sigh before, and my eyes widened at once. What? Are you insane for letting me handle this?"

The folks surrounding me looked at me suspiciously as I yelled at her. As if that were consoling, she went on, "I swear to find you another husband tomorrow, so you can unwind and find somewhere to stay with the kids for today." I was rolling my eyes when I saw a guy come in with several other men who I thought were his bodyguards.

I was unable to look away from him; He was so ardent and overbearing in his excitement. I couldn't stop gazing over his whole masculine look.What? "What do you mean she's backing out?" he yells at the person he was speaking to on his phone. He also has a passionate tone of anger. Where do you want me to look for a bride by tomorrow? Tell me.

I thought, "Wait, did I hear correctly?" as he yelled again. "Ava, you there?" In my ear, I heard Lily's voice. It slipped my mind that I was also talking on the phone. "Hey um... I'll call you back" "Wait wh–" I hung up before she could ask me any more questions.

Suddenly an idea struck me, and I stood up to approach the seemingly well-off guy. My hips began to wiggle more unconsciously, and I pondered if it was because he was such a stunning piece of art or because of what I was about to do. "Excuse me, sir,"

I said, and he turned, his brows still furrowed in obvious anger. "Who's she?" Instead of me, he was interrogating one of his bodyguards. But I decide to answer before the latter does. When I responded, "I'm the one willing to get married to you," he narrowed his eyes on me.

Chapter Two

David's Point of View

I have no idea what my dad's problem is. After all, who forced his kid to be married in less than a week? For what reason?

Because of some stupid business growth! I can't say that I hate him, but he's really making it difficult for me not to. I really wish I didn't have someone like him as a father, I'm hoping that this lady I met on this dating site will really show up.

I never really thought about dating apps and websites until Fred came up with the concept. But because my father threatened to fire me from my position as CEO, I think I'm justified.

"Have you called her yet?" My query is answered by Fred, who is seated behind me on the aircraft.

Looking at the other people seated there made me feel nauseous. I had to take an ordinary trip since my dad had seized my private jet.

This is something I haven't done before in my entire life. I should have reserved a first-class ticket because they weren't available until two days later, and I don't have two days.

I was rushing horribly. Everything has been awful for the last several days. "Sir, this jet has no reception."I'll phone her as soon as we touch down.

Fred answered. I exhaled an exasperated breath. It's all so bad. I just stared out the window next to me and watched the fluffy white clouds.

Soon later, the jet touches down at our destination. Fred follows me as my bodyguards unload my little possessions as I speed through the airport.

With his phone pressed to his ear, Fred said, "I'm calling her now, sir." All I could hear was the ringing of a mobile phone while I waited for a response from the other end.

I'm starting to lose patience right now. My father gave me till tomorrow to locate a wife, so you can't hold it against me. Isn't my predicament a sad one?

"Give me that!" When I take the phone away from Fred, he flinches. I pressed the phone to my ear and punched in the number again. Fred will be dealt with later.

On the first ring, it was selected. "Where are you?" I didn't wait to renew pleasantries before asking her a question. "Hey, I'm here. "David Gages?" Oh, huh? The lady I was marrying did not have this voice.

Furthermore, why does her voice seem jittery? "Hello, what's going on?" I ask. This person's frequent stuttering is starting to irritate me. "Well, Rachel instructed me to inform you that...um...she-"

What on earth did she say? I yelled angrily, and whomever was on the other end of the telephone gulped. The individual stumbled, I didn't have time for all that stuttering, I'm about to lose my position as a CEO if I didn't get married. This is a position I have worked so hard to get and retain, so it won't be taken away from me because I didn't have a wife.

"She–she said she's ba–backing...out..." I abruptly stopped moving because I was so shocked by what I had just heard. Was she kidding? All i have to go through in that plane and getting here, I'm hearing a different story. "What?" I asked. "That's what she said,

Sir –" I thrust my words into her before she could finish. "What? Is she retreating, are you saying?

At this point I know that my loud voice may wake up the dead, but I don't care if someone goes by and asks what I'm doing.

"So, by tomorrow, where do you want me to find a wife? Tell me. A wife is not something you go to the market or store to purchase. I'm sure I could smell the lady I was speaking to was scared as I yelled again.

"I–I'm sorry...sir b–but that's all I can...say–" was her last statement before she suddenly hung up. "What the–" she even had the guts to hang up the phone on me after all the arrangements that were made. I look at the phone's screen in disbelief, as if I'm still processing what occurred.

I kept shooting confused glances at Fred. He just looked back at me, not knowing what to say.

