Give Me Back My Husband

The Contract

POV: Olivia

“Mom?” I whispered, my voice cracking. “What is happening here?” I asked. She was suddenly beside me, fidgeting, her nerves all over her face. It’s obvious they weren’t planning to tell me about his disabilities and I felt insulted for being treated like a fool.

“He wasn’t like this before,” she started, her voice trembling.

“Your father made the agreement when he was fine. He had an accident weeks ago… he lost his legs and his sight. But they said it can be restored. He will walk again. He will see again.” Her voice broke as she tried to sound hopeful.

“But Sophia never loved him. She agreed because of his wealth. And when she found out about his condition, she collected the dowry money and ran away. Your father already took money from him too, to restore the family business. We can’t pay it back. Olivia… he practically owns this family. You are our only hope.” She sobbed. I stared at her, feeling my heart shake with anger.

“You caused this, Mom. You always indulged her. And now look.” I accused.

“That little brat wants to drag my family through the mud!” Dad barked from behind us. We hadn’t even realized he walked over.

“Please, Olivia,” he pleaded, softer now. “Save me from this shame. I will forever be grateful.” Dad sobbed sadly. My brothers stood to the side, quiet and heavy with guilt and sadness. They knew this was unfair. They knew Sophia’s actions were about to destroy us. It would ruin our reputation if this news got out. It’s a stain on Dad’s legacy and I can’t allow it.

I opened the door again, needing one last look at the man before deciding. But he was already moving. Or rather, his guards were pushing his wheelchair toward me. He stopped inches away. His presence was overwhelming, his scent soft but firm, a warm mix of cedar and something faintly smoky. I tried to get back inside, but mom pushed me out roughly, dragging me towards him shamelessly.

“Dominic...” she lets out gracefully, leaning to peck his cheek softly.

“Don’t try to patronize me, woman!

Where is my wife, and what’s this I hear about her eloping with another man?” he asked.

“Oh, no...

Who would spread such lies about my amazing daughter Sophia?” mom asked, feigning shock.

“If only you could see, you would have noticed that your wife is standing right next to you, and she is ready to walk down the isle with you.” She told him, pushing me forward to stand beside him. My hand grazed his when she pushed me, and I felt shivers down my spine, making me wonder if my prude lifestyle has started affecting my brain.

The last time I’d had a boyfriend my sister stole him from me. I couldn’t bring myself to love another man because none came close to Lucas. But now, standing before this strange billionaire that would soon because my husband, I couldn’t help the way I felt for him. My body seems to have a mind of it’s own and I can’t help how I feel about him.

Is this pity?

Or am I feeling this way because I wish to screw my sister’s man, just like she screwed mine?

I felt lost in thought as I gazed at him, ogling him like a needy w***e. I did not realize I was staring lustfully at him until I felt his eyes on me again. This time, it felt so real, and I almost felt like he is also staring lustfully at me too. Then I realised that he is blind and I’m simply imagining things.

“Is she telling the truth, Sophia?

Did your wayward twin sister elope with her lover?” he asked me, his eyes staring fixedly at me as if he could see me.

“Yes, Dom. Olivia is the wayward twin that eloped with her lover. I am Sophia and I am ready to be your bride.” I lied, hating myself for allowing them use me this way. He made a sound that sounded like disbelief and I feared he wouldn’t believe my lies.

“You aren’t supposed to see the bride before the wedding, Dom. What are you doing here?” I asked him, trying to sound like Sophia. He tipped his head to look my way, but his eyes looked blank.

“Haven’t you heard?

I’m blind,” he responds sarcastically. I forgot about his condition and now I feel stupid for making a bad joke.

“Your voice, you sound a bit different and you smell different from the last time we met, too. Did you stop using the spray I got for you?” he asked, making me gasp in shock.

“It broke...” I lied again, hating myself for choosing this life of lies and deceit.

“Such a shame. It was a limited edition, and I got it specially for you. But that’s okay, you can always use the cheap ones you’re used to.” He told me, a smirk plastered on his face. It wasn’t a smile, but it was the next best thing and it looks good on him. I wonder how cute he would look if he smiled.

“Okay everyone...

Now that we are all on the same page, why don’t we go in and sign the last contract.” Mom lets out excited.

“Last contract?

What last contract!” I let out in shock before realizing that Sophia is supposed to be aware of the contract. He turned to me, his face stern.

“The contract you agreed to when you asked for a hundred million dollars as dowry, remember?” mom chuckled nervously.

“A hundred million dollars!

She took... That f**k b***h, Sop...” mom covered my mouth before I could finish, her eyes widening in shock as she tipped her head in Dominic’s direction, reminding me not to say anything about my sister before him. Good thing he can’t see. It would be such a shame if he witnessed this.

“Oh, that contract,” I let out loud so he could hear me. From the corner of my eyes I saw him looking at us, his lips curved upwards. I turned to mom furiously, but she rolled her eyes at me and walked to the drawer close by, pulling it open. She handed me a file from the drawer and I open it to see the most ridiculous contract I’ve ever seen.

“No touching, no kissing, no s*x until he says so.” That was the strict rules he wrote in the contract. I looked up at him and he had his glasses on as usual. But I could almost swear that I felt his eyes on me, as if he was reading my reaction.

“If I can’t touch you, how do I care for you?” I asked, bewildered by his ridiculous rules.

“Since when do you care about me?” he retorts, tilting his head like someone who can see.

“If you have any questions, miss Sophia...”

“No question,” I let out coldly. “Let’s just get it over with.” I told him, sighing the contract efficiently.

“Miss Sophia, you seem to have signed the wrong signature.” His PA told me, showing me a copy of the last contract Sophia had signed before getting the dowry from Dominic. My mom gasped in shock, obviously shaken by the revelation. But I remained calm and apologized, calling it a silly mistake. Good thing I’m a great artist, I copied her signature with ease, signing the contract easily.

“Now what?” I asked, my eyes fixed on those dark shades that always looks like something inside it was undressing me.

“Now put on the f*****g gown and meet me at the Isle,” he said furiously, signalling his guards to take him back to the car. His kids followed closely behind him, the girl clinging to her father while the boy walked with elegance like a true elite heir. I turned and glared mom as she smiled and waved at them happily.

“Is this why Sophia ran away, mom?

Did she leave him because of his mean attitude and weird rules?” I asked her sternly. She turned to me, the initial pitiful look on her face disappeared completely to be replaced by disdain and her usual scornful look.

“Enough whining, Liv. Just get dressed and take your sister’s place as his wife how difficult is that?” she hissed and walked away, leaving me to pounder my fate.