Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival

Chapter 3: An Ignition

Suzanne's pov:

“We will be going out tonight so that you both can get acquainted,” she added.

“Who… am I marrying? I mean, I don't even know him.” I exclaimed, a little nervous as my breath shivered alongside my body.

“Suzanne, this is not about you, this is about Kai,” she said, holding my cheeks with both of her hands.

“We are making this sacrifice for the only family you have left, do not think about yourself for one second, we must do everything needed to secure this contract marriage.”

Then I pulled backwards. “Wait, is it a contract marriage?” I asked, quickly digesting what Stella just told me. “Yes it is, you are to bear him an heir.” my lips twitched, what a messed up man, so all he wants is an heir.

“You are to be a stay-at-home wife for the time being of producing his child and after you deliver, the child will be taken away from you while the divorce will be processed.” Stella added, looking me straight in the eye like, ‘There's no going back.’

I knew there was none, I had to save my child by all means, it was just me sacrificing my body to be used as a birthing machine, it shouldn't be more than me.

I tried to dab the tears that crowded my eyes and whipped my nose. “We need to get you something sexy to wear to the club,” she said, pulling me up.

“But… who will stay with my boy?” I stammered, not moving from my seat. Her eyes rolled sideways then she took her phone out of her bag and made a phone call.

“Marianna, the Spanish woman that lives next door to me has agreed to come and stay with him, she is a good babysitter. Am sure Kai will lack nothing.”

She then pulled me up from the chair. “The earlier we get this money and the surgery is carried out, the better for Kai.” She smiled encouragingly and we hugged each other tightly.

***

It was 5: pm when we left the hospital for Stella's house to get ready for the night. I felt like I was being a prostitute but I had to do this, it was the fastest and might be the only way I could save my son.

“I didn't ask.” she turned to me waiting for me to finish. “Who gave you this information about marrying a billionaire?” I raised one eyebrow while flaring my nose.

“Chill out girl, it's Desmond, my ex-boyfriend,” she said while smiling at me. She picked out a dress, nodded in admiration and turned to me:

“This would look perfect on you, get up and get cleaned up.” She walked to me and helped me up.

Stella was always there for me and I appreciated her, she helped me feel alive especially when I felt down, but she was a bit crazy. Especially when she was with Desmond.

“When did you guys start talking again? And how am I not aware?” I snapped at her, blinking twice in anticipation.

“Well my love, he hit me up three months ago and we've been on three dates since then,” she smiled sheepishly and turned around.

“I need to know all the details, I hope he's not…”

She turned around and gave me a pair of heels while placing one finger on my lips. “Let's save the gossip for after Kai's surgery,” she said and got undressed.

Stella didn't take long in the bathroom and I hopped in as soon as she came out. I hurriedly cleaned up well, washing under my boobs and my butt.

Soon we were ready to hit the club, but I still lacked the energy that was needed to win a man, talk more of a billionaire.

I wore a short Red dress that exposed half of my thighs. I was so uncomfortable because it was too revealing for me but I had to look my best. Stella put on my makeup and I looked amazing if I must say.

We got to the club and the broad shoulder giant welcomed us. Followed by the dim-coloured lights of the club, music, and people dancing. Some were even making out.

“Don't be so uptight Suzanne,” Stella said with a wink that pulled a fragile smile out of me. I nodded and we walked to an empty corner of the club.

My eyes roamed the room, and then it hit a familiar face. “Ummmm girl, isn't that... your ex?" I asked my voice barely above a whisper, and eyes wide.

Stella followed my gaze, her jaw dropping as we watched through the crowded dance floor, Desmond was deep in conversation with a man who exuded an aura of effortless power.

Tall, impeccably dressed, with a gaze that seemed to command attention. This man was undeniably captivating.

"Oh my God," Stella breathed, "That's Dominic Khan."

Just then I felt a shiver run down my spine. I knew the name, of course. Who didn't? Dominic Khan, the enigmatic billionaire, a legend in his own right.

I’d seen his face on countless magazine covers, his philanthropic endeavours splashed across every news channel and I think Tavon had a bit of hatred for him in the past.

As if sensing my gaze, Dominic turned his head, his eyes sweeping the room. Our eyes met, and a jolt, raw and unexpected, surged through me.

Time seemed to slow down. The throbbing music, and the chatter of the crowd, all faded away, leaving only the intensity of our gaze.

His eyes were deep and penetrating, holding a curious intensity that both intrigued and intimidated me.

I quickly averted my gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt a blush creeping up my neck, my cheeks burning with an unfamiliar heat.

"He's... he's even more impressive in person," Stella murmured, her voice barely audible.

I managed a weak smile, my mind still reeling from the brief but intense encounter.

I couldn't explain it, but there was an undeniable spark, a raw, primal connection that seemed to ignite between us in that fleeting moment. Or should I say me?

Suddenly, my gaze caught up with him again. Dominic Khan excused himself from Desmond and began to move through the crowd, his gaze fixed on me.

As he approached, the air around us seemed to thicken, the music fading into background noise. ‘Is this the man who doesn't want love but an heir?’ I asked myself.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice a low silken baritone that sent shivers down my spine.

I tried to hesitate, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But something in his gaze, a quiet intensity that spoke volumes, compelled me to say yes.

As we stepped onto the dance floor, the music seemed to fade away, leaving only the rhythmic thud of our heartbeats.

Dominic's hands found their way to my waist, his touch surprisingly gentle yet firm. I felt a jolt of electricity, my body responding to his touch in ways I hadn't anticipated.

Our bodies sway to the rhythm of the music. I felt a strange sense of intimacy as if we were the only two people in the room.

His eyes, dark and intense, never left my face, holding mine captive.

The heat between us intensified, a simmering tension that threatened to ignite.

I found myself leaning into him, my senses heightened, my breath catching in my throat.

As the music pulsed and our bodies moved as one, I felt a thrill I hadn't experienced in years, a thrilling sense of danger and excitement that both terrified and exhilarated me.

I knew this was wrong, that I shouldn't be feeling ‘this way, this was only going to be a contract marriage.’

I mentally reminded myself, but I couldn't seem to resist the pull of his gaze, the intoxicating power of his presence made me shiver on the inside.