My Contract Husband Is The Enemy

Aliya's POV

"Miss Aliya, I bet you if you go right now to Deluxe Hotel, room 102, you'd catch him on the spot." William's voice sounded so convincing.

I dropped the call without hesitation, picked up my bag and car keys and sped to the said hotel. I sat in my car for a while, wiping off the tears that tried to make its way out of my eyes.

This couldn't be true. Could it? Philip is a great guy and has always been.

Taking out my phone, I texted my best friend Camille. "Girl, I think Philip's cheating on me. I'm outside a hotel now. I hope it's not true because I really love him. Anyway, call me when you get this message." I opened the car door and stepped out.

"Hi, miss Van Alen ." The fair skinned receptionist welcomed me. "Is there something you need us to take care of? It's strange having you come down here by yourself. If there's anything, let me know, and I'll take care of it immediately." She asked, fear evident in her eyes.

The Deluxe Hotel was one of the many businesses I owned. It was just the tip of the iceberg, compared to other hotels. But this was a secret I had kept hidden from Philip for a year because I loved him and didn't want to make him feel any less of a man.

"I'll need the key card of room 102. Thank you." I ordered, and she ran off immediately, searching for the key.

Seconds later, she arrived, handing me the card. "And Janice, don't call me by my last name. Not tonight." I smiled and walked away, heading towards the elevator.

Once there, I hit the button going up to the second floor. Minutes later, I stood directly in front of the room that was supposed to have my cheating fiancé like William had told me.

It's not like I had doubts about him, but I just need to be sure if what William said was correct. I took a deep breath, steadying my trembling hands, and pushed the door open.

The luxurious living room was eerily silent. I scanned the space, but no one was there. A muffled noise drifted me down the hall. My heart sank as the unmistakable sound of moans grew louder with each step I took towards the closed bedroom door.

My stomach churned. Maybe I should just turn back. It can be someone else with his girlfriend, and this will be really bad for the hotel's image if I just barged in. But William would never lie to me. I'll just have a look.

I hesitated as my fingers hovered over the handle. Bracing myself, I twisted the knob and pushed it open.

There he was, my so-called fiancé, entangled between two women. One was straddling him, her fingernails digging deep into his shoulder as he used his dick to please her. And the other getting satisfied by his index finger.

My chest tightened and my fingers became sweaty as the tears came falling faster than a water slide. "Philip!" I screamed, finally getting his attention.

He paused, slowly rising from his lover's body. And that is when I got the real shock of my life.

"Camille? My best friend?" My bag dropped as I placed my hand over my mouth in surprise.

"How? Why? And who the hell is this other woman? Come on Philip. Really? A threesome? And you involve my best friend?" I cried out while he stood looking at me like I was crazy.

Does this guy even understand the gravity of what he had done?

"Aliya, you shouldn't have come here. I and my good friend here, Angela, weren't done with your fiancé just yet. You can go home when we're done. You can have your turn," Camille said with a smirk.

This can't be right. Camille can't talk to me this way. For God's sake, we were almost like sisters. Where's all this from?

"Aliya go home. I'll be there soon and we can talk. And don't make me raise my voice, things will get nasty if I do." Philip finally spoke coldly as he stared me straight in the eye.

"I caught you in bed with not one, but two women and you ask me to go home? After dedicating an entire year of my fucking life to you?" I yelled.

Camille strolled towards me, still naked and smelled of sex. "Dear bestie, did you ever think we were really friends? I mean, take a look at me. I'm everything you're not. I'm sexy, beautiful and very good in bed, too." She smirked. "If your boyfriend wasn't starving, he wouldn't be here right now. Learn to feed your man, girl."

This was it. I had had enough of the disgusting people standing before me. Without hesitation, I picked up my bag from the floor.

"When you're done, Philip, we can talk at home. As for you, dear bestie, watch your tongue. I'd assume you're naïve now, but I might not go easy on you the next time you speak to me like this," I said and stormed out.

