Love by Contract with the CEO

Chapter 6: Fear

Faith climbed into the taxi, telling the driver where to go before she quickly fell asleep. Since the baby was born, she hasn’t rested as she should have. There had been too many problems and too many issues to deal with.

When they arrived at the clinic where her father was, the driver had to call her several times to wake her up. Her exhaustion was evident in her face. After paying the driver, she went up to her father’s room and found Luis looking very worried.

"Miss, excuse me for speaking out of turn, but your father would rather go to prison a thousand times over than have you marry that man. The things they say about him are terrible. Please, think carefully."

"What would my father do if he were in my situation?"

"I understand. You are the person Mr. Miller loved the most in the world. He would give his life for you."

"Exactly. My father is the person I love most. He's the only one I have in my life, and I would do anything for him."

In the city, Faith and Joshua were important figures, so their race didn’t go unnoticed. Nearly everyone knew about it and the upcoming marriage.

Five well-armed men arrived, requesting to speak with her. Maick was among them.

"Miss Musa de Francia, it seems everything is settled with Mr. Moore. It’s good to see you again. He sent this document for you to sign. It’s a set of clauses and a contract. I recommend you read it carefully. Mr. Moore is a fair man, but he doesn’t like to be crossed," Maick said seriously.

She didn’t bother reading it and signed it immediately. At this point, nothing seemed to matter. Faith knew that once she married Mr. Moore, her life would change, though she couldn’t tell if it would be for better or worse.

Faith asked Luis to take her to her father’s house. It had been ten months since she lived there, but all her single-life belongings were still there. She left her father in the care of the men Moore sent, asking them to keep her informed of any changes in his condition.

When she arrived, the house felt strange to her. The employees greeted her warmly, as she had always treated them kindly. Faith was sweet and didn’t judge people by their jobs or financial status. Because of this, she had earned their affection and respect.

She went up to her old room, where pictures of her and Andrew were everywhere. Each photo brought back memories like daggers to her heart. For the first time, Faith felt she had lost him. She had denied the obvious for so long, her heart a masochist clinging to the idea that this was all a lie. That’s why she hadn’t completely broken down yet. She gathered all the photos and gifts he had given her and packed them into a suitcase, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t avoid the pain.

Faith decided it was time to say goodbye to that love and vowed to get revenge on Andrew and Julieth for every wrong they did to her. They had deceived her and made her pay for something she didn’t do. She suspected the story about the baby was a lie—they must know who the father was and where he was.

Julieth had managed to kill everything Andrew claimed to feel for Faith. He did whatever Julieth told him and lived only for her. Faith began planning how to make them suffer, to make them pay for every tear she shed. She wanted them to feel the same pain she was enduring, a pain that would be with her for a long time. The memory of seeing Andrew kiss another woman, treating her with such love and care, was killing her.

Out of nowhere, a question popped into her head: where was her child, who had him, and who was the father of that baby with dark eyes and a beautiful face? Those were the nurses' words. She had never wanted to think about him because she knew he wouldn’t be with her. She had given him to that unknown man she was with for the first and last time. She had only been with one man in her life, a man whose name she didn’t even know. The only thing she remembered was his scent, a perfume she had never smelled before, only twice, and it drove her crazy to think about it.

Faith lay down on her bed but set an alarm. She knew tomorrow would determine her and her father’s future.

She slept soundly, feeling somewhat at peace. Being in her own comfortable bed was a privilege.

In the shower, she let the water cascade over her body, unable to stop thinking about what awaited her, about the new life she was stepping into. She had a thousand questions, as anyone in her position would. Marrying a man she didn’t know, a man everyone feared, a man whose gaze filled her with fear and made her want to run away, a man with a cold, somber expression...

The warnings from people who knew of him worried her. She had heard about him, knew he was handsome and powerful, a man best avoided. Her father had often mentioned him, but she never thought she would have to talk to him, much less marry him.