Agreed
1280 Words
IZZY
Stepping out of the ICU, I found Mr. Khan waiting outside. I informed him that I was leaving before walking away.
I hailed a taxi to the café where Roshan had proposed the contract marriage.
I know you must be wondering why, but I have no other choice. I can’t let my aunt die—she’s all I have.
The drive to the café was a blur. When the car finally came to a stop, I paid the chauffeur and hurried inside to retrieve Roshan’s business card, which I had left behind.
When I reached the table where we had sat, it was empty. The waiters must have taken the card when they cleared the table. I approached one of them and asked about it. He directed me to the manager, who had taken possession of the card.
“Good day, I was directed to you by one of the waiters regarding a business card that was found on table four earlier today,” I said to the manager.
“Oh yes, you can have it,” he replied, extending the card to me.
I took the card from his hands with a grateful smile.
Taking a few steps away from the manager, I dialed the number on the card. It rang once before being immediately answered.
“I knew you’d call,” Roshan said on the other end.
How pathetic—he places me on a chessboard, ready to make his next move.
I swallowed, pushing down my resentment. “I’ll do it.”
I could feel the smirk spread across his face, as if he were standing right in front of me.
“Good,” he sneered. “I’ll send my driver to pick you up.” His voice was cold.
With that, he ended the call.
So much arrogance for one man. He didn’t even ask for my location.
Oh, my bad—he’ll figure that out too.
I took a seat at one of the tables in the café, waiting patiently for Roshan’s driver.
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ROSHAN
I knew she would agree—she had no choice.
She needs money, and I need a social appearance to convince the investors that I am capable of leading Armen Corps without any doubts.
I pushed back from the desk and got to my feet, making my way to the safe.
Knowing she would accept the contract, I had it prepared before approaching her—saving myself time.
I have no time to waste, given the urgency of my situation.
I leaned over to the desk phone on the side table and called Jason, my driver.
After one ring, he picked up. “Come to my study,” I ordered before hanging up.
Within seconds, he was standing in front of me, his hands behind his back, waiting for my next command.
“Pick her up from the Sudan Café on Besley Street,” I said, showing him a photo of her on my phone.
He gave a curt nod and left.
I already knew she was at the café. I had eyes and ears everywhere—her location was never a problem.
Just as I was about to sit down, the door swung open without warning.
It was Jordan.
His nerves were as sharp as his words.
“Have you spoken to her?” he asked, making himself comfortable on the sofa.
“Yes, and she agreed.”
“Poor lady, what a shame she has to be the wife of the most callous businessman in the city,” he sneered.
A smirk spread across my face as I watched him spin the globe on my desk.
I took a seat on the sofa opposite him, letting his words sink in.
‘Callous’ was an understatement for how heartless I had become. But there was nothing for her to worry about—we would only appear in public as the perfect couple, nothing more.
“Finally, I get to purchase an embroidered suit for your wedding,” Jordan scoffed.
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” I sneered, getting up from the sofa to grab a drink.
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IZZY
Thirty minutes later, a man in a sleek suit and a well-fitted tie approached me.
His gaze was fixed on mine as he asked, “Are you Miss Isabelle?”
“Yes, I am,” I answered.
“Mr. Armento sent me to pick you up,” he said.
I gave a curt nod and grabbed my purse, ready to leave.
Outside the café, I followed the man’s lead and got into a white Rolls-Royce Phantom.
I slid into the back seat as he held the door open for me—what a gentleman.
In my entire life, I had never seen such beauty. The interior screamed wealth, a perfect blend of luxury and sophistication. Soft leather seats cradled me in comfort, their ivory hue pristine and smooth beneath my fingertips.
“All good, ma’am?” the man asked as he noticed my gaze roaming over the car.
I responded with a nod.
The engine purred to life, and the car glided forward.
The drive was smooth and calm, but my mind couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty.
A contract marriage to the father of my unborn child—how much of a joke could my life be? I needed this for my aunt. If not for her surgery, I wouldn’t have agreed to it.
My stomach rumbled—I needed to eat.
“I’ll get something to eat on my way back,” I murmured.
The growl intensified, as if my intestines were being sucked out. I tried to endure it, but the pain became unbearable.
In desperation, I yelled, “Please stop the car!”
The chauffeur gave me a curious glance before pulling over.
“I need to eat, please. I haven’t had anything yet.”
The chauffeur looked surprised. He pulled out his phone and made a call.
My gosh, I just need to eat—it’s not like I’m running away.
“Sir, she claims to be hungry and needs to grab a bite,” he said over the phone.
From the word ‘sir,’ I already knew who it was—Roshan.
“Okay, sir,” he responded before ending the call.
“Ma’am, you will have to wait until we reach the mansion to eat. We’re only a few streets away.” Without waiting for my response, he started driving again.
I was pissed, but what could I do? I had to bear it.
“What if he finds out about the child?” a subtle voice in my head whispered.
I can’t let that happen. He’s not man enough to marry for love but instead arranges a contract to fool everyone—why would he be a good father to my child?
No matter what happens, I won’t let him find out.
He would take my child away in the end.
My wandering thoughts distracted me until I suddenly realized we had arrived at his mansion.
The chauffeur’s opening of the door brought me back to my surroundings.
My jaw dropped at the sight of the mansion before me. The sheer size left me dazzled—how could one person own all this?
“Welcome, ma’am,” a tall, well-built man greeted as he approached.
I gave a curt nod and followed him inside.
The interior was breathtaking—the gold-designed chairs and tables, the brightly colored aesthetics—everything was dazzling.
He led me to Roshan’s study and left.
I found myself alone with Roshan and another man.
None of it mattered. My stomach grumbled again.
I needed to eat.
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