Bought By The Famous Billionaire

Chapter 3

Some strange chills ran down Mia's veins when Richard held her hand and led the way out without waiting for Eugene's response.

The only reason she could think was that he was probably a busy man. Before long, she sighted a man sitting on a gleaming Rolls-Royce hood and exuding elegance. Her intention was to bypass the man but was surprised when he came, rushing towards them.

"Welcome Boss" Kendrick greeted him, and Richard only nodded.

Mia was surprised by what had just happened. Had that man been truly Richard Brown?

"Get in", Richard's cold voice startled her and she flinched.

In a swift moment, they were already in the car as the drive began slowly.

For a while, deep silence emerged the car as Richard looked out of the car while Mia was trying to recover from the shock. Everything happened so fast within a day.

"What is your name?"

She heard the man beside her ask, and then her lips moved slowly in response. "Mia Guilford"

Richard only nodded and kept his focus.

After a long ride, the car drove into a luxurious estate and Richard stepped out. With unsteady legs, Mia managed to get out of her mouth, leaving a gap in shock…

So many cars of different names surrounded the environment, and a small pool was located in front of the building, decorated with some flowers.

Then some maids rushed out and bowed. "You are welcome. Ma'am, please follow the lead". A middle-aged woman, who appeared in the palace, the oldest among the maids, spoke.

Without much hesitation, Mia followed the lead into the estate. Soon she was led into a large room that looked like that of a princess, even though her household was prestigious, Mia hadn't seen such a room before.

"Please sit, ma'am", the same woman said. Although Mia wasn't okay with such honorifics, she complied with her.

Without wasting any time on small talk, the woman started applying makeup on her face, covering up the mess of tears on her face. Mia closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of soft tools brushing over her face. The woman painted, pulled, combed and straightened her hair properly, giving her a new look.

The woman snapped her fingers to signal she was done with the make-up.

Mia's eyes fluttered open and saw another face. All traces of tears and the slap bruises were gone, but what remained was smooth porcelain skin. So fragile it seemed that it would c***k at the slightest touch. She had perfectly colored checks, light pink lips.

Her eyes were not puffy anymore, dark-lined eyelids and eyelashes coating her eyes with long flowing black, cascaded down to her waist level.

Maybe it was just a nightmare, she thought childishly. How could she be this beautiful?

She snapped back into reality as the woman handed her something smooth. "Change into this" she said.

Mia rose from the chair and slipped the dress on. It hugged her thin body perfectly, the smooth fabric reaching the floor. The dress parted below her waist, running down her leg. She looks stunning and breathtaking.

After everything, she was still confused and was prompt to ask prompted, "What is happening? Why am I getting changed?"

"I'm sorry, but only the young Master has the answers to your questions. If you can follow me now…" The woman gestured with her hand.

Mia took a deep breath and held her dress tightly before following the woman while the maid followed.

In the huge sitting room, Richard was sitting on the large couch with his legs crossed across each other while his fingers held the whiskey glass leisurely.

Across from him was Kendrick, who sat professionally on the couch holding a brown file.

As soon as Mia appeared with the maid, Richard found his eyes glued to something and couldn't deny the fact that it's a beauty.

"Here is she, Young Master", he bowed respectfully.

That brought him back to reality, and he composed himself instantly. "Thanks, madam June. You can go"

With that, the maid disappears, leaving Mia behind.

"Have your seat, Miss Mia," Richard offered with a professional voice, looking prepared for business.

Taking another deep breath, Mia sat down slowly and expected his next line of action.

Richard snapped his fingers to signal to Kendrick, who quickly placed that brown file on the table and brought out some white paper.

Then he said, "Miss Mia, here is the agreement."

Mia furrowed her brows, and gave a confused look. "What agreement? What is it for?"

Just as he expected, Richard knew she would ask questions. It was as if she was the Queen of questioning. However, the agreement was important to him at that moment.

"Miss Mia, this is a marriage agreement. Once you sign this, we will be married officially and get our marriage certificate from the civil affairs," Richard explained sharply.

For a while, Mia got the blunt expression of the matter. What was he trying to say? Agreement? Marriage? All that wasn't clear yet and she needed some explanation.

"What do you mean?"

Richard shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He hate questions! He doesn't love to talk too much and didn't accept questions either!

Kendrick knew Richard's preference and Mia seemed to be doing what he hated the most. "What Mr Richard was saying is that you are going to be in a contract marriage, get a marriage certificate and live together till the contract is over. After that you will have a good share and go your way," Kendrick explained to the best of his knowledge.

However, Mia finds it disrespectful and ridiculous. "That is so ridiculous! I understand that my stepmother sold me out but this is so disrespectful!" She expressed her anger.

Then, an evil grin appeared on Richard's face. "Really? Ridiculous? Since your mother sold you out, initially, I shouldn't propose any contract to you. And it is also a better idea to cover up what happened last night unless you want to keep embarrassing yourself", Richard muttered sharply, hitting the nail on his head.

Everything was true! She had no right to object after being sold to him, and it was a privilege that he proposed such a contract.

Richard tapped his foot impatiently. He was tired of waiting. "Are you going to accept the contract or not?"