Contract Marriage With The Billionaire

Chapter 3

Miya’s pov

I watched as he continuously twirled the rose between his fingers while laughing at something my father had said, and I felt anger rose as a really intense force inside of me. All I wanted to do right now was just go over there and give him a resounding slap across his stupid face.

First, for being rude in the mall after colliding into me and secondly, for splashing that dirty muddy water all over me.

There’s no way that extremely rude human being is the one I am getting married to, I didn’t even want to get to know him yet.

I’m very sure the hate I have for him now is deep rooted.

He lifted up his face to see who it was that had joined them in the seating room and I watched the welcoming smile he had on slowly morphed into a confused look, which also slowly morphed into a scowl.

I snarled at him as I gritted my teeth and I could see he felt the same way about me, the glare on his face right now was telling enough.

“Who is he and what the hell is he doing in our house?” I roared as I spoke, I was fuming and I’d almost pulled the gown I had on off as I paced about the sitting room.

“Why is she here, dad? who the f**k is she?” I heard him ask his father and I could hear the disdain and the anger in his voice.

“She’s the one you’ll be getting married to,” His father explained and that was the last straw that broke the camel's back, there’s no way in hell.

“That's Logan Wright.” Dad said proudly, like a parents who’s proud their child had made valedictorian.

As much as I love the smile playing out on my father’s face, I didn’t want to see it because this whole situation is definitely nothing to be amused about.

“Logan, meet my daughter, Miya Torres.” My father introduced and I and Logan shared a look as both our father’s shared theirs.

What were they expecting? That I extend my hand to him and he gives it a little peck and probably hand me his stupid rose? no way in hell.

“If this is who I’m getting married to then I’m sorry to tell you this, dad, I’m afraid I won’t be able to go through with the marriage.” I spoke as loudly as I could and my father’s head snapped in my direction immediately as Mr. Wright stood from his seat at once.

“What are you talking about, Miya? not now and definitely not here.” My father tried to plead with me but I knew I wasn’t taking more of this jerk’s bull crap.

“Why are you getting yourself all worked up?” I heard the devil say as he stood from the chair as well, making me gasp a little as he once again towered over me.

“What on earth made you think I want an immature child for a wife?” He asked and when I opened my mouth to speak, he raised a finger that somehow made me keep my mouth shut and that got me even angrier.

How dare he?

Ignoring my tantrum, Logan turned to his father as he demanded to leave, “If I’d known we were coming here, I’d rather stay home and watch that boring agonizing show you watch everyday.” he said, slightly throwing insults at me.

“She’s the one I told you about in the car that has no manner of speech.” The stupidly rude stranger from the mall explained to his dad, which only made me scoff as I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah well, no one is asking for you to stay back.” I fired back at him in anger and after shooting a glare at me, he adjusted his suit and turned to look at his father properly,

“I’m not getting married to a child, an immature one at that and also a clumsy one who just bumps into anybody or anything. She literally tripped over air.” He let out, he’d just called me a child?

I’m convinced Logan didn’t come here to get married to me, he’d come here to express his dislike for me.

“You both calm the hell down,” Mr Wright cautioned and we both grew silent for a while, “what happened?” He inquired as he stared at me but his son being who he was didn’t let me talk.

“She’d bumped into me at the mall today and had demanded an apology from me when clearly she was the one at fault.” He spoke before I got a chance too and I rolled my eyes as he father who’d turned to look at him turned back at me.

“Well, you were the one who collided into me, and you splashed water all over me. Thanks to you, I had to change my clothes.”

“I’m doing you a favor then, it’s horrible enough that I have to look at your hideous face but having your face and that dress? Not the best match, in fact, the most horrible match.”

“You stupid, egoistic bastard.” I snapped out, watching my dad wince from the side of my eyes.

He had a lot of lines that he could use in hurting just anyone’s feelings and I wasn’t left out, that was obvious enough.

It’s a good thing I’m very confident in how beautiful I looked, which made it more obvious that he’s only bluffing.

I’m pretty and even the blind could see it.

“You know what is amusing to me? How extremely immature and childish you are,” He said through a slight laugh and I couldn’t help but scoff, flipping him off.

“Because how could you be this old and still think I’ll splash water on you on purpose? Huh??” He added and I mentally checked it.