I can't believe this is happening, so I run my hand through my black hair, attempting to come up with a way to get a wife before tomorrow.

"Excuse me, sir!" Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind me. I had already turned around before I realized I shouldn't have, so who would be calling me so rudely?

I couldn't help but notice how a young woman's hips swung excessively as she came into view. I made myself gaze up at her, beyond that. But then I turn to face Fred. "Who's she?" The lady answered, rather than asking him.

"I'm the lady interested in getting married to you," she blurts out, and I freeze in place again.

Okay, I am starting to get too many shocking revelations today. "Rachael?" I thought my online fiancé was lying, so I inquired. But judging by her puzzled eyebrows, she wasn't.

"No, I. My name is Ava, Ava -" I don't have time to introduce myself. "Why do you want to get married to me?" I questioned her coldly. Her chest swells as she says, "Be–because...I want to get revenge on my ex". You mean you're confident? That's nice. Unconsciously, my thin lips formed a little grin.

"I see, can we get to it now?" I quickly waved my hand to Fred and asked her, and he quickly understood and began making calls to prepare for the wedding. "What, like now?"

She asked, obviously surprised. "Yeah," I say with a nod. "What about my kids?" she asks, as I lift my head and wrinkle my brows. Does she have kids? She didn't seem like a woman with kids, she was really beautiful even if I won't admit it to myself.

There are a lot of odd ladies in the world nowadays. "Kids?" She gestures to two similar kids and says, "Yes, Aria, Archie, come over here." They both walked over to us. She put her arms over their shoulders and smiled at me.

So far, her introduction of "this is Aria and Archie, their five" has disgusted me.

Is it really my destiny to marry a mother? Can my day be any worse? "Do... do we have a deal?" I'm startled out of my self-pitying trance by her question.

I exhaled deeply, I didn't have a choice. If I refuse to take this opportunity now, I might lose my position as the CEO. nodded my head, and then held out my hand for a handshake. "Sure, deal," I replied.

Chapter Three

Ava's Point of View

He is so self-important! Now that we're in his opulent vehicle, he hasn't responded to any of my legitimate inquiries throughout the journey;

He keeps asking his bodyguard to do it for him instead. Why does he ask his guards to answer my questions when he's simply sitting there? Was it really that hard? "So, what are your parents like?"

Knowing that it was a private question and that his bodyguard may not know the answer, I asked him. The idea of it shocked me and caused a grin to twist my lips.

But to my surprise, David just sits there, looking absently at the screen of his phone as the same bodyguard opens his lips.

Had he heard me at all? "In reality, Mrs. Gage is a nice woman but Mr. Gage is...." Why the bodyguard's voice trailed off before he addressed David's father is a mystery to me.

Maybe he didn't want to say anything in front of David because he was attempting to say something critical. But David completed the sentence for him by stating,

"Just say that he is such a hard man." I arched an eyebrow at him. "How? Is he harsh? I inquired.

Then he sighed deeply and threw his phone aside. He said icily, "Like I said, woman, he is a hard man, that's all you need to know about him," to which I glared.

So simply calm down around him."Impetuous! Aria said, "Mum, I'm hungry" as she and her brother sat on the other side of the vehicle. What annoys me is that Archie and Aria had some snacks at the airport before to our departure.

"Don't worry, baby," I reassured her. I'll grab you a bite to eat shortly." Thankfully, she remained silent. Oh, phew. She has always been the gourmand of the two of them, so maybe she is physically older than her brother.

The driver, flanked by several high-end vehicles, drew slowly into the parking lot as we approached a large, elegant-looking business.

Without a doubt, this business caters to wealthy people. David was able to exit the vehicle once one of the bodyguards exited the vehicle and opened the door on his side.

I was about to open mine, but another bodyguard had already done it for me. I gave him a grin and walked away warily. In order to deliver the twins,

I reached in, too. Rather of waiting for us, David went inside the posh store first. After silently cursing, I followed him.

Out of habit, I couldn't help but take a big breath as we walked inside the store. The inside of the store was as lavish as its facade.

From the magnificent chandeliers that hung above in gold and silver hues to the finely designed stairs that climbed higher. It must have cost thousands of pounds to paint the walls white.

I had to be really cautious with my feet to prevent breaking the gleaming marble floor we walked on, even though I'm sure they were coated with a ton of hardness.

As we passed the rolls of shelves, I would be in awe of the sophisticated and expensive clothing that was organized on the shelves.

I have to admit, this was very incredible. With a big smile, a lady approaching us said, "If it isn't my humble billionaire himself"

while tenderly embracing Alexander. The lady smiled back at me and said, "And hello, beautiful queen," humbling my foot. I smiled back at her and shook her hand.

