Contracted as the billionaire's unwanted wife

I looked at the contract in front of me thinking about what I was about to sign, to any other person this would have been normal but this was me, I wasn't that type of girl, and this wasn't something I would do, but I didn't have a choice, this was the only way out.

I was holding a contract that would sign away all my rights to my child, the child I was yet to conceive.

It looked easy when a sexy and enigmatic billionaire like Jammy presented this idea to me, it was easy, get pregnant, bear him a child, and be on my way. But looking at this contract in front of me I just couldn't bring myself to sign it.

It was like giving a life for a life. It was hard.

I would have to live for the rest of my life knowing I have a child but not being able to go near him or her, the thought of it was causing me pain, I couldn't bear the thought of my child hating me in the future, he or she would think I abandoned them for money, they wouldn't even care to know my reason.

This was so hard for me to do.

With shaky hands and blurry eyes filled with tears, I signed the document. Something I know I'll regret for the rest of my life. All I needed to do was to take it to Jammy Sebastian, the man who would be the father of my child.

Standing in front of the door, I gathered all the courage I needed, but still, I couldn't bring myself to knock. The moment the door opened,I Knew it would lead me into a new world, a world of regret, a world I would wish I never entered.

I finally knocked on the door and heard someone hurriedly coming to open it, my heart was beating a thousand miles, and I couldn't keep it in control.

The door opened to reveal the maid, she looked me up and down before stepping aside for me to enter, it was like she was judging me by her look, I didn't even know if she knew what I was here for, but my mind just couldn't stop overthinking everything, because if you ask me, no woman in her right senses would do what I was about to do, except I wasn't in my right senses.

I was told Jammy was in his office and was expecting me. I felt cheap, it was like he knew I was going to sign the document.

Tears threatened to fall from my eyes but I pushed them back. I knocked on the door and I heard his voice telling me to come in.

I opened the door and there he was sitting behind his desk and so focused on his work, I made myself comfortable on the chair in front of him and he still did not raise his head like I did not just walk in. So rude and proud!

I wasn't anything to him, he made that clear, I would just be the woman to get fucked by him until I carry his child. To him he was doing me an honor, many women would die to be in my position.

It wasn't until he was done with whatever he was doing before he finally acknowledged me. He eyed me like he was waiting for me to speak up, I could just feel the arrogance come off him. The jerk.

"I see you've made your decision." He said with a smirk, I couldn't help but feel offended, like I was that easy, cheap and shameless. Oh heavens!

What kept me thinking was that he is a billionaire, he could help me with that money and let me pay him some other way, but because he knew I was desperate, he decided to use me so I wasn't the villain here.

His selfish ass is!

I chose not to say a word, I just kept the document on the table and pushed it towards him. He drew the papers to himself without taking his eyes off me like he couldn't wait to uncover what I hid inside my body, it didn't help that my body didn't mind the idea.

My mind and body were two different entities never agreeing on the same thing. He took his eyes off me to confirm what he already knew. I would be willing to get fucked by him and bear him his child.

As soon as he confirmed what he needed, he picked up his phone and made a call. As soon as he ended the call my phone beeped, an indication that the money had been sent.

I didn't even care to check it, it would be a confirmation of what I had just done. I didn't bother saying anything, I just stood up, opened the door, and left, I knew what I had to do next.

I went straight to the hospital, I couldn't waste another minute, not when I got what I needed.

I opened my mom's room to find her sleeping, these past few years haven't been easy on her, battling with cancer could do that, she had lungs and gastric cancer, and ever since she found out she had been like a corpse inside her own body, she refused to tell anyone, not until I found her report and it had gotten really bad.

When we brought her to the hospital the doctors told me she had to stay in the hospital so they could watch her, which cost me all my savings, leaving me with absolutely nothing. As if that wasn't enough, I have been going crazy trying to raise money for her surgery.

"Good day, doctor. Please when can the surgery be done? I want my mom taken care of as soon as possible." I asked as soon as I sat down.

"Miss Anna, we can carry out the surgery as soon as"...." the money is ready." I cut him off knowing exactly what he was about to say.

I looked at him as if I was crazy, he knew I had exhausted all the money for my mother's treatment and suddenly coming back up with such an amount of money was quite surprising, but I didn't care.

As soon as I signed the necessary documents and made payments, I watched as my mom was being wheeled on her bed to the theater for her operation. I just followed behind them but as they got to the door, I was stopped, I couldn't help but worry.

I didn't want anything to happen to my mom, she was the only family I had left, and she wasn't the best, but she's still my mom.

I paced outside the door for about two hours and the door to the surgery room was still shut. There was no posture I didn't try.

