Billionaire's Exhibit Wife

Chapter 5- Contracts And Threats

She had awoken in a strange place...

Her hazed vision, and still weary eyes remained fixated on a corner of the wall, still trying to process how she got here at the very start.

Before she could, however, slowly fall back to her drowse, an image crossed her mind.

That of Zane looking into the distant with her so appallingly close to him. And for some reason, she has no recollection of what happens next.

She shuffled in bed, displacing the sheets without a good thought on his side given his reputation of senseless f*****g with anyone he crossed paths with.

Elora sighed in relief. Her clothes were still on... The disastrous party, their shared kiss, the stained dress, it call came rushing back to her, still uncertain of when she’d gone out like a lamp throughout the whole ordeal.

She also noticed the dark suit she’d silently commended his physique in lying at the foot of the bed.

Had Zane carried her to bed?, she pondered as an unintentional blush spread about her cheeks.

Elora instantly slapped herself away from delusion. And so what if he had? He probably pitied me... There is no definite reason to believe he cared for me.

Hell, I’d carried him to a suite when he was flat out drunk, she pointed out to herself. And she’d, beyond a shadow of a doubt, garnered no emotions for him.

Another thing she was certain of however, she had to get this daunting dress off of her.

Elora carefully slid out of the gown, it was still as invaluable despite it being ruined, she thought as she sorrowfully drank in the design that’d been wasted on her.

She laid down the dress back where she'd first laid her hands on it. Stuck now with nought but an inner wear and a dark lace undies.

Her eyes briefly roamed around the room, partially expecting another ridiculously expensive fit for the day but there had been none.

Just a white sheet of paper.

There it laid, untwisted, unfolded, seeming as though it had been fresh out of a printer. Elora reached for it, her brows now creasing at every sentence she read-

Written rules and conditions on mostly her part to take heed to.

Her blood boiled with frustration at how he had easily reduced her life from here on out to a single page.

Without a second thought Elora made her way out of there, paper in hand, she descended the flight of stairs and headed for the first place she could think of-

The parlour, where they'd first made an accordance on this ploy.

“What is this!?” she inquired a second after bursting into the expanse of a room. There Zane was, solely seated on the sofa, his eyes roaming through the newspaper.

“Good morning to you too” Zane replied, not paying any mind to the half naked Elora who’d just abruptly intruded into his peaceful reading.

“Enforceable by law and monetary damages if breached?” she read out loud "Is this really necessary!?" Elora questioned, rapidly flapping the paper in hand to both sides.

“Answer me!” she rose her voice and fiercely tramped much closer to his stead upon observing how unmoved Zane was with her aggressive approach.

“Is a contract required !?“ she stood proudly, white panties and an almost transparent singlet in view and her anger, upon reading the conditions, still clouded her reasoning.

Zane heaved a sigh and reluctantly decided to give her his time of the day. Especially having given him no other choice with all that loud, nonstop rambling.

His heart skipped a beat upon taking a look at the bare breasted Elora, her chest heaving in exasperation made it much harder for Zane to steady his eyes on her.

If he’d known he would’ve taken a look much sooner.

And then what? He thought disappointedly. Not be able to finger play one of them while the other he’d provoke with his tongue.

“After your brisk change of mind last night I decided to connoct a contract” Zane finally uttered, deciding not to address her scanty apparel.

Though he won't be able to fiddle with her parts as he had equally signed his own written agreement.

He still loved the view after all.

“One that hinders me from disclosing the truth about that night to anyone” Elora stated, troubled by the fact that she'd have to lie everyone from here on out " or how our union came to play”

Zane composed himself, every little move was accompanied with a brief jiggle of her breast.

“I have given you no condition, you set them yourself yet you choke me with all these conditions”

His eyes flickering between the n*****s that threatened to tear a hole at the seams like a sharp knife and her thighs, marked by a few lines that must’ve developed from her abrupt glute growth.

Gosh, he could not take her seriously.

