CONTRACT MARRIAGE ( Mafia Lord And Lady In Disguise)

"Mama!! I don't want to get married. I don't want to be committed," Alexander said. His grandmother, seated in a wheelchair, gazed at him with a stern expression. "But I need great-grandkids, and you need them to inherit your wealth. This is for us, Alexander. You know better than I do that you really need kids. You're the last heir to our lineage. If you don't, who will?" Alexander frowned, sensing an ultimatum. "Come on, you're not forcing me to make a choice, are you?" His grandmother's expression softened. "I'm just showing you reality, dear. If you need guidance, I'll lend a helping hand." Alexander's eyes narrowed. "You can't mean to be threatening me?" His grandmother smiled, her eyes locked on his. "Is that what you call it, son?" Alexander's unease grew. "Well, if you say so, then so be it," she said, adjusting herself in her wheelchair. "Your wife—to-be will be waiting at DeCanta's Court on Saturday at 10 a.m. I'm sure you know the place. Please be prompt." With that, she rolled her wheelchair away, leaving Alexander feeling trapped. "A deadline, I want you to play informant for me," said the lady in the black velvet gown. "For what price?" asked the lady in the black hoodie and denim trousers, raising an eyebrow. "You know, Deadline, this is your field, and you have no other option," the lady in the black gown continued. "Denmark and The Bullion are searching for you, and there are those willing to sell you out. But if you trust me, you'll gain significantly. We both know that." She took a sip from her drink, her eyes locked on Deadline. "What makes you think I'm fit for this damn work?" Deadline asked, her voice laced with skepticism. "I love gaining on both sides," the lady in the black gown replied. "And my offer isn't intimidating, is it? You're a stray dog, but that doesn't give me leverage to bargain with you. You always side with the winner, and soon, you'll have a new master." Deadline's gaze narrowed. "I'm that dog who always survives," she said, her voice dripping with determination. "Ten million dollars," said the lady in the black gown. "Ten million dollars? What's that?" Deadline asked, standing up. "Money, of course!" the lady in the hat replied, sparking laughter in the room. "You could rent this whole place for an hour. What's seventy million dollars?" The lady in the hat exclaimed, "What!!!!!!!!!!!!" as Deadline chuckled. "A hundred million dollars," Deadline said, staring defiantly. The lady in the hat smiled. "A hundred million dollars. I'll give you a hundred million dollars." Deadline turned, her eyes locked on the lady. "Very well then." She extended her hand for a handshake. "Consider the work done. I'm always at your beckon. Once the job is done, I'll leave." "See you in Decanta's Court by 10 a.m. on Saturday morning," the lady in the hat said, walking off. "Sure, see you there," Deadline replied, taking a sip of her remaining drink before leaving. At Decanta's Court, people wore mostly black, as it was an official marriage venue. Deadline sat gracefully in the hallway, waiting for her supposed husband. Alexander walked in, spotting the lady in the hallway. The moment he set eyes on her, he knew she was his supposed wife. Time passed, and soon they finished the marriage ceremony. Alexander handed the certificate to his wife, who took it, placed it in her bag, and smiled before walking off. "What was that?" Alexander asked, shocked. Outside, Alexander saw Deadline's aunt, husband, and two other family members discussing. Without delay, he drove home, exhausted. Upon arrival, he saw Deadline talking to his mother. Though shocked, he hid his emotions and walked upstairs to his room. After some small talk with his mom, Deadline was escorted to her room by the old lady bodyguard. Inside her room, the bodyguard closed the door. Minutes later, a knock came, but Deadline ignored it. The knocking persisted, but she refused to respond. "Ma'am!! Master Alexander has sent for you," a tiny but steady voice said from behind. She sighed and headed for the door, opening it to find a teenage girl. The little girl stared at her, surprised. "Do you know me?" Gem asked, surprised by the girl's gaze. "No, I don't," the teenage girl replied, facing downward. "Why are you still here?" Gem asked. "It's just that... Master has sent for you, and he's waiting," the girl said, staring up. Smiling, Gem asked, "You want me to follow you this instant?" "Ma'am, it's not exactly how you put it, but since Master has sent for you, he must be longing to see you without delay. I would appreciate it if you could allow me to escort you to his chambers," the teenage girl said with a bow. "Okay, I'll see him in thirty minutes," Gem said. The girl nodded and ran off. Gem wondered, "What if he wants s*x?" She hurried to arrange her belongings, took a bath, applied a face mask, and light makeup. As she applied body lotion on her legs, the door flung open, and Alexander walked in, his face twisted in anger. "You can't knock or do you lack hands?" Gem asked being a bit irritated "Of course, I do have hands," Alexander replied, tearing off his shirt buttons. Gem stood up, alarmed. "I beg your pardon. Ain't ready for all this drama," she said. "I hate your guts, your confident look. I hate it so much," Alexander spat. He rushed to the door, locked it, and approached Gem. "Wait!" she said firmly. "Let's sort this out. I'm on my period. We can have fun some other time; I'm not ready," Gem said convincingly. "Like I care," Alexander said, continuing to undress. Gem slapped him angry at his nonchalant attitude "What's wrong with you? Can't you see I'm not in the mood?" Alexander retaliated with a harsh slap, pushing Gem onto the bed. "I hate being dared," he growled.