I heard her murmurs but didn't dare spare her a second glance. That's someone I confided in about the ups and downs of my relationship with Philip, and she took him away in the blink of an eye.

And dumb Philip barely said a word to me. How didn't I see this coming?

The elevator soon stopped, and I got out, handing the key card back to Janice. "Throw the people in room 102 out of here." I ordered and got into my car.

The drive home was cold and my vision blurred from crying my eyes out. My heart felt torn from my body. I got home, took a long bath, and waited for Philip. I just needed to know why he'd do such.

Moments later, the front door swung open, revealing a furious Philip. "Done so soon?" I asked, placing my phone down on the table.

"You're a sick woman, Aliya. Are you keeping tabs on me? How did you know where I was and what gave you the right to poke your nose into my business?" Philip yelled as he walked over and strangled me by the neck.

"Let go Philip, you're hurting me." I pleaded, but he slapped me so hard across the face that I tasted my own blood.

He pushed me to the floor and spat, literally. "You're a disgusting woman. That's why you can never measure up to Camille. Also, can I have that engagement ring back? It belongs somewhere else." His words pierced through my chest like a warrior's freshly crafted sword piercing the innocent, but I tried to calm myself down while Philip kept cursing and insulting me in all ways I had never imagined.

I didn't want him to see how affected I was, but all my attempts failed. The tears stung, but I wiped them off immediately.

"Philip, I'm the one you love. Why are you treating me this way?" I cried out, but my voice came barely above a whisper. "I'm your fiancé, I'm supposed to...." I wanted to say, but the front door creaked open and Camille strolled in with a grin like she owned the place.

"Hey baby, sorry I'm late." She said as she placed a kiss on Philip's lips. "I think I over packed. My luggage is in the car trunk. We can get them later after dealing with the pest." She giggled.

"What is she doing here?" I yelled.

"She's here to be many things you're not. That said, I need you to leave this instant. You can be really creepy. I can't have you listening in on our lovemaking sessions." Philip smirked as he pulled Camille in for another kiss.

"This is our home, Philip. We started our lives here together. Where I'm I supposed to go in the middle of the night? Why are you being so heartless? Both of you"

"Give my man a break and go be someone else's problem, bitch. We don't help charity cases, but I can offer you a few dollars," Camille said as she threw a few dollars to the floor.

"Here, take it and leave!" I stood on my feet slowly and dusted my clothes. Without hesitation, I removed the cheap ring from my finger and placed it on the table.

Picking up my bag and my phone, I brushed past them. "Shove your cheap money down your throat, Camille.

As for you Philip Parker, you'll regret ever hurting me. That's a promise." I said and stormed out of the house.

Aliya's POV

No matter how hard I tried not to break down, it didn't work. My efforts were relentless, and the tears streamed down my face endlessly as I walked out of the house and away from the man I thought loved and cared so much about me.

Philip was everything I thought a woman could wish for, considering how lonely it was to be a billionaire heiress. He made me feel all kinds of love, but now I see it was all for nothing.

I had left my wealth, my lifestyle and my family all for a man who didn't give a damn about me and slept with a girl I thought was my best friend. My chest tightened, and I clenched my fist while standing out on the lonely, cold street.

The street lights glared at me as the fireflies danced together. It was dark, lonely, and scary. What made things worse was the striking sound of the thunderstorm and lightning that signaled it was about to pour.

"Fuck," I cursed as it came pouring down on me like my failed love life.

I shuddered under the cold, waiting for William to come pick me up. I had called him up before Philip arrived, but it seems he was running late.

Tears blurred my vision as I continued walking, letting the rain wash over me. I barely registered the sound of a horn blaring in a distance.

Everything around me was a haze, muffled and distant, like I wasn't really there. One step after another, I walked forward, my legs dragging along.

Then it happened. A force slammed into me, knocking me off my feet and onto a hard surface.

My breath left my lungs in a gasp as I hit the ground. "Are you out of your mind?" A deep baritone voice snapped above me.

I looked up and found a man hovered over me. His face was a mix of anger and concern.

