The Billionaire's Contracted Wife

Parker

Dad called me in his office. I knew it was something important. As he did not mention anything about this meeting earlier this morning at the breakfast table.

I rushed into his office. To check if he is alright.

"Is everything alright, Dad? What is so urgent?", I prompted my dad as soon as I entered in the office.

He stared at me with an extremely serious expression, not a single smile on his face, a smile that is usually plastered on his face when he's near his family.

Well, this is odd. I think to myself.

"What's wrong dad?" I inquired him again.

"Nothing that you can't stabilize, Parker. He said with a very flat voice.

This is getting more and more unusual by time. I have no impression, what is wrong with him.

So I just wait patiently for him to elaborate on whatever important that he has to assert.

"As you already know, Parker. I am soon going to relinquish from our business. And I'll probably hand it over to someone. A person who can handle everything hereof, a person who is responsible and caring towards this company at the same time. And, if you want to be the CEO of Morgan Corporation, you have to marry a girl, I have chosen for you."

"I want you to meet this girl. She is a waitress at the Harley's. I understand she would be a perfect wife for you. As she is not only beautiful but also very smart, intelligent, kind and compassionate. I believe you will both be perfect for each other."

"Dad, you can't do this, you know I've worked my ass off to secure my position as the COO in our company. And, I am the only one who deserves to be the CEO of Morgan Corporation. You can't just barge in and make a new requirement out of the blue. Why do I have to marry? What does it has to do with being a CEO. And besides that, I am already seeing Laura." I retort back in fury.

"Don't give me excuses son, I know Laura is nothing but an convenience for you. Where as Stella would be so much more. She will be your best friend, your life partner, your wife."

"Listen, son, I'm giving you an injunction. I want you to be engaged by the end of the month. That means you have two days to propose a marriage to Stella. Make sure you do not mess this up as I won't offer you the CEO position in the company if you do mess up in any form."

"This company does not deserve a boss that is constantly busy screwing his mistresses and random women. He needs to be a respectable man who has wife children and responsibilities to show that he can handle a family as well as a company, not some rich spoilt playboy who is been fed with a silver spoon since the day he was born."

"And, I love you a lot son, so don't think that this is some kind of a disastrous bargain on my part, I only want the best for you. I know you have worked hard, but I want to be more responsible. And, I hope that one day you will understand why I did what I did."

"I'm leaving the town for a couple of days. I shall be back. By the weekend, I want to see a ring on Stella's finger by then."

"If you. If you think that she's so damn perfect, why don't you marry her?" I asked him with a lot of animosity. My father appeared unfazed by my out burst. As if he expected this reaction out of me.

"Don't act out of impulse. Parker, I know what I will decide is best for you. And, you should meet Stella once before making any assumptions. It's about time that you have someone to share what you've earned. Because, what you have earned wouldn't matter if you have no one to share it with. You need to have a family and a wife along with your responsibilities."

"I have a family." I cut my father off mid sentence. "It's you guys, Lucy, Katie and Cole all of them. They are my family, including you and Daniel."

"I am not talking about us, Parker. All of you are my family. It is the family I created. I married your mother. And, started a family. And then you already know how she departed from this world. And, I never wanted to marry again. But then, Elena came into my life and I'm married again. And, had three beautiful children. I want you to have that love of family, of children, of wife for yourself. I don't want you to rot alone forever. And, I know exactly why you stay alone, but let me remind you son, once you find the right women for yourself, you will regret the seconds of your life you spent without her."

"I am done now, you may leave son. And make sure I see an adequate piece of diamond on my soon to be, Daughter in law's finger. Thank you. Make sure you close the door on your way out before leaving. And ask Mr. Colson to submit the annual report of the finance department."

I know there was no fighting my dad when there was so much conviction in his voice so I didn't even bothered.

When I left his office, I was shaking with rage and needed to get it out somewhere.

So I called Laura. We've been in a no strings attached type of relationship for over three months now. She's easy, convenient and a very good lay in the bed.

***

"What is wrong with you?" Laura asks me.

"What do you mean?"

"You are not jumping on me, the second I walked in through the door. Should I be worried? Is this thing between us ending? You have that – 'It's not you, it's me' look going on right now. As if you have fallen in love with someone else, maybe. So what are we breaking up or something?"

That's one of the great qualities. She's a really contemplative. But since she's a very perceptive person. She notices myriad of details about a person.

"My father wants me to marry a girl and start a family."