Had she known this and hoped to get what she wanted by taunting him? Zane sighed inwardly... If that is the case, then it certainly is working.

“What makes you think I’ll sign this??” Elora finally posed the defying question.

But he’d had enough experience. In his line of work he’d been faced with tempting offers you just could not turn the other cheek... This was just another one of those offers.

“An alcoholic man and a sick wife under his care” Zane replied... “One overdosed and the other’s body finally caved in after all the years of fighting cancer”

Elora gasped as she, now completely hushed and gradually realizing the gravity of her situation

“Are you threatening me?” she asked, very much aware that he, indeed, was cautioning her to proceed with much care.

“Would be a shame to loose them both in one night” He replied, an indifferent glare as he indirectly gave the reply to her question.

Elora had feared him once, when she expected him to overpower her over the ruined priceless dress and he had not.

But over a paper... something that held not much of an importance in comparison, he’d revealed a darker, much terrifying side of him.

Blackmailing her over the lives of her parents.

What had she gotten herself involved in?

Zane understood she had caved in. Her silence did enough to tell him so. He reached for the pen hooked to his left pocket and tossed it to the crystal table.

The black and gold fountain pen clinked at least three times before laying still, awaiting for the hesitant Elora to make use of it.

Elora slowly leaned over, extending an arm as she grabbed hold of the instrument that would make her belong, and equally be mismatched for him.

As ‘She is to marry him’ but ‘She is not to fall in love with him’

“Take a look at this” Zane suddenly muttered in an uplifting tone once certain she’d inscribed her signature at the bottom right of the paper just as he had on his.

Elora shuddered at the command, watching him resume his read on today’s news headline.

“I don’t bite” he said, as he gestured towards the empty space beside him with several pats on the brown sofa.

If he could threaten to terminate the life of a sickly old woman, it won’t be more than him to end mine this very moment, Elora notioned with grave concern as she obediently did as required.

She had told herself to remain weary of him... And from what she’s gathered, he was probably right.

Perhaps Martha took her own life because he’d threatened her, and could not live under his constant controlling nature.

Perhaps she wanted a way out after some years, a divorce, and he’d refused to let her go and so she paved her own permanent way out ...

All were possibilities she could not overlook. Was she going to end up just like Martha?

Runaway fiancée, she read the headlines, an image of her fleeing the crime scene where the victim became the laughing stock. Martha being the runaway wife.

Zane pointed towards another, much smaller, shot, where they had both of them deep down in each others throats with their tongues.

Zane’s high, she called it.

"I've been meaning to ask" he spoke up, a part of him spooked by a reason he concurred as to why she'd publicly display affection Infront of all those people, especially since she wasn't obligated to.

Only when he'd been talking to, even caressing his beautiful mistress.

"Why did you kiss me?" He pondered, rather not beating around the bush, he added "Did you wish it were you I was caressing?"

Was she envious? So soon?, he frowned. He knew he had quite an effect on women with just his looks alone, but after Elora's refusal to sleep with him, he assumed she'd last longer than most.

Perhaps his status had been the killing blow.

"They belittled me" she muttered "Your mom thought a few thousands dollar bills would make me walk away and your mistress had addressed me with an animal's pronoun" she revealed.

She simply loved disproving them.

"You loved disproving them, didn't you?" He said, as though being able to read her mind.

he commended, something for the press to feast on for a while. Lessening how absurd their matrimonial declaration would sound to a few.

"Will she still be your mistress after..." she couldn't say it out loud. But after they do wed, would be still be f*****g her by the side, along with many others, and have her rubtheir behind doors action in her face.

"My personal business shouldn't be any of your concern" Zane reprimanded, uncomfortable with how intimate their conversation was getting

"Gather your things and bring them here by the end of the week" he ordered once more as he stood on his feet, reminding Elora of just how demanding and menacing he was.

Anything she failed to do, she feared would be taken out on her aged parents.

This was now her life., Elora notioned as she watched him leave her sight. Living in fear of her fiance... Who knows, his family may just be, perhaps more morally wrong as he is.