A Contract With A Billionaire

CHAPTER FIVE

Mr. Fred McAlister's announcement hit me like a wave. "An engagement party tonight, and a wedding in just three days," he declared, a sense of urgency in his voice.

I couldn't contain my shock. "Three days? But that's so soon!"

Connor's father nodded solemnly. "We can't afford to delay. Our enemy is ready to exploit any opportunity to tarnish our reputations. This is the only way to counter their plans and protect what's important to us."

I tried to protest, "But forcing us into a wedding won't change the fact that Connor resents me. How can you expect a marriage to succeed under such circumstances?"

Mr. Fred McAlister was unmoved by my concerns, "Maria, this is about more than personal feelings. It's about safeguarding our names, our companies. You're making a sacrifice for the greater good."

My mother, seemingly supportive, added, "Darling, dear, sometimes we have to make difficult choices for the sake of our family."

The weight of the situation pressed down on me, and I felt the walls closing in. "But what about Connor's feelings? He was about to marry someone he loves, and now he's being forced into this with me."

Mr. Fred McAlister dismissed my concerns, "He'll come around. This is for both our families' benefit. You're doing the right thing."

I swallowed hard with the way Connor glared at me. What happened wasn't my fault in anyway, but somehow he found a way to make me feel guilty for it.

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The party at Connor's mansion was like a scene from a movie – all glitz and glamour. I showed up early, wearing this fancy dress that didn't match the heaviness in my heart. Despite the opulence around me, my face couldn't hide the sadness inside. It felt like I was living in two worlds – the dazzling one outside and the real one where I'd made a choice I wasn't happy about.

Amidst the lively tunes and joyful laughter of the engagement celebration, I approached my mother, seeking refuge from the dazzling chaos. "Mom, I could use a breath of fresh air. Mind if I step outside for a bit?" Concern flickered in her eyes as she offered to join me, but I politely declined, expressing the need for a moment alone.

Wandering through the crowd, I was pulled towards an open backdoor leading to a quiet balcony that had dim lights hanging down from the roof extension.

As I settled into the atmosphere, thinking about the twist my life had taken, Sophia materialized unexpectedly from behind me. The peaceful retreat turned into hell.

"Enjoying your party?" She whispered.

I remained quiet.

Sophia, poised in an elegant gown that rivaled the night sky, regarded me with a sly smile, her eyes harboring a mixture of anger and triumph. Her words cut through the quiet air, challenging the foundation of the engagement.

"You really think Connor wants you? This engagement is a farce, a charade for the world to see. His heart belongs to me, and you're nothing more than a pawn in this game."

I stood my ground, my own gown rustling softly in the breeze. With everything in me, I tried to mask my emotions.

"This isn't a love story, Sophia. We both know that. I'm well aware of the circumstances that led to this engagement, and I'm not deluding myself into thinking otherwise."

Her laughter, a cold sound in the night, echoed as she continued her verbal assault. "You can have the title of his 'wife,' but his heart will always be mine. I am the only woman in the world that gives him what he wants. Enjoy the illusions, Maria, but don't mistake them for reality. Connor will never love you."

A surge of frustration welled within me, and in a moment of defiance, I delivered a resounding slap across Sophia's cheek. The echo of the impact reverberated through the balcony, a declaration that I wouldn't let her make me a passive participant in the situation.

"I'm not here for Connor's heart, Sophia. This is a contract, a business deal. So, keep your illusions, and I'll walk this engagement on my terms. I hate him because he hates me for no reason, that's enough reason for me to know we're only doing this as part of the contract."

Sophia's retorted came fast. "You're just a desperate woman who'd do anything for a man's attention. You're promiscuous, Maria, and Connor would never be attracted to a prostitute like you."

The words hit me like an arrow, I couldn't ignore it. Another surge of anger propelled me forward, and my hand met Sophia's cheek again, this time fueled not just by defiance but by the need to silence her voice. Her mouth fell shut and I turned and walked away.

The door closed behind me as I walked away, leaving Sophia to nurse her wounded pride. The weight of the engagement party bore down, but a spark of defiance ignited within.

Suppressing the hurt from Sophia's cruel words, I reentered the buzzing atmosphere of the party. Mr. Fred sought me out, his worry clear on his face, urging me to wear a smile, even if it were a mere charade. The importance of convincing potential enemies weighed heavily on his plea.

"Let the world see a united front, Maria," he implored, his eyes reflecting the necessity.

My mother, aligning with Mr. Fred, joined the plea, appealing to my sense of responsibility. "For our family and the company, dear, wear that smile. It's just for tonight."

With a forced smile for the sake of appearances, I linked arms with Mr. Fred as we moved toward the center. The crowd's attention shifted as Connor descended the stairs, an epitome of undeniable charm.

Mr. Fred whispered, "You're doing great, Maria. Keep it up."

I nodded, keeping my gaze fixed on the grand staircase. As Connor reached the bottom, my mother added her words of encouragement, "Such a handsome young man, isn't he? You two make a striking couple."

Caught in a momentary captivation, my eyes lingered on Connor's striking physique and features accentuated by the special suit he wore for the occasion. The conversations around us hummed with admiration for the engaged couple, oblivious to the complex feelings beneath the surface.

As Mr. Fred McAlister's voice echoed through the lavishly adorned hall, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sorrow tugging at my heart. His words painted a picture of love and joy, but my reality was a sad one. I glanced at Connor, the forced smile on my face betraying the sorrow within.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight marks a special occasion, the coming together of two souls destined for love and unity," Mr. Fred McAlister announced, and the applause resonated through the grand hall. I raised my glass, a forced smile concealing the truth behind the deception.

"Connor and Andrea, a match made not just in heaven but a fortuitous meeting that has brought immense joy to our hearts," Mr. Fred continued, and the guests erupted in applause. I played my part, lifting my glass with feigned enthusiasm, hiding the truth behind a mask of happiness.

"May this engagement signify not just the unity of two individuals but the unity of our families, our businesses, and our destiny," he proclaimed.

Amidst the applause and cheers, I maintained the mask, my eyes locking with Connor's for a fleeting moment. Love, the word echoed in my mind like a hollow mockery. I couldn't escape the knowledge that this was a charade, a performance for the world. The smile on my face masked the pain, the forced unity hiding the underlying discord between Connor and me.

The big announcement filled the air with cheers and laughter. Connor, feeling the weight of the fake joy, had already slipped away from the crowd.

Curiosity led me to follow him. I advanced the stairs cautiously, not to attract too much attention. I arrived at the hallway, taking a stroll towards his room. When I arrived, I couldn't bring myself to knock to check up on him. Somehow, I was worried about his whereabouts.

Just as I considered returning to the party, soft moans of pleasure caught my attention.

Connor's door creaked open, revealing a scene I never expected. In that room, Connor and Sophia shared a moment that shattered the illusion of our contract. I stood there, frozen, trying to process what I was seeing.

Connor and Sophia were wrapped up together, lost in each other's arms. They were completely out of clothes. My mouth was wide open as I watched.

Sophia had her legs wrapped around him, and she was clawing at his bare back. Connor was snatching her lips greedily in a kiss, and the room echoed with their soft moans.

It was like a painful painting of betrayal, unfolding right there at our engagement party. The air felt choking as I stood there, forced to witness a moment that mocked everything we'd agreed on.

Sophia, with a wicked smile, noticed me watching. She intensified the moans, deliberately making it clear what was happening.

I couldn't take it. I turned away, trying to convince myself that it was just a contract marriage, that I didn't love him, and he owed me nothing. But deep down, the betrayal hurt, and tears welled up as I faced the reality of the scene I just saw.