He stretched his trembling hand and tried to help me up. "You were about to get hit by that car. What were you fucking thinking about at this time of the night?" He said, as his tone began to soften.

I opened my mouth to respond, but words failed me. The reality of what just happened washed over me like ice water, and my legs nearly gave way again.

"You saved me," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Yeah, well, don't make me do it again," he whispered as he brushed off his jacket.

His piercing eyes met mine for a moment and I saw something there. Something that made my heart beat so loud to my hearing.

Just then, I spotted the lights of the black SUV that made its way towards me. It was my dad's assistant, William.

"Hello Miss Van Alen." He yelled over the raindrops as he rushed out of the car to open up the door for me.

I turned to find the man who helped me, but he was gone.

"Did you see a guy with me, William?" I asked.

"I didn't notice, ma'am. Let's get you inside. It's cold." Willam was the sweetest soul ever. He always had my best interest at heart and had always looked out for me like I was his own daughter since I was born.

For a man in his late sixties, he sure had the energy of fifty men combined to always watch out for my wellbeing.

"Miss Van Alen, aren't you going to ask?" He turned to me with the saddest eyes as he helped me with my seatbelt.

"Ask what Williams? How you knew that my so called dumb fiancé had been cheating on me?" I shrugged, clearly not in the mood to talk to anyone.

William always warned me about Philip right from the first time I met him. So it wasn't strange if he knew things will play out exactly like it did tonight.

"William, I know you want to tell me I told you so and that I wasted almost two perfect years of my life with Philip the loser and Camille the bitch, so just go ahead. I probably deserve it."

I stared out the window at the droplets of rain and wiped the tears that made their way down my face.

"You know, Miss Van Alen, you were just in love and we're all bound to fall in love. The only mistake you made was almost leaving your wealth behind for that imbecile. Now that you're back, everything will be perfect again. That's after we deal with your dad." He gave me a reassuring smile.

What did he mean by dealing with my dad? I know my dad was never in support of my relationship with Philip and he was a hard nut to crack.

All he ever cared about anyway was his plastic face wife and brat for a daughter.

"I shouldn't be telling you this now, but your dad wants you to get married as soon as possible." William announced.

"What the fuck!" I yelled. "My dad, who was against my marriage, now wants me to get married? How's that possible, William?" I asked as my fingers tucked deeper into my thighs.

He cleared his throat. "I don't have that information, dear, but I overheard him saying he'd make it known to you soon, and it looks like tonight is the perfect time."

I sank deeply into the car seat, shutting my eyes and taking in everything my life had presented to me today.

Being a lady was hard, and worst of all, the Van Alen heiress.

"Just let me know when we've arrived the estate, William." I said

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded.

Moments later, we pulled up to the Van Alen estate. An estate so big it could house thousands of guests.

The place was just how I remembered it. Maybe even more beautiful. Stepping out of the car, my heels clicked softly against the floors as I made my way to the grand doors.

The marble floors gleamed under the chandelier and servants walked around, greeting me like they had been trained to do.

"The prodigal daughter returns." A voice cut through my thoughts. It was my dad, Vinichi. He stood tall at the bottom of the long stairs with a cane in his hand, as always.

"Hi dad," I said.

"You leave your family behind for a year and some months and what I get is a hi?" He said as he walked down the stairs and towards me.

"Dad, I'm tired. I just want to be left alone." I shrugged and tried to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm before I could make it up the stairs.

"You're very dumb, Aliya, and even more dumb for thinking you can come in and out of here anytime you wish."

I struggled to take my arm away from his stronghold. "Let go of me, old man. Don't think I'm still the kid you can bully." I said, making sure my head was held up high enough.

He raised his brows so hard it almost touched his receding hairline. "I see. That Philip guy has given you some courage and you've lost your darn manners, but that's fine. I'll let it slide for now. They're other important things to worry about."

He paced around for a while before standing still. "There's a problem. The family's in debt and only you can pay that debt off."

