The Contract To Find The Billionaire's Lover

CHAPTER 1

SUPER COLD HEART

Prologue:

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After the untimely death of Senior Coleman (Matt's father), his WILL became a problem and doubted. It needed thorough investigations due

to the amount of wealth; hence, his family needed people in higher power and authority to transfer it to its rightful successor.

When wicked Catherine (Matt's stepmother) told her greedy politician friend who had heard about the problem already, he asked Matt to marry his daughter, Angela before he would help them.

He does that to have access to the extreme and extravagant wealth left for Matt.

At The Court

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"Would you let him marry my daughter as we discussed?" The politician whispered in her ear after he drew her aside when they arrived at the court. "I'm doing this because I want our relationship to move to a whole new level, Cathrine." He lied, he had other intentions.

"Sure, I agree. Your beautiful daughter is a perfect match for my son." Catherine agreed.

In the courtroom, Matt, Cathrine, and Angela, the Politician, stood to hear the name of the heir. The politician who already knew stood beside Matt and pretended to be naive.

"I know everything is mine, just mention Cathrine Eminado, my husband is gone with his name, I'm no more Cathrine Coleman!" she requested. All eyes were on her but she didn't care.

"Wow, you won't believe this, Cathrine," the judge paused, smiling at Catherine, "after thorough clarifications and compilation of other documents, Matt is the rightful heir of his father. Everything, except where you live now, belongs to him now. I'm sorry." The female judge declared, hit her hammer on the table, and asked Matt to step forward.

"What, He didn't give me a penny? What am I going to do with that wretched old house!!?" Cathrine cried after the will was announced. "I knew that man didn't love me. He's wicked!" She continued.

"Don't worry Mother, you can take the new house." Matt offered and placed a document in front of her but she rejected it.

Possibly, that wasn't enough for her expectations.

"Congratulations, Matt! Keep the documents safe, we worked hard for them. Thanks to this politician." The Judge advised.

Matt and Angela feigned love for three months and paid her off so that she wouldn't return to his life again.

He didn't need to be at his billionaire companies all the time, so he spent much of his time in his house after the trip to visit all the ten companies across America. He decided to live in his own house for some moment.

Soon, Angela showed up in Matt's life again with a plan B inspired by Cathrine where Kate, a young sick poor maid becomes their bait.

END OF PROLOGUE

Kate's POV:

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"I can't marry you. Don't even think of marriage right now, Angela..." His cold voice slid through the partially opened door. Before he could end the sentence, I had already knocked and entered.

"Did I give you any permission to come in!?" He rudely roared at me.

I thought the other maids lied when they talked ill about him. I experienced it for the first time. "How would I manage to work as his personal maid if he would always shout at me?" I asked myself while I stepped back to knock again. This time I possibly waited for a response but he nevermind.

"You and I know that I don't love you and never will! No! No! Don't come here, please. I need to rest, I'm damn tired." He echoed in his room.

I didn't know the lady on the other side of the phone but that was just bad. I felt sad for the person this handsome man didn't value. I wished I could help but it wasn't my business.

I still stood there as I was waiting for him to end the call. The next sound I heard was a glass being smashed. I just didn't understand what was going on and what I had gotten myself into. "I quit job this month; I ain't moving to the next," I whispered and raised my hand to try the last knock.

"You can come in now." He finally approved.

"Good morning," I greeted and posed as my right hand met the left at the back of my waist.

"Why did you do that?" He asked instead of replying to my greetings.

"Did what, Sir?" I inquired with my unusually low note.

"How could you possibly bang into my room without my permission? That's unprofessional." He scolded and sat on his bed looking angry.

"I'm sorry, the door was partially opened so I thought I merely needed to knock and enter," I replied. That was my excuse and nothing much.

"Ha.ha..ha," he laughed hard and clapped. "You sound childish, ridiculous, and funny. How old are you?" He continued and asked. The anger loosened from his face for a moment and appeared again when he stopped laughing at once.

"I...I..am..23," I answered politely as I tried to control my emotions. My heart disease despised bad feelings. Looking at the look on his face, my hand began to tremble.

"You can only do that at an office, not in my room. How did you get the opportunity to work for me? That head maid did not do a good job by selecting you. I wish I were here to do my own thing!" He angrily suggested and slapped his face with his palms.

"S..sir... I'm so..sor...I'm sorry. I won't repeat that." I promised.

He raised his head and looked into my face again. This time, the anger had faded away.

"Hey, what is wrong with you?" he questioned. I had changed the positions of my hand. I was holding both in front of me. This way, I would accumulate more stamina before my heart takes me down.

