The Billionaire Contract Secret Wife

Chapter One - The switch

Diana POV

“Diana go get the door” my mother calls out my name from the back of the house where I'm washing down the only rug our family owns.

“Yes mama” my twelve-year-old feet cross the floorboards pulling the door open to three people standing at the door.

“Hello little one” the woman with kind eyes bends forward, “where are your parents?” she asks sharing a look with the man beside her.

“Ma!!! There's someone at the door for you” I scream behind me which is followed by my mother appearing behind me.

“And you are?” she asks pulling me to her side safely, she smells beautifully like the orange and cinnamon tea she makes and sells to the locals around our home.

“We are the Black-Woods, and I think you have our daughter with you, it seems there was a mistake,” the man beside her says.

I don't remember much from that day, but I do remember my mom crying her eyes out and the look of shock on my father's face, they asked me if I wanted to leave with them, and I took one look at my parents, and decided against it and I lived the rest of the decade with my Adopted family.

Now 23 years later, still living in poverty and barely scraping by, Dad died a few years back, Mum is sick and my sister is out of school.

Yes, I was switched at birth with another girl belonging to a high-class family, yes I decided to stay with my adopted family, No I do not regret it.

I push the door to the living room open, my mother lying frail on a sick bed, coughing out her lungs and bottles of cheap local medicine beside her bed, she no longer smells like oranges or cinnamon but she's still the loving mother she has always been.

“Hey Ma, look what I got” I send her a small smile, her cheeks has lost all the fat, she can barely move but she sends me a smile.

“Diana love, what did you buy again?” she croaks out followed by a cough

“It's your favorite chicken soup, from the restaurant down the street” I raise the bag in the air, “Where is Ava?” I ask referring to my little sister

“She's at the back, doing God knows what” she laughs slightly

I immediately pour the soup into a pot warm it up and put some aside for my mom, I grab the tray of food and head to the couch, helping her sit up on the ragged couch, I help to feed her the soup since she can't eat by herself.

“So Doctor Timothy called, he said, something about medications and keeping you in the hospital for monitoring” I turn my head slightly to her

“No, no more Diana, we spent everything to fix this illness, no more” she coughs turning to the blank spot where a TV is meant to be.

“No ma, I actually have an idea, so I found out where the Black-wood family lives, I mean I am their blood, there's no way they won't help me” I frown, “I can even work hard for it, but the faster we get your treatment started, the better”

She shakes her head, “Rich people are weird Diana, even my own daughter never came to see me all these 23 years” she says a sob pushing through

“You managed to make her cry again?” Ava walks through the door, she's a a young girl who is petite with dark curly hair and a warm smile

”I didn't do it on purpose,” I say sharing a laugh with her, together we comfort our mother but I’ve already decided on what I have to do, I have to meet with the Black-wood family and ask for help to save my mother's life.

The bus ride to the city is long and allows me to gather my thoughts

I find my way to the mansion on the card I was given by my biological parents years ago.

A heavy sigh fills my heart as I move forward I don't want to be rejected or I don't know what I would do “Don't think about it Diana” I whisper to myself knocking on the large vintage doors.

“And what can I do for you?” an older woman pulls the door open, lips downturned, a scrunch on her brows in irritation.

“I’m searching for Mr and Mrs Blackwood” the words pour out of my mouth, desperate, “I’m their daughter”

Her frown deepens, her eyes filling with realization, she must know the story, come in, the lady will be right with you.

I step into the home and I automatically feel I don't belong here, the tiled white floors are pristine and white, and the lights are flashy and bright with two couch decorations in the foyer, I’m offered a seat, and the maid disappears.

Soon a woman similar to my age wearing the most expensive clothes I've ever set my eyes on appears, she tucks a strand of her black hair behind her ears, her blue eyes rising to meet with mine “And you are?”

My breath hitch in my throat, my chest rising and falling in anticipation, this is the girl I was switched with at birth, there is no way she will let her biological mother die.

“I’m Diana, Your parents adopted daughter and you must be Indigo, my parents adopted daughter,” I say pushing my hand forward in a handshake.

She stares down at my finger in disgust, her eyes meeting with mine followed by a loud screech from her.