Shattered dreams

#3-Why me?

Damien's pov

Pulling out a gun I pointed it at one of the guys and blew his head off.

Seeing this the other guy ran away and that was when it hit me that they had toy guns instead of a real gun and i realized I could shooed them off without scaring her, it wasn't that I am sorry I killed him but I didn't want to give her a first bad impression.

Opening the car door and gently pushing her, I put her luggage in the car and zoomed off.

I got to my mansion because I have never taken anyone to my condo especially those bitches who are always perching around me like flies.

Getting to the mansion we were welcomed by Anna my maid who took her box to the guest room as I instructed.

“You should shower and eat so we can talk" I said and she nodded, I can see she is still scared and shocked.

I headed to my room, took a shower and made my way to the dining room

I met Anna at the table and when I was about to ask for her she walked out of the room and sat opposite me.

We ate dinner in so much silence that you could hear a pin drop not that it is not normal to me cause normally I hate being disturbed but it felt odd maybe because I feel she should be asking questions already but she is so mute I started to wonder if she can actually talk.

After dinner I led her to the living room and we sat on different sofas, staring at her I realized she has blue eyes but they are so pale and dead.

“What is your name?” I asked

Cla Clara she stuttered

I introduced myself telling her my name and what I do but the fact that I am a mafia though I only told her I am a businessman

“Why did you help me?” She asked

“I thought you were never gonna ask"

I am not the type to beat around the bush so I told her why I helped her

"Be my wife”

She didn't reply and for like what seems like a decade she sat there looking confused and shocked.

I explained to her why I need a wife and told her it will be a contract marriage,we don't need to love each other.

" Give me an heir within a year and I will pay you a million dollars and when the child is a year old we divorce and you have no right to the child anymore”

Still no answer came from and I was getting frustrated

I will give you three days to think about it and give me an answer

You can leave if your answer is no I said as I made my way to my room

Her next question had me questioning myself

“Why me?" She said

Turning around to face her I answered “I don't know either, I just feel you are different from those bitches and I hope I am right"

Laying on my bed her question keep replaying in my head and I still couldn't find a proper answer but I keep telling myself that it is because she doesn't look like a gold digger but someone who needs help and that we are both benefiting from this.

After thinking so much I finally dozed off and decided I was going to take care of everything tomorrow

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