'Tell him you are sick, this is the chance for you. My senses sounded in my ears but I did not want him to figure I'm sick because I didn't want to lose my job either.

"You are trembling, are you afraid of me? Look, I'm not mad at you. This is your first time meeting me in my space and...just forget about it and clean this mess," he suggested and pointed his finger at the mess.

He had smashed his phone on the floor breaking the screen into pieces.

"Have we met?" he asked as I knelt to pick up the broken glasses.

"Ermm, I'm sorry. Not really. This is my first time meeting you, Sir." My heart began to pound, as I started getting wet as well. What the fuck is wrong with me? Getting wet in this situation? I asked myself.

"Why do you keep calling me Sir? Call me Matt. I love my name." He requested and leaned in his chair

"Alright, Sir. Oh, Matt," my tongue slipped. He was staring at me as I continued picking each piece from the polished white floor.

"Do you understand the word love, Kate?" He whispered looking at me and waiting for an answer. He lifted his eye brawl and brushed his hair with his hand.

Everything he did and said turned me on the more, and my heart responded to it.

I nodded simultaneously and watched his handsomeness. I understood the reason someone was dying for him. No woman would not love such a handsome rich man. His eyes were so bright as the day and his hair covered his forehead.

"So tell me, have you been in love?" He requested. How could he possibly ask me such a question? I knew perfectly well he wouldn't need me, a maid like me."There's this childhood friend I love, but we've not met each other in 16 years now. I'm waiting, tell me what love is. Do you think she has moved on or she's looking for me?" He continued.

I felt shy to tell him. If I fall in love, I may die. This condition didn't need love right now. I actually didn't want to end up like my mother and just like how he was treating someone on the phone in the name of love, I cannot stand that. His eyes were still glued to mine while I just knelt there. He was eager to listen to me.

"I...I...what, love someone. We share the same story."

"Are you trying to lure me? hahaha." he laughed. I also has someone I loved, but something came up and we never saw eachother again. If I meet him again, I may love and I don't, I won't love anyone.

Suddenly, someone knocked at the door and entered just as I had done earlier. She was in a beautiful green stray dress that matched her elegant footwear. She took off her glasses and dropped her bag on the bed. "I bet she's damn rich!" She was very beautiful and older than I was. For some moments, both of us were mute.

"Angela!?" Matt called, stood up, and faced her.

"Good morning, handsome."

She rushed in to kiss him before she greeted him. My eyes popped out as she did that.

"Excuse us, maid." She ordered.

"You don't work for her. You follow my orders, not hers." Matt also protested.

The rage took over his handsome face again. I was caught between some random love seeker and my boss.

"Please, I need to get the vacuum sweeper." I gave an excuse and stood up.

"You knew one was there all these while but you chose to do it with your hand. Continue with it, you are not going out." Matt still insisted. The situation was unbearable.

"Wait, what? Did you break your phone? Was it the slam I heard before the call was cut?" she inquired. Her face dropped and tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"Yeah, I did. I think we talked about it. We had a deal and now, it's over. Just get over yourself. I warned you, but you agreed, Angela. I can not get married!!" Matt concluded as he directed her to walk out.

I could not bear the situation anymore. I just wanted to go out. If Love had done the same to me, I don't think I would survive. His actions toward Angela were motivating me not to fall in love with my health conditions, or else I may die.

"They are cutting my hand." I interrupted again, hoping my permission to go out would be granted.

He looked at my face and down at my hands to confirm.

"Alright, but come back. I got another task for you." He finally allowed me.

Immediately I dumped the pieces; I returned to peek at them.

"You can't force me to love you, Angela. You are a beautiful woman, go out there and get yourself a man." Matt spewed out.

I seriously didn't know why I wanted to hear more.

"What are you doing there?" I heard a warm strange feminine voice behind me, asking. The voice shocked me to my inner core. My head hit the door open wide and I sat on the floor causing all eyes to be on me. Being inquisitive is not the best. I said to myself.

Chapter 2

SPY ON HIM

"Who are you?" I turned to look at the old woman and asked. Her dress was just like what I'd seen on television. I had never set my eyes on one physically. She looked at me as I was on the floor.

"Catherine!!" Matt yelled looking surprised and naive.

"I will need to talk to you right after this session." She looked down and whispered to me.

"What are you doing here!?" Matt asked.

"I...Sir...no...Matt..." I trembled again as I tried to answer.

"I'm not talking to you Kate, I mean Cathrine." He intervened and signaled me to get my ass off the floor.