I had hoped whatever William said in the car wasn't true, but the serious expression on his face said otherwise.

"You see, Aliya, your grandfather was a sneaky bastard. The will states you have to get married before you can get his fortune and if we don't pay that debt by the end of the week, that's Sunday, then we'll lose everything, including the estate." He explained.

"Ha ha, very funny. So you expect me to get married and get my inheritance so I can save your sorry ass? This is your debt. Why can't you fix it yourself?" I yelled.

"We're not going to drag this matter forward. Do what I've asked, or you know the consequences and it can easily happen because there's a lot of proof you were the one." He smiled sinisterly.

"Now, this is the deal. You have two days to prepare yourself because you'll be getting married to the son of my good friend Martin De Luca. It's like hitting two birds with one stone, but if you decide to be a brat then the whole world will learn about the skeletons you hid in your closet," He said as he brushed past me.

"This is ridiculous, dad, utterly ridiculous. You know i didn't do what you've accused me of for years and I can't marry someone I have no knowledge of." I yelled as I stared at his retreating body.

"But dad, it's impossible!"

He chuckled deeply. " It's not, if you just marry the De Luca heir peacefully."

How was I supposed to marry a man whom I didn't love? And where was I supposed to find love in two days' time in order to save both myself and my sorry excuse for a family?

Aliya's POV

Last night had been the craziest night of my entire life. I get cheated on, dumped, almost run over, but saved by the hottest guy ever and now, I'm supposed to marry a stranger? Like I said, it wasn't the easiest thing to be a Van Alen heiress.

I wonder if I'll ever get to meet the guy from last night; I didn't even get his name or number and now I can't stop thinking about our encounter.

I laid on my queen sized bed staring at the modern ceiling crafted originally by a French artist, Solomon Dubois, as the morning light crept its way through my window.

A beautiful sight that isn't seen just anywhere and by just anyone. I couldn't cry for that loser anymore. I was going to get my revenge on him slowly and it'll be messy.

Well, if dad thought I was a fool and didn't know what was written on that will then he was solely mistaken. Grandpa had said to fall in love and marry anyone I wanted in order to get my inheritance. I wanted nothing to do with love anymore but if I have to get married, then that's what I'm going to do. I"ll get me a man, anyone else but not a De Luca.

It shouldn't be that hard, right? First, meet a guy I can pay off and convince everyone we're in love, then get married. Easy pizzy.

I'll pay the family debt off and stay away from them. Besides, strangers in a cafe might have a closer relationship than what I had with my forced family.

Two weeks after mum's death, dad had brought in his new family. Sometimes I wonder if he ever really loved my mum at all. I had tried so much to get along with his new wife and daughter but they hated me and guess what, the feeling was mutual.

I stood up, opened the vast windows, and inhaled the morning breeze as I flung my arms up and stretched like I hadn't slept in days.

It's a good day to go man hunting. I chuckled lightly at my own thoughts. It's time to live my old life and dream of becoming a wife to Philip and start becoming a real Van Alen, like my grandpa Alonzo taught me.

I quickly took a bath with the most scented soaps ever and dressed like I always did before meeting Philip. I gazed into the mirror, adjusting my tailored ivory blouse and dark grey pencil skirt. My black louboutins added a touch of elegance, while a simple silver necklace completed the outfit.

I slipped on my black cashmere blazer, feeling poised and confident than ever as I walked out of my bedroom and into the living room.

"Where do you think you're going to? Trying to escape your wedding?" Dad looked at me as he put his phone away, acknowledging my presence.

"To work dad, where else should I be heading to this early?" I raised my brows.

"So you think you can disappear from the company and come back anytime you like? Your grandfather may have made you the CEO of Deluxe Corporation, but I took care of it when you decided to fall in love." He said as he lit up a cigar in his hands.

"Exactly Dad, I'm the CEO. Why does that make you and your clingy wife so mad all the time, ever since the lawyer read that in grandpa's will?" I said, my voice laced with anger. "You know what? Don't answer that. If you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave now."