"Oh," she says, and I watch as her whole face falls.

"Well. You can say no, right? Like does she have to be a specific girl or are you just going to marry whoever your father asks you to?"

"He asked me to marry a specific girl he says is a waitress at a diner, He lunches at."

"OK, so where do we stand now?" she asked her eyes turning extremely red and I noticed that she is boring down her cheeks to stop from crying.

I don't know why she's even asking this, like we were together. Why?

"What do you mean? Where do we stand now? We have to break up. As you said yourself." I said with an ignorant tone. I really don't want to deal with a crying women right now.

"We don't have to break up. Maybe we can –" she started to say but I cut her off mid sentence before she could finish.

"Don't you dare complete that sentence. I can never be unfaithful to my wife."

"To your wife? She isn't even your wife yet. Have you even met her in person or seen her photo for that matter."

"No, I haven't. But I don't have to see her photo to make sure that. I don't cheat on her. I'll never do that to her or anybody for that matter." I reply with anger. How dare she even suggest something like that.

"How can you even suggest something so bizarre like that, Laura? I expected you to have more self respect than that. Can you really see your self as some man's home wrecker." I said to her with my nose flaring in anger.

After my out burst I left her house, clearly more pissed off than I was before.

I will never cheat on a person as I know how much that hurts but will my future wife will do the same for me?

It was a question that bothered me all night.

Stella

I woke up with sweat on my head, my breathing shallow. As the remnants of nightmares still haunt me. The sweat rolled down from my head. I looked out of the window only to see that it is extremely early in the morning.

The sun has not even come up yet. I get up from my bed and walk in front of the mirror. I splash some cold water on my face. 'I can go through this' I remind my self.

I have learned to live alone from a very young age. I do not have the luxury, time, or money to go to a psychologist. The night mares reduced for some time but they get very constant whenever I get anxious about work or my degree.

I take a deep breath and remind my self that I am a badass bitch. And, I can make a grown men cry.

I get ready for work. As a broke student I have several jobs, I work as a waitress, a baby sitter, and a dog walker. But, the most important one is at Harley's. I work as a waitress there. I photographed some Instagram Influencers at the university. And, anything else that I could fit in my day I tried to do.

And whatever time is left after that I focus on my designing. I can not afford an expensive university to learn designing any more. So, I just learn my self at home by trying out different things on the cheap silhouette bought from a market near by.

I went on my way to Harley's. And, I saw a cute little black cat on my way. I had two apples to eat as my breakfast. I broke one of them in to tiny little pieces and gave it to the cat. The cat had a little bit of the apple and came near my leg and started to nuzzle my leg.

I crouched on the ground and picked her up in my hands, she was beautiful and good. I wanted to keep her to myself but I can not afford the expense of a cat right now. So, with a heavy heart I dropped her back on the ground and left her alone with the meal.

After reaching the diner. I greet my fellow coworkers and start assembling the plates for serving.

The place starts to get rushed as the clock hits seven. Seven to Eleven, during the breakfast time.

The kitchen was serving out greasy food as the place started to get more and more crowded.

However, I had not eaten breakfast today as I was quite busy and broke not to mention, I can not keep spending money on food. I still have to pay the electricity bills.

I have worked here since I was merely fourteen years of age.

That poor little girl has now transformed. Not a lot financially but, a lot in maturity. I was so naïve and stupid back then. I could have trusted if anyone told me that he/she is an alien instead of a human being.

This job gave me most of money to pay rents and buy food. Which by the way is pending from a two month as I have not gotten enough tips.

Suddenly I set a mental reminder in my head to check out the fashion institutions expenses in Paris. I wanted to go there to learn fashion and create a name for my self.

I was informed by a fellow waitress that Mr. Morgan is asking for me. I was surprised and shocked to hear that Mr. Morgan is here for me. That's because Taylor never referred himself a Mr. Morgan.

I walked to the booth he was sitting at but, he was not at his usual place. So, I looked at the waitress that informed me, She pointed me in the direction of the last table.

Well, this is a very in common occurrence as Taylor never sits on anywhere besides his usual place.

Taylor was a sweet, flirty, and old. He was just remarkable. One of my very favorite people on this planet. Every one in the diner loved him. It was a bit weird. But, anyways ......

Not every customer at Harleys is that respectable and nice to me. Some are very absurd. As I was heading towards Taylor. I received some glances at my ass. And I had an urge to roll my eyes, but I controlled myself.