Angela ran to hug Catherine and cried. She was old enough to cry that way. Tears fell profusely as she could not control them. Immediately her eyes met mine, I looked in a different.

"You've changed Matt, I didn't bring you up this way. This is a disgrace," She said and patted Angela. "You call me by my name, you ask me what I want in your house and you make your wife cry. Who does that, Matt Coleman?"

All this while, I didn't know what to do. I wished Matt had dismissed me but he just allowed me to wait. I just stood there like a soldier waiting to be dismissed or shifted.

"...I'm sorry Mom."

"Perfect!" she swiftly interrupted and adjusted her transparent spectacles.

His mother! No wonder she wore such an expensive dress. I wouldn't have known if they had not said it. Their physical appearance? They absolutely had nothing in common.

"And what did you tell my lovely Angela?" She questioned Matt who looked angry and confused.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll join you." He suggested and both of them went out leaving me there.

He looked at my face for some time, sat on his bed, and buried his face in his palms.

"What are you waiting for?" He finally broke his silence.

"You asked me to return," I answered back.

"Prepare me some breakfast. I'm angry and hungry." Matt requested.

"I did that already, please." That was the reason I had come to his room. I had come to call him for breakfast so that I would clean his room while he took breakfast but it took a sudden turn.

"It's cold, prepare another one."

"I'll do just that, Sir." I couldn't just call him by his name. Besides, he's my master. He smirked at me but I ran out to the kitchen to get his breakfast ready. The pressure was reduced only for a few seconds. As I prepared the breakfast, I planned on leaving work as well and my mother's critical condition also jumped.

"Your mother is unhealthy, huh?" a voice echoed in the kitchen. I turned to find the person but the door was just ajar, no one stood there. I thought my imagination was controlling me now. "I'm here." The voice said again.

"Awch, you scared me." I whimpered when I turned to see Angela right behind me. "How did you get in?"

"You never closed the door. I heard you talking all alone. I couldn't miss a single word," she giggled, "So you are his maid and you are sick. Don't you think he wouldn't prefer a sick person to work for him?"

She asked and took the knife from me.

"I'm not used to going to the kitchen, this is my third time in one." she gave up

Upon several trials, she couldn't cut a single slice of onion. I wondered what kind of woman she was and how rich she might be.

Her question lingered in my mind here and there. I couldn't hide or run away from it. She made me feel culpable.

"Definitely he wouldn't like it. Please don't tell him," I pleaded.

"Then let's make three deals." She requested in return."I overheard your mother's condition as well. I'm ready to give you all the money you need if you complete all tasks. Should I call it a contract?"

I guessed that was my dream come true. I didn't think they would be hard nuts to crack. I stupidly nodded and nodded like a child agreeing on sweets.

"Yeah, I'm ready," I announced respectfully.

"So first, spy on Matt. Know where he goes, the ladies he brings home, and his girlfriend; to be precise his LOVER. Next, we will talk about it when you are done with the first one."

I get confused sometimes. Spying on my master? I didn't even have time for that. I came to work exactly at 6:00 AM and closed at 7:00 PM. What if he goes out at nine?

"Here, that's my contact, it's a simple task." She put my phone back into the pocket of my apron.

"I'm not doing this, it's kinda...."

"Alright, you lose your job now and a $20,000 premium..."

"Hold on, I'm in. What's the third?" I finally accepted out of fear. I didn't want to lose my job or the money, and mostly, I didn't want to quit seeing Matt.

"The third is, prepare this breakfast and let me serve him." She requested a simple thing at last.

I rushed to prepare it my way, my recipe. At least, it would taste new for him. That way, Matt will think she actually did it.

"That was a nice conversation and agreement, maid." Matt's mother came in applauding. "Don't be overwhelmed. I was on the phone with her all this while. Just be a good girl and do the first task. It's very important. You see, it's formidable to love and receive hatred as payback."

She explained, dropped a file and gave me a pen to sign.

I did not know how to reply. Just for that instance, I began to recall who she was. This was not my first time meeting her. Her wrinkles were unusual and pretty so she's that type, everyone could recall if they had met her.

"Why are you looking at me that way? JUST sign." she investigated.

Yes, she was that woman I begged for some money to get some drugs. She turned me down and asked me to look for a job. That way, I wouldn't be begging. She didn't know I was fired that month and didn't have any leftovers to feed and get drugs for myself and my mother in particular.

"No, maybe on TV."

"You watch my shows? Women Of Heart? oh great but that's not what I'm here for." she stepped forward and whispered into my ear "Let this deal be a secret."

Angela picked up the food and went out after I had finished signing. A few steps ahead, Matt's mother went afterwards.