"Bye dad." I yelled as I moved outside.

My car had been waiting for me already. A white convertible Tesla. "I missed you, baby." I murmured, taking in the beauty that stood before me.

"Miss Aliya, are you sure you don't need me to drive you around? I'll gladly do that." William poked his head through the passenger window.

"Bye William. I'll call you whenever I need you." I smiled and sped off without letting him say another word.

"No breakfast? You're becoming lean, dear." He yelled at the top of his voice, but I ignored his bickering.

I got to the back of the office building in minutes. I always used the back entrance because of the press and how nosy they can get. It had always been best that way.

"You've got this Aliya Van Alen." I reassured myself and stepped out of the car.

"Welcome back Miss Van Alen." My assistant Brooke offered me a warm smile. Looked like William had sent word ahead. That explained the bodyguards who stood before me now and my assistant's sudden appearance.

"Thank you Brooke, shall we?" I smiled, and she nodded as she lead the way into the hallway and towards the elevator.

"We have everything ready for your arrival, ma'am. The office has been set up just the way you like it, and there are a lot of documents that need your signature." Brooke explained as the elevator opens back up, revealing a flood of workers going about their daily activities.

We got into the office and I inhaled deeply while sinking into the soft office seat and swirled around for a while, forgetting I was in the room with someone.

I turned to Brooke, who was now opening up a document in front of me, but I wasn't ready for that, not yet.

"Do you know where I can get a boyfriend?" My question startled Brooke as she looked at me with worry etched on her face.

"Excuse me, Ma'am?"

"Okay, maybe I didn't ask this correctly. Do you know how we can find the hot guy I met yesterday?" I changed the question.

In the midst of all this chaos, I couldn't let go of how a stranger would capture my attention in minutes.

"Ma'am, with situations like this, it's best to check out a dating site, but for a woman of your status, then you don't need that. Men will die to date you." She grinned.

"I already know that, Brooke, but most of them are frauds, believe me. They just want to leech off my money." I shrugged.

"Besides, I don't want any guy. I want the one who helped me a few hours back, because I'm sure he'll fit the role I need him to play perfectly."

Brooke was the closest thing I had to a friend right now. She had been working for me for a year and if anyone should have a share of my thoughts, it should be her.

"And I've told you, when we're together, call me Aliya." I smiled, and she nodded.

"Did you get a name?" She asked.

Of course I didn't get a name. I was busy crying over my ex boyfriend and his new dog to pull around like he did to me.

She faced-palm herself after noticing my reaction.

"So what do you have in mind, Aliya? because I can't help you find your hot mystery guy without at least a name," Brooke asked.

"I don't know, but first let's go have breakfast. I'm starving. Maybe I'll bump into him. Fate can be a sneaky bastard." I chuckled, and she burst out into laughter.

"If I may ask, why do you need a guy so bad? You literally have everything. I don't think you need a man to complete you." Brooke asked as she packed up the documents and put them away while we made our way to my car.

"My dad's making me get married to a De Luca if I don't find a man to marry in two days." I explained.

A crease formed around her forehead as she listened keenly to me. "So what if you marry none of them?"

"Then I lose my inheritance and the company I have worked hard to maintain." I sighed.

"Okay, I must say, it is tough to be you, Aliya." She raised her hands in surrender.

"Yes it is Brooke, yes it is." I said as we drove to my favorite restaurant, Sancho Magnifico. The place pulsed with elegance as always and smelled heavenly.

I could see the awe on Brooke's face. "This place is amazing." She said as we were escorted to the VIP section.

"I'll be right back. I need to use the restroom." I said and walked away.

Seconds later, I found the room and twisted the door-nob, open. I stopped in my tracks and screamed when I saw the half-naked 6,4 feet, muscular, tall figure that stood before me with nothing on but some socks and pants.

"You're the one." I gasped.

His eyes widened, and he rushed towards me, trying to close my mouth with his hands.

"Don't scream. I won't hurt you." He whispered.