Secrets & Deception: A Billionaire's Contract

Chapter Four - Simone

My shoulders were slumped and my eyes were cast downward as I stepped outside the station. I heaved a deep sigh. If only I had known, I wouldn't have allowed Grace to leave the house when she demanded her freedom. I would have been strict with her, perhaps all this wouldn't have happened.

She was very rebellious and considered herself the black sheep of the family even though no one had openly declared that in the family. However, she had not always been like that. Before our parents’ divorce, she had always been a sweet, gentle girl, but when our mother decided to get a divorce and left us, something had broken inside her, something both I and our father couldn’t fix. It had now landed her in the worst situation anyone could be found in – a prime suspect of a cold-blooded murder.

I had been led to another room and after a few questions by the detective, I was allowed to go. I didn’t bother asking for a lawyer because I sure as hell had nothing to do with the case. They could investigate all they wanted. I wasn’t involved. However, I needed a lawyer for Grace, and a damn good one at that. But where was I going to get the money to fund that? I was broke.

However, I had a bigger problem. I was still contemplating accepting Theron’s offer as I was getting desperate. But the question on my mind now was would Theron Michaelson accept me after finding out about my sister's arrest? I thought about what he would think if he also found out that I was being investigated for the death of a gangster?

But I had to be accepted. I needed the money and all the other benefits that came with it. I had to get the contract. I couldn’t see any other way of getting myself out of this mess I was currently in.

I walked out of the police station and got into my white sedan which I was already contemplating selling. After what seemed to be a forty-five-minute drive, I got back home. I had just brought my car to a stop in the driveway when a black SUV stopped abruptly behind me. The driver's seat door opened and a man in white shirt and brown pants got down and hurried to the other side of the car to open the door of the passenger's seat. Then the boss stepped out.

Phillip Gray is a tall and lean man in his early 30s, with a chiseled, angular face and piercing eyes that seem to bore into those he looks at. His dark hair is always perfectly styled, and his sharp jawline is accentuated by a scruff of stubble that adds to his rugged, masculine appeal.

His nose is straight and proportional to his other facial features, and his full lips curve into a charming, if somewhat sinister, smile. His eyes seem to gleam with a calculating intelligence, and his whole demeanor exudes an air of confidence and entitlement.

Phillip's style is impeccable, and he always looks like he has just stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine. His tailored suits and designer accessories scream wealth and sophistication, and he carries himself with an arrogance that is both captivating and repellent. Despite his polished appearance, however, there's a coldness to his eyes that suggests a deeper ruthlessness and a willingness to do whatever it takes to get what he wants.

“Simone. How good to see you.”

That was a lie. I thought

"We never really had our differences cleared, uhn? And we never really broke up, did we?” He said, in an authoritative accent as he walked up to me.

I swallowed hard. I, for all I care, had broken up with him. “What do you want, Phillip?”

“How are you holding on with your struggling acting career? Oh, I know things are getting worse for you, but instead, yesterday you were clinging to that rotten billionaire. You think a man like that would be genuinely interested in you?”

I sucked my teeth in anger. If there was one person I hated other than the devil himself, it was Phillip. He was still the proud gloating pig. I had no clue how I managed to get myself entangled with such a person.

“What?”

“Seriously, Simone, is that the next line of work for you? Selling your body to rich men?” He shook his head. “Listen, I gave you two options, one easy, the other tough. You chose to do the tough one, pay me my money before the end of two months or be mine. It's your decision,” he said.

My anger had reached its peak. That was it. I was going to accept Theron’s contract. “You know what? I'll pay you your money in the next three days. You just watch me. And yes, I'd rather sell my body to other men than to be yours!” I had spewed those words out in anger.

He let out a crackle of laughter that stung me. It was the worst response he could give to my outburst.

“Good luck with that,” he said as he got into his car. “By the way, I heard Grace got arrested. Now, that isn’t good for you and your failing career. I wonder what happens if it gets out to the media that Simone Miller, the rising, is involved in a murder investigation,” he said with a smirk.

“You dare not…” I started to reply, but the car skidded away before I could utter a word. How had he found out about that? My head spun. How on earth had Phillip caught wind of the case? Who else knew about it? Was he going to let my secrets out to the world worse, to Theron?

These were the questions in my mind as I stood affixed to the ground like a lighting pole. What happens to the contract now? It seems I might have to reject the contract now.

I had to call Theron now.