We are five maids in this house, why is this happening to me only? I just started working here two weeks ago after I was fired last month from that company. "Maybe, I'm just a bad luck no one would wish for. How can I be a spy? I did even ask what they were going to do to the lover I'm to spy on." I hated myself for taking on such an ominous task.

Well, if I were Angela, maybe I wouldn't agree to this breakup. He's everything. In the beginning, he was rude and within a few seconds, he changed his behavior towards me. "He nearly tasted my heart." I chuckled, sat down, and leaned my back against the cabinet. All I sat there doing was thinking about Matt and smiling. "Hey lady, you don't deserve him. Stop dreaming!" I snubbed out of it. They were indeed dreaming.

"Hey, Kate. What are you doing all alone?" The head maid came in questioning. "I love the fact that you are not crying but smiling and giggling all alone, did you receive an advance salary?" She joined me on the floor where I sat and laughed hard.

"I'm just thinking about something, ma'am." I wanted to start a conversation with her so I answered with due respect.

"Do you know why I employed you without asking for further details, Kate? Most educated ladies and beautiful ladies like you wouldn't work as maids. You are a distinct lady among them. Keep it up but why were you fired from your last workplace?" She asked, answered her own question, and asked a different one. This time, she needed my answer.

"I took my mother to the hospital and arrived there very late. That was mean but what could I do? I worked diligently at the C.O.L.E COMPANY as a sales assistant and...."

She broke into laughter again, before I could make a complete sense of my answer.

I didn't know why but I also laughed and put my head on her lap.

"Wow, this is amazing. You get fired from a man's company and work for him in his house??" she poked her eyes into mine. I didn't understand what she was talking about. "You seem confused, don't you?"

"Wait, hold on. Do you mean C.O.L.E belongs to Sir?" I tried to understand the situation better.

"Yeah, that's what I mean. Moreover, you are the only maid who can go to his room. You work for him only. You should always be by his side. But, who fired you?" She elaborated.

"The manager did. That woman hated me. I worked under pressure always, it's fine she fired me."

My phone rang, it was an unknown number so I didn't answer. I didn't usually do that. But the person kept calling and calling. Upon several rings, Headmaid took my phone and tried to scold the caller but she stopped in the middle.

"Kate, we have a problem. Your mother was rushed to the hospital." Head maid, Patricia let out.

"Again? What...aww...what am I going to do?" I broke into tears. The news shocked me. I wasn't ready to hear this. I had given her some drugs before coming to work.

"You need to go, I got this, my love. Use the other exit. Hurry up." She rushed me outside and showed me the exit.

I thought of my mother, and mostly importantly how I regretted signing that contract. it was stupid. Personally, I could feel myself wanting this man I had met few hours ago. I hope I don't be that woman's enemy.

Chapter 3

Mother caused me pain

Matt's Pov:

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"Why the sudden care and love, Mom? I know you. I know how you brought me up, how the pain you caused me when I came to stay with you. Now, after my father died, you intend to love me??" I sobered and hit my hand against the table causing other maids to peep at me.

"That's the mistake I want to clean, Matt, I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing all these years. That's why I want you to marry Angela, she's a good woman and wouldn't do that to your children. Come on, Matt." She also cried, "Come on, finish up your breakfast, and let's talk outside." She continued and went out.

I could hear her crying harder. I had never seen her this way. Not even when my father died. She brought me up the hard way. I remembered when her son went to school, I stayed in the house.

I walked into my room and banged the door loudly.

"She never let me play with her son, my stepbrother. He also didn't want to play with me. I managed to live with them that way. It's crazy. The only thing she allowed me to do with my brother was just the martial art lessons. Whenever the master came around, he would sneak and give math and English story books. Growing up, I acquired the rest for myself!! FUCK!" I cried louder and pushed a flower pot on the ground.

After that, I realized I was doing an apostrophe talking to my father's portrait on my wall.

"Yes, you caused it. You were fucken rich. You abandoned my mother and me and came back for me after my mother had died. You made me lose my mother, my lover, and life happiness." I let it all out, all! I couldn't hold it down. I went into the washroom and took my shower. I knew my mother was waiting for me outside but I didn't give a damn.

The broken glasses weren't there when I returned."Kate!"I called out but no one replied. I guess she heard me pour out my anger and didn't want to sink into it. But I wasn't going to do that to her.

"Why was I treating her differently??" I questioned myself "Hell, no, I'll treat her like everyone else. Let them call me rude or arrogant, I care less."

Sitting on my bed undressed, Angela came in.