"Hi, Tay....", I trail off, as the person I see is no where near to Taylor. Well, whoever he is, he is mighty fine. Damn it, Stella stop perving. Weren't you the one now talking about serving and stuff.

But, how the hell am I supposed to stop gawking at this handsome man. He is the closest thing to perfection. If perfection had eyes and body this would be it.

I sucked in a deep breath even though I tried my damn best not to. I was surprised to him here that is all. I remember the few photos of him that I had seen. He was nothing like that in real life.

Guess who have we got here?

I was still gaping at him and I realize how stupid I must am looking so I spotted out the first thought that came to my mind. I exclaimed out, "Who are you? And what do you want?" I shrugged with indictment.

His face was calm and emotion less. As he looked at me he searched my face and then one of his eye brows perched up to his hairline. Ugh, he is arrogant! I can sense it, he just has this vibe about him. And, I still can not seem to resist his appeal.

"Pardon me?" he urged, with a strange expression on his face.

I narrowed my eyes at him and looked at him as if I am contemplating what to say. But, in the truth I was just checking him out.

He had fascinating green eyes, with a strong jaw. His eyes were cold, yet he was starting at me with so much intent that that I wanted to melt off. Flawlessly trimmed brown hair, and a perfectly centered long, narrow nose. He was inspecting me with a frown on his fore head, which does not even mars his appeal. It just adds more of it.

I have to stop simping over him. Even though he might be the most attractive man that I have ever seen, I can not just drop to my knees for him. I have much more self respect than that.

He better be less arrogant, cause if we are racing in that I can surely win.

And, I already know who this bastard is. Even thought I pretended not knowing him.

You know what they say – 'you can never forget your first crush.'

So, yeah.... I didn't either.

***

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Stella

"I said, you are not Mr. Morgan. I was informed that Mr. Morgan is wishing to see me, and you are not Mr. Morgan. So, who are you and what do you want?"

Real smooth Stella, you did not sound desperate or like you are lusting over this too good to be true of a man.

His frown on the forehead, deepened even more. He looked at me with confused expression on his handsome face. " And how do you know that I'm not Mr. Morgan? I mean Mr. Morgan can have kids, right? And if you know Mr. Morgan so well you might as well know that he has a son. So quit being rude, miss. And, just to acquaint you I do not tolerate It when people demand answers from me." he said sharply.

I rolled my eyes at that. What an arrogant bastard.

He is wearing a black tailor made suit with a black shirt beneath it. His hair are perfectly gelled in place. Also, he is wearing, what could be considered a very expensive watch. He oozed money and power.

But, he was nothing like how I imagined him it like how Taylor said he would be. Taylor described him as a protective and sweet boy with a very kind heart. This is not him. This man is arrogant, ruthless and he does not care about anything but himself.

This man is just a rich kid who wants to be even more rich. He would not care if he trampled some one in the process of getting what he wants.

This man just ruined my dream of meeting the man of my dreams. I thought he would be sweet, caring and gentle. There is nothing gentle about this man.

I should probably stop fantasizing self with him from now on. Yeah, you heard me right. He was my first crush ever.

I always used to think about the scenarios we would meet in. And this was not one of them. I always wished to marry him. After seeing his pictures in the magazine with all those high society girls, it always used to make me feel bad. But I thought that he would not be like that after we got married.

In my head when we got married, I'm sure it's not going to happen anytime soon. That was a wishful thinking of a 15 year old teenager. And now I'm a woman. I have a brain and I have self-respect. I don't care about this guy any more not like I used to.

I used to scribble his name in all my books and journals like a stupid teenager that I was. I used to tattoo his name on my hand with a black pen. I tried sketching his face and even painted few of his pictures.

But now all of that stops. I have nothing to do with this man. This arrogant man does not deserve my attention or anything for that matter. I want to stay away from him as much as possible. And to be fair, it's not even his fault that he is arrogant. He can be arrogant all he wants, he just cannot be in my life.

I stop my overly analytic thoughts as I should not judge him just because if one sentence he spoke. I should not be this prejudiced towards him. I think I should give him a chance and hear what he has to say.

Sighing, I look him on the eye and just because I am a sarcastic bitch I said to him, "Of course, Mr. Morgan. The younger, grumpier and less pleasant Mr. Morgan, Is that you?" with an overly sweet smile. And, I batted my lashes to wards him just for the dramatics. Did I mention that I could be a classic bitch if I have to be?