I stood, I sat, I squatted, sat on the floor, but nothing was calming me down.

After about three hours and a near heart attack, the door finally opened and the doctor came out.

I didn't even wait for the doctor to reach me, I rushed to him. " Doctor, how was it? Is my mom okay? Is she going to be fine now?" I just kept bombarding him with questions, until he told me to calm down.

I did my best to breathe in and out. When I was able to calm down I focused on the doctor now being calm waiting for his feedback.

"Miss Anna, for now, everything seems under control, your mother will be under observation until we can promise you that her life is no longer in danger." Not giving me the opportunity to ask more questions he excused himself going back into the surgery room.

What did he mean by for now? Is he trying to say he didn't even know if my mom was going to be okay? I couldn't dwell on that, my mom was going to be fine and I know that.

My mom was brought out from the surgery room back to her room and the sight of her made me want to cry, she had so many machines on her I couldn't even name, some stuck to her wrist, her mouth, it wasn't a pleasing sight, one would think she was dead if not for the sound coming from the heart machine.

I was cleaning her body. She has been unable to take a proper bath since she came to this hospital because of her condition so this has been our method of getting her cleaned.

When I was done cleaning her I went down to the hospital canteen to get something to eat. Lately, I've been unable to eat, due to loss of appetite which wasn't helping because I was losing weight.

I ordered a burger and a cup of coffee. I sat down and started biting into the burger looking outside and seeing people living their lives while mine seemed to be on pause, life wasn't fair sometimes.

After I was done eating I discarded the burger wrap and empty cup making my way back up.

It's been two weeks now, two weeks looking at my mom's seemingly lifeless body but she was alive, it was like I was living life walking on eggshells, I was always nervously checking the heartbeat monitor as if, if I took my eyes off even for a second I was going to lose her.

I didn't want to even think about the fact that I was constantly reminded that I had to move in with Jammy Sebastian to keep my end of the deal.

I was interrupted by the opening of the door. I turned to see the nurse who usually comes to check my mom entering with a tray in hand containing the things she'll be using to check my mom.

It was time for me to step out. Whenever my mom was being checked I had to go out and come back in about thirty minutes, which gave me time to walk around the hospital floors. I ended up in the hospital chapel.

I just sat on one of the benches looking at the statue of Jesus that was placed there. I didn't have to say anything, I was sure He knew why I was led here.

He knows all after all, my mother needs peace at this point of her life, she has gone through enough already, let her just be okay.

After my little prayer, I just sat down to reflect on my life, things were perfect until the day my dad left my mom, it was like a part of her was taken with him, she didn't function well again, and that was when I knew I lost both parents. At fifteen I was already fending for myself.

Deciding that it was time to go back and check on my mom, I stood up looking at the altar one more time before leaving.

As I got to the floor where my mom was staying I saw doctors and nurses all in a rush, for a moment I couldn't help but worry but I remembered the doctor's words this morning that my mom was doing fine and everything seemed to be under control.

All that was needed was for her to wake up. But I was wondering about the patient they were running to. As I got close I began to notice that it was my mom's room, I quickly sprinted into a run as I got to the door I was stopped by a doctor.

"Am sorry ma'am you can't come in." I wasn't thinking straight and if this doctor didn't leave my sight I was going to vent the anger on him.

"What do you mean? That's my mom in there." By this time I was already crying, I couldn't control it.

I tried to pass the doctor but he wouldn't let me in. I was so angry, I could burn the whole hospital.

The doctor closed the door and left me outside while I waited in anguish. Soon the door opened and my mom was wheeled again with doctors hovering around her.

I couldn't even get close to her, I just followed behind them, and there was nothing I could do to help. I was sure they were taking her to the operating room for yet another surgery.

I was in uncontrollable tears, I just couldn't push away that nagging feeling that something was going to go wrong.

Doctors kept going in and out of the room, and each time I tried to get any information but nobody had my time. I was nervously tapping my feet when one of the doctors rushed to me.

"We need blood for her as soon as possible and her blood type is currently not in the hospital.."

"I will donate mine," I said to him as I was already moving, to nowhere in particular.

"We can't take from you, you're not in the state to be giving us blood right now." I lost it at the moment raising my voice.

"What do you mean?! My mom's life is in danger and if I decide to donate my blood there's nothing you can do to stop me." I think that convinced him enough because he gave a nod and told me to follow him.

He didn't need to tell me twice.

We got to the examination room and he tested my blood to make sure I was okay, then he drew blood from me, and as I watched the blood go into the bag, I couldn't help but think, so will this be enough to save her? Will she be well again?

When the doctor was done he passed it to a nurse who took it out of the room as quickly as she could, I tried to stand up and follow her but the doctor wouldn't let me.