"Can I help you with something?" She asked. Her eyes moved around and her breasts were brandishing in my sight. They were attractive but I didn't let her seduce me that way.

"Yeah, I need something." She rushed again as she had done earlier.

She just touched me and began rubbing her hands around my face and chest. She pushed her head forward to land her lips on mine but I dropped back giving her the chance to lay on top of me.

Amazingly, Kate's face began to play in my head. I shook my head and took a deep breath. "Kate looks really familia," I said to myself without opening my lips.

"You didn't ask what you can do for me, Angela. I need you to excuse me for a moment, I'll join you and my mother later." I concluded and pushed her to the other side of the bed.

"Really? Okay, my love. I'd be waiting for you." She kissed my cheek and headed outside.

"Oh God, what did I just do? I could have fucked her, it's been a while since I had sex: three days ago. But it's also somehow good I didn't fuck Angela."

I stood up and dressed decently and went out to meet them.

"Hey, boy..."

"I'm not a boy, I'm a man. Please respect that." I threw a hard one at my mother. I wanted to make her angry so she left the house but to no avail.

"You're just 26, Matt," she detested and folded her arms, "You're just a boy, but if you wish to be called a man, I can't agree less."

"Perfect!" I word-shot her with her own word bullet she had used earlier.

She tilted her head left and right.

"We came here to give you a surprise welcome and invite you to the family's party. Since your father died, we've not met and they need to know you're his heir. But you brought in another issue," my mother, Cathrine, said politely.

"I didn't bring in any issue; you brought it in, then, you did." I still held them in my heart. I wasn't ready to let go until the cup was finally empty.

She ran to hug me and cried. She was good at crying at this moment. Maybe, she picked a course on it.

"Your father lied to me, he told me how you and your mother hated to see me and how you wish to see me dead and gone, even when you never knew me."

" Who wishes a good person dead? How could Dad positively in his right sense tell you this? Oh, no, I don't recall talking to him about you." I hugged her back. The anger had decreased a bit but I didn't take all she said into consideration. "Why did he say that?"

"I looked for you when you were much younger, let's say around 3 years. That was when he broke to me that he had a son. I told him to bring you in but he refused until you turned 10. Your mother didn't like me, but I wasn't happy to hear about her sudden demise." She explained further to cool me down.

"When is the party? And what is the dress code?"

She stepped back and hugged Angela too.

"This is not a happy party, it's kinda mixed feelings. Women will have red, and men, black," she answered and threw herself in her car, "Goodbye, I need to leave. I have to fetch something from my office before noon. You guys should have fun. Matt, take good care of her, and Angela, I hope to see you at the party. The date is scheduled as usual," she sped off leaving Angela behind.

That party was organized mostly whenever my father returned from his trips. He would go all around the world visiting his companies and return home every five years. How could he have time to show us some love?

"It's you and I," Angela whispered.

I wasn't ready for any games, or romance. I didn't want to kiss her, touch her, or talk about SEX. She seduced me with her eyes from all angles but I wasn't interested.

"Look, you are older than me and I don't think this relationship will survive. You're 8 years older than I am. Please forget about me, Angela. I love someone else! Yes, it's crazy but I love someone else..." I pinched her with my words but it looked like she wasn't ready to give up. "How about paying you off again, just don't step foot in my house again. How much do you want...?"

Before I could end, I had caught her flying hand in the air.

"Let go of me," she chuckled.

I threw her hand behind her and turned back to go to my room without saying a word. She tried to slap me!?

"Matt! I'm sorry. Those words hurt, I didn't mean to slap you, I was just scaring you, please," she pleaded but I didn't stop.

"Do me a favor, Matt," I turned to hear the favor she needed, "drop me off at my house, please..."Finally, she requested to leave my house.

"I'll let my driver do just that..." I offered

"No, I want you to do it yourself. Just this little thing, Matt. I've helped you before, remember?"

"Fine, fine," I accepted and drove her out.

She played music and did whatever she wanted but I never uttered a word till I dropped off.

"I don't want to see you around!" I commanded and sped off. I didn't wait for her to say anything.

That breakfast tasted different and something not new. It's been a while since I tasted that and they say Angela prepared it?

"Thank you, Sir," Kate appreciated as someone dropped her in front of my house. She ran inside and didn't have time to watch back to see me.

"I think he's her boyfriend. Is that why she gave me no answer when I asked? This is intriguing?" I contemplated with myself in my car. I tried to see the man who drove that expensive car but he sped off before I could stretch my neck. I just wrote the car plate's number down. "For the first time, I felt jealous!" I confirmed.