"You act like you do not know who I already am? Nor sarcasm neither lying is an adequate virtue Ms. Clarke. You might get in a lot of trouble with either of them." He said with disdain in his voice.

Oh, so we are talking about being virtuous, are not we? He should not be such a hypocrite, as he him self sleeps around with every being that has a hole. Be it a fucking tree.

I have heard generously about his not so virtuous ways which are portrayed in capital letters in the magazines all the time. He is quite the talk of the town as he is one of most eligible bachelors in the town. He dates all those high society, prim and proper ladies who's smiles are timely. And, not even a single piece of their hair is out of place ever.

He was also very fierce and powerful business man who does not tolerate any one's bullshit. He was feared and respected in his business circle and the whole town. I mean any one with money is given that treatment. But, even the other powerful business man feared his wrath. It is to be believed that once any one crosses him, he makes sure that person is destroyed for good. He also has a reputation for being arrogant – and I saw it first hand just right now so, I believe it is true.

Sometimes, I find it difficult to believe all the rumors as Taylor always mentioned him to be this caring and protective boy. Maybe Taylor can not see his son's faults as he us a father. It is understood, but that does not mean he could barge on here and start throwing tantrums of his own.

I always thought that he will be just like what Taylor pictured him as. I painted him as some knight in the shining armor. I imagined that he would be nothing like the media paints him as, that I will get to see a good side of him. But, I was wrong. Girls like me do not get such treatment from guys like him.

He is not a prince charming who will save me from the evil of the world. He is the evil whom I need to save my self from.

I started fantasizing about him at the time when Taylor mentioned him to me. I used to stalk him like a hawk I am. Well, we can not call it stalking I was just curious kid who digged for any sort of information I can find about this man.

My unruled fantasies of him started to fade over the years as I got busier in my own mess and did not have time to write my own name, much less a crush's.

I sighed and extended him my hand for shaking, he looked at my eyes then at my hand thoughtfully as if it will hurt him to shake my hand. I mean it would definitely hurt his ego, as he has to shake hands a with a mere peasant.

He took my hand and give it a subtle shake. I tried to ignore the feeling of warmth that spread in my body due to the fact that our hands merely contacted.

I narrow my eyes at him, and before I could stop it I blurted," Are you not the biggest hypocrite in the universe for talking about being virtuous. As given your own image is not very pleasant Mr. Morgan."

His lips twitched a little too maybe I imagined it then he replied with annoyance in his voice, "I do not give a damn about your opinions on me. I am here to make a deal."

"I am not interested in making any sorts of deal with you, you may now get lost of my sight. Have a good day, Mr. Morgan " I retort back with same annoyance. I got up to take off, I have better things to do than to withstand a rich brats' tantrums.

He grabbed me by my elbow to stop me from walking. His hand pulling me back with an offensive force.

How dare he!! I turned around and glared at him with death written all over my face.

"I would suggest that you leave my hand the very second Mr. Morgan. Because, if you do not I will have to chop it off to get you off of me. And, no one in the entire world would be surprised at me for defending my self. Leave. My. Hand." I spit out the threat with underlying tension in my voice. I punctuated each word at the last to make my point loud and clear.

He bored his eyes in mine and dropped my hand only to grab me by shoulders.

"You are reason we are in the mess in the first place so stop acting like you are the victim." He said. I think he has lost his senses. Why the hell would a normal person talk like this?

"What the hell are you talking about? I do not understand you. You asshole. Are you high or some thing?" There I said it. I called him an asshole to his face. Do not tell me he did not deserve it. He was being a complete jerk. And, by the way he is acting like he is stoned. It's just the fact that he does not look stoned.

He pushed me into the booth and slide in besides me. His hands were still on my shoulder. What the hell is he up to?

I start to push against him and punching his front. "What the fuck are doing? Let me go, you dickhead."

"Stop fighting and lower you god damned voice." He whizzed at me.

My body was shaking with rage but it stopped when he murmured, "Calm down," in my ears.

I stopped fighting him and searched his eyes. " What do you want from me?" I murmured back in the same timbre of voice as his.

He stared at me and then pulled him self back from the trance which seemed was to regain control.

Then he demanded, "You have to marry me for a year."

"What!!", I shrieked my eyes wide in my face. As I tried to depict what he just uttered.

***

Hello, dear readers. How do you think Stella is going to react to this will she slap him? Or kiss him and accept his unlikely proposal?