"Okay, we have no time to waste, right this way," she remarked, flipping her fingers, and turned to go. As we followed her, it occurred to me that David may have warned her we were on our way.

I couldn't stop swooning over the assortment of wedding dresses that were displayed on the rolls of shelves we visited. In my whole life, I had only ever seen these outfits.

and I never thought I would ever have to choose between them since they weren't that close to one another. The lady picked out a wedding gown and hung it in front of me.

"Would you like to try this one?" she said. Really? Is she really interested in asking me now? I could try on every outfit in this shop right now. But we were in a hurry, so of course it was not possible.

After giving her the dress and nodding, I went to the changing room to try it on. I crammed myself into it and then anxiously went out for my soon-to-be husband's assessment.

He looked at me while sitting with his legs crossed. Then he went back to his phone and gave a nonchalant negative shake of his head. Oh no! In reality, who does he think he is? I was given a second outfit to try on.

I returned to the dressing room. David would just shake his head dismissively and say nothing for a few minutes as this went on.

All I did was show off my body in different clothing to try to win his approval, which made me feel like a call girl. I eventually stepped out of the changing room in a different bridal gown for the eighth time.

He glanced up at me, and I think I noticed his eyes widen for a moment. He looks at me a little longer this time, and I get a ray of hope. He sighed deeply and checked his watch before looking up and spoke.

"Sure, that will do" A frown came to my face at what he said. It suggests that he did not really appreciate the material, but rather gave his approval in a hurry.

I stared at my reflection in the dressing room mirror as cosmetics was being done. Never in my life have I been more suited up than I was right now.

Naturally, it would, because it was my wedding day. But I was marrying a guy I'd just met a few hours earlier, with whom I had no romantic or platonic bond, and who saw me as nothing more than a way to get out of his current problems.

However, I was doing the same thing, so we're equal. I had my makeup done and was led out the room. David and my little ones stared at me as soon as I went outside.

"Yay, mum, you look so pretty!" Archie said in his most animated tone to yet. I smiled kindly at him. "Thank you" Aria just sat there with her arms crossed like daggers, glaring at me.

I remembered I hadn't served her the dinner she asked for. "Can we go now?" When David asked, I couldn't help but notice the cynicism in his voice. "Wait, what about my kids?"

I asked him because I couldn't simply leave them here. "They'll have to wait, I can't let my parents know I'm getting married to a mother," he said coldly, and it made my stomach flip. Oh no!

Seeing my sad look, he said, "I give you my word that my bodyguards will take care of them and keep them company."

Aria walked up to me, putting her arm around my knee and looking up at me with her droopy, wide eyes. She implored, "Mum, you can't leave us here," After swallowing, I looked to David for help.

However, the idiot was once again engrossed in his phone. I couldn't understand why someone as handsome as this would have such an annoying character. I placed my hands on each side of Aria's cheeks while kneeling in front of her. "I promise not to take long, Aria, my love. In an attempt to convince her, I said,

"We would have all the time we want together." When she exclaims, "I want McDonald's," my eyes flicker.

She said, "And I also want to go to the park with Archie," This youngster excels at accomplishing her objectives. Behind me,

In a frustrated tone, I heard my fiancé say, "Hey, we have no time for all these come on." "All right, Aria, you can have all the McDonald's you want, just tell those men over there..."

I indicated that they would be guarded by two bodyguards. But you can't go to the park, at least not at this moment. I promise that when I come back, we'll all go together.

I replied, hoping inwardly that she would agree, since she is really hard to convince. For a few seconds, she waited in silence, probably weighing the options.

Finally, she said, "Okay, but promise me you'll be back early so we can all go to the park." "I promise" and "Pinky promise," I claimed.

The transaction started when I used my pinky finger to interlock her small premature own. I kissed her on the forehead and stood up. According to Alexander, "Come on, woman,"

And violently grabbed my wrist, dragging me with him. "Bye mum!" was what Archie said. We said "Bye son" and climbed back into his limousine, and I began to feel nervous about the situation. I'm going to marry.

I am making a lifetime commitment to someone I hardly know, and from the little I know about him he is very annoying and I really haven't thought about how I'm going to cope with my kids as his wife, living in the same house. My hands began to become wet, and my teeth were chattering madly against one other.

Throughout the journey, David didn't talk to me. He didn't even realize I was anxious.

What would happen if this didn't work? What if we set it on fire? Where would I go from here?

From the window, I could already see the church, which was becoming bigger and bigger as we went. It's this.