He was right, it rained heavily today and it wasn’t his fault that he’d splashed water on me, it could’ve been anyone. I hate the fact that he was right, but there was no way in hell I’d ever admit that.

“I didn’t even know who you were at that time for heaven’s sake! How could I then splash water on you on purpose?” He demanded and I rolled my eyes in annoyance at how much sense he was making.

“Well, you could’ve apologized for that.” I snapped, I know winning an argument with him is one of the most impossible things for me to do right now, but giving up isn’t an option.

“I will only apologize for that if you apologize for bumping into me with that stupid cart you were going round the mall with.” He said and I gasped.

“This is unbelievable, you’re stupidly annoying and unbelievably.” I groaned as I continued pacing about, completely ignoring him and turning deaf ears to what he’d just said.

“Quit being so childish.” He scoffed.

“Quit being an egoistic bastard!” I snapped back, glaring at him angrily.

“This conversation is over, if the marriage is with him then there’s no marriage.” I let out firmly, standing my ground and acting in a way that my father would know he couldn’t change my mind.

“Let’s all calm down.” My father tried to butt in but the stare I shot at him made him rethink his decision and choose his words carefully.

“You both are acting irrationally and based on the first impression you’ve given yourself at first sight and I understand that.” Mr Wright started talking and I pursed my lips in irritation.

“But, we could give you both some time to get to know each other again, you know, like start from the scratch and that way you can get to know each other better than you think you do.” He finished saying.

That was the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard in my life.

Of course, I dared not say that out loud but if I am to be in the same room as Logan alone, one of us will have the other's head on a silver platter.

I stared at him as I imagined how many possible ways I could strangle him to death, but still, I couldn’t help but imagine how my mugshot would be and how a criminal record would look on my credentials.

I sighed as I looked away, I wasn’t going to risk going to jail for a nitwit.

“If this is the only way then I’m sorry I can’t do this.” I said as I turned to make my way back to my room, I heard my father’s footsteps following closely behind me and he entered my room the moment I entered too.

“I know you’re mad but honey, you gotta get over it,” He started saying and the speech he was about to give doesn’t seem to be helping at all because my anger only grew.

“You know he’s our best shot and remember everything we have to lose if our company eventually folds up? I hate to be the one to put you in this kind of situation but trust me when I tell you that it’s the right thing to do.” He added and with his explanation, I felt my anger slowly subside.

“Dad, you saw what happened out there? I can’t even afford to be left alone with him let alone get married to him for life.” I explained and I saw the look in my father’s eyes.

I know how much my father loved me and my mother when she was alive, never for once have I doubted the love he had for me and just as much as I’d do anything for my mother, I’ll do anything for him too.

“I’m sorry, but if you don’t want it, I can just let them know we’ll no longer be interested in the marriage contract.” He spoke, his voice seeping through my thoughts like some sort of liquid and interrupting my thinking process.

I looked up to see as his face fell, he had his disappointed look on and I just couldn’t help but feel bad, all I’m required to do is agree to get married to Logan and sign the damn contract but here I am making things worse and getting my father sad.

“Dad.” I called in a low tone, he’d gotten to the door already and was about to leave when I called, making him stop abruptly in his track as he turned to look at me.

“What is it, cupcake?” He asked and after a while of silence, I told him I was ready to sign the agreement.

He tried not to get all teary but I saw it as he told me how much he loved me.

The both of us were walking to the sitting room to break the good-news to Mr. Wright.

“Stop being stubborn, we need this too equally, so please.” I heard Mr Wright quietly say to his son.

“I know father, but—“

“No buts Logan, do this, for Addie at least.”

I heard the sitting room fall silent as soon as we emerged, my father told them I’d agreed to it and both father’s were smiling proudly as they brought out the documents for us to sign.

“Stupid egoistic asshole.” I mouthed to him as I handed the documents over to my dad after signing it.

My dad smiled at me proudly just as Logan mouthed something back with a scoff as my dad handed the document for him to sign on. I rolled my eyes in disdain at him as I flipped him off.

How was I going to get into a contract marriage with someone I badly wanted to strangle?

How am I going to live in his house knowing we both hated each other?

How is it even going to work out?