I stayed calm because I was indeed weak. I just got blood drained from my body. I couldn't rest, my mind kept thinking the worst.

When I felt rested enough I decided to go back to check my mom.

I sat down on the joint chair that was outside as I massaged the area where the needle was inserted in me to draw blood.

I was there for like five minutes before a doctor finally came out, taking off his nose mask. He walked to me and I didn't like the look on his face.

"We tried all we could."

We tried all we could."

I didn't want to jump to conclusion when he said that, I wanted to be very sure.

"Yes, you tried all you could and?" I asked with my last thread of hope hanging.

"Am sorry ma'am, we tried all we could, but she didn't make it, the reports were looking fine until this morning, she lost too much blood and we just couldn't find a match, your blood donation wasn't enough, am very sorry." He said before walking off like he was used to this kind of thing happening. Of course, he was used to it, he was a doctor after all.

I collapsed to the floor, thinking of how alone I was in this world. I couldn't accept the fact that she was gone, it was hard for me, I did so much, and I tried my best.

Why didn't everything work out in the end, did I do something wrong that I was paying for that crime?This was all much.

I broke out In a sob as the door to the surgery room opened up with the bed that carried my mom alive bringing her out lifeless.

Life was cruel.

I had hope, maybe she stopped fighting, maybe she was tired of living miserable waiting for a man who didn't care about her.

Suddenly I made a vow, I don't care how I do it but I'll never let my child be without complete parents. I'll make sure of that.

I still sat down where I was twenty minutes ago, I couldn't muster the strength to stand up from where I sat, I couldn't believe mom would now be called a corpse, doctors would have to inject things into her body for dead people.

I cried more at the thought, I cried for what I lost and what I would have gained.

If she had made it, it would have helped our relationship, we would have been somewhere in our relationship, and we would have been better.

I slowly rose from where I sat with sore eyes. I was near having a headache. I knew that crying wouldn't bring the dead back but that didn't I couldn't help but cry, it was a feeling I couldn't describe.

Empty, was the word I could describe myself as. I asked a nurse along the way where they took my mom and she led me there.

I dreaded seeing what she looked like, lifeless. For the past weeks, she had been that way but there was still something pointing to me that she would be alive, her slow heartbeat, but now I didn't have even that to hold onto.

When we got to the room where my mom was kept I covered my mouth to hold back the sob that threatened to break out, I had to be strong for myself.

She was covered with white, not a single part of her was open.

I walked towards her with shaky legs and I shakenly opened the cloth revealing her pale ghost-white face, her eyes were closed and she was gone.

There were no tears left to cry, I ran my hands through her hair and then kissed her forehead, something I'll never get to do again.

I looked at her one last time wishing she would wake up, when that didn't happen, I smiled at her so if ghost were real she would see that I was strong for her before finally walking out of the room.

There was no need holding onto my mother's lifeless body for long so I prepared for her to be buried in three day.

Just like a whirlwind, the day of her burial came fast.

I looked at the people who were there to give their condolences, I couldn't help but frown, they were all a bunch of fakes now they were all here acting like people who cared.

I remember vividly when I went to meet most of them for help and they gave one excuse or the other, some didn't even let me see them.

The burial was filled with fakes, mostly my mom's friend, I didn't have many friends.

I couldn't be weak so when I watched my mom being lowered to the ground I didn't let a single tear drop, I wasn't going to be a subject of pity for these people.

The priest said a prayer and after that, everyone began to leave one by one. It was just me now and the silence of the graveyard.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear someone come behind me.

"My condolence." I heard the voice I'd been avoiding for weeks now. I knew I couldn't run, he had the power to find me wherever I went.

I turned to face Jammy putting up a brave front. He had his hands in his pants, dressed in black from head to toe.

"Thank you," I said to him as I turned back to my mum's grave.

"You don't have to worry, I am not going anywhere, and even if I do, I know you'll find me anywhere I go, so there's no need to try."

He was silent for a while before he spoke.

"You're moving in with me, your things are already packed. You won't need to go back to your old house." He didn't give me a chance to reply he just walked away.

I've been trying so hard to forget that the reason why I signed that contract in the first place was to save my mom and now she is no more.

All my efforts were in vain and now I have to keep to a useless deal, something that makes me regret even more.

But I had a plan, one I had to achieve. I just had to. Picking up the broken pieces of myself I walked out of the graveyard, as I got towards the road I noticed a car was parked there.

Jammy's words from earlier told me just who that car was waiting for. I took in a deep breath and walked towards the car.

The driver came out of the car to open the door for me.

Not uttering a single word I got in sealing my life with my hands, the beginning of my regret.