The Contract

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The next day, Henry decided to present the idea of the contract to Clara. If she agreed, he would ask his lawyer to work on the contract documents so they could both sign. If she didn't, he would think of the next action to take. But he was determined to do everything to make her agree. Henry waited for Clara in the living room. He knew she wouldn't want anything to do with him, but there was no harm in trying. At exactly 10 a.m., Clara came downstairs. She was already dressed and even more beautiful without her makeup on, but she had a gruesome frown. "Good morning, beautiful, I trust you slept well? I have been waiting here for you, would you like to have breakfast with me?" Henry uttered, as he stood up to offer Clara a seat, but she brushed him off. Clara didn't even look at him, she acted like he was invincible, and kept going, when Henry held her hand, and tried to stop her. "Don't you dare touch me" Clara yelled, as she raised her hand and slapped him, her fingers leaving a red bruise on his face. She walked away unbothered, and Henry gently massaged his face as he went back to his seat. But he was determined to talk to her, he made up his mind to be her husband for a year, and how he was going to do it didn't matter. He needed leverage or something to entice her, and somehow he got to find out she needed money to clear her mom's debt, which was why she wanted to marry Clarence. IN THE EVENING Clara came back exactly at 7:00 pm and met Henry waiting for her in the sitting room. He held a glass of alcohol which he sipped on and a stick of cigarettes, in between his index and middle fingers. Clara didn't like the smell, so she covered her nose with her hand when she walked into the living room and perceived the smell of smoke in the air. "Welcome, wifey, I have been waiting here for you," Henry said. "I don't understand, why were you waiting for me" she spat. "As long as I am concerned and the law is concerned, you are my wife and we will keep it that way for a year at least," he uttered. "You must be crazy, I am not your wife. I only married you accidentally, but don't worry, I am ready to leave this mistake. Get the divorce papers and I will sign them," Clara said. Henry scoffed, downing the remaining alcohol in his glass, and poured himself another. He stood up gently to stop her as she was going to her room upstairs, but she slapped him harder this time. "Are you stupid? Don't ever touch me like that again" she barked, but he would not let her go. "I don't care if you slap me a million times, but you will stand here and listen to everything I have to say," Henry said, holding her hand much firmer this time. "Let me go" Clara yelled as she tried to free herself from Henry's grip. Henry let her go and she adjusted her blouse. "Alright, I'm all ears," Clara said, folding her arms, when Henry wouldn't let her go upstairs. "So, you will be my wife for one year. This is because it is very important to me that you do, it is the only way I can take over the company from my dad" Henry explained. "That is none of my business, you can be whatever you want for all I care. But you see, I will not waste a whole year of my life being married to you. I have more important and personal issues to deal with." She said, and started to leave when Henry's voice stopped her. "I will pay you 50 million dollars to save your mom's company, and an extra 10 million, for your inconveniences." He uttered. Clara laughed sarcastically. "You know you cannot pay me 50 million dollars. Both of us know that you don't even have that much, you are not that rich.” Clara mocked. “And, how did you know about my mom's company? Who told you?" Clara asked astonished. "That is not important, just accept to be my wife for a year and I promise to take care of it. All paperwork will be done, and you will get the money as soon as possible," Henry uttered, as he picked up his glass of alcohol and drank from it. "I will think about it" Clara sassed and made her way up the stairs. "Stubborn woman" Henry scoffed again, and went to sit. "See how she laughed mockingly at me, I am sure she does not believe I can pay $50 million, she even said I am broke. I can't even blame her, I don't look like a billionaire, and even my mansion isn't as luxurious. My car is also really old." Henry muttered shaking his head and continued drinking. *********** "I will do it based on my own terms and conditions, which is that you will stop smoking and drinking in this house, as long as I am here. Secondly, you will not come to my room on any occasion without proper permission. Thirdly, don't even expect me to cook, clean for you or care for you like a wife.” Clara stated. "I don't care about other things, but telling me not to smoke. How is that even possible?" Henry scoffed. "Well, that is the only way," Clara uttered. Henry thought for a while, he had so much to lose, and staying away from smoking for a short while would not be bad. “Alright, I agree. I will tell my lawyer to draft the contract, so we can both sign, then I will send the money to you." Henry said. He would do anything to get her to agree. He was desperate. Clara didn't say anything else as she left the house. "Son of a b***h," Clara muttered, as she walked out angrily. She was busy, trying to get a loan from the bank to fix her mom's company. Even though she had agreed to be Henry's wife, she didn't trust him, so she sought other ways to pay back the loan her mom owed. Henry immediately called his lawyer, Mr. Phil, who came with the documents in the evening, and they both signed. "Send your details and I'll send the money immediately," Henry said while picking up his phone. Clara was still in doubt but she sent it reluctantly. She picked up her phone to check, and her eyes widened in surprise, she couldn't believe it. She had just received $70 million. "I will be introducing you to the board of directors and to the company staff tomorrow morning. Please be ready by 8 am," Henry informed Clara as he stood up to leave. "And oh, I am Henry Smith, just in case you were wondering." He stopped and said. Clara looked at him and rolled her eyes as he walked away. But she was curious about who this Henry Smith was.
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