The Billionaire's Contract Wife

Chapter 7

Alexander's POV

My grandmother's slap sent Layla stumbling backwards, almost falling to the ground. I reached out to hold her. Confusion was etched on her face.

"Grandmother!" I bellowed. "What was that for?" I asked, my face blazing with anger.

"What are you doing with the daughter of a harlot?" My grandmother asked. Her veins were popping out of her head. She turned to Layla. "You think I don't know? I have done my findings. This was the same way your mother married your dead father!" She spat in her face. "Don't be a disgrace to this family. Just leave quietly now, you are not welcomed."

I stepped forward, my face burning with anger. "Grandmother, stop it! You can't talk to her like that, she is my wife!" He slammed.

I hate when my choices are being questioned.

My grandmother gave a cold smile. "Amelia is your wife, not her. Do you want to tarnish the image of this family? Huh! I won't have you bring a blemish on the name your grandfather struggled to build." She pointed at Layla, who just stood there, looking confused. "This lady here, is not worthy to bear the family's name!" She said and left angrily.

My cousin, Bella, stood at the side, watching the scene. Her face was down with guilt.

"Bella, didn't I told to wait? Can't your mouth just be quiet for once?" I asked, my inside was burning with anger.

"I…I…didn't…know it was someone…else." She stammered. "You said you've agreed to marry her, so I told her and grandmother.

I hissed and pushed her out of the way as I dragged Layla along.

"We are leaving this place." I instructed and she just nodded. "I'm sorry about my grandmother." I apologized, for the first time in my life.

"It's okay, I knew what I was getting myself into when I signed the contract." She said abruptly without making eye contacts with me.

Is she angry? I wondered, staring at her. Her cheeks still bore the red mark from the slap.

"Where do you think you are going to son?" My father asked, stopping me in my tracks, with his hands in his pockets, he gazed at me.

"If no one will accept Layla as my wife then there is no point staying here!" I replied, my voice firm.

"You know your grandfather would not like this. What do you expect we say to Mr Rogers? You even injured his precious granddaughter!"

"Dad, I won't jeopardize my happiness for some family ties." I bellowed and walked out of the mansion.

We entered the car and I zoomed to the villa.

The workers took her to her room at the far end of the building.

I didn't even want to cross paths with her, except I have an occasion and I needed her to go with me.

I entered my room and went straight to the bathroom.

I dipped myself into a hot bath, replaying the scene at the mansion. I have never gone against my family before.

I am well known as an enigmatic and dangerous CEO but to my family I can be the sweetest.

What came over me today? Have I always had this rebellious side in me? I wondered.

It was dinner time and I was called out by a worker to come downstairs for dinner.

I got to the dinning hall before Layla.

I waited for her as was a custom in the King's family to always wait for the woman of the house before doing anything.

I saw her alight the stairs and my mouth hung open in amusement.

She wore a short linen gown that stopped right above her knees. The gown has a V- neckline exposing her milky boobs that glistered in the light.

Her milk skin radiated under the light. I marveled at how gorgeous and seductive she looked.

Did she dress intentionality like this to draw my attention? I felt my manhood harden.

She pulled a chair opposite me and sat down gently.

The red mark on her face has cleared and my heart calmed.

Why is she having effects on me? I could remember the last time I felt this way was when Zara undressed in front of me.

I thought only Zara could make me feel this way, but this woman is doing things to me that I can't explain.

"I won't fall into the same temptation! I won't let my heart beat for this woman!" I mde up my mind.

I cleared my throat. "Are you feeling better now?" I stammered.

"Yes, I am. Thanks." Came her sweet voice.

I practically stared at her all through the meal, while she avoided eye contacts.

After dinner, one of the workers brought a parcel to my room which contained an invite letter. Mr Rogers is throwing a Gala party, and the King's family are invited, including my wife.

"Why would he invite me after betraying his trust?" There must be something he is planning. I felt unease in my body. I won't let him catch me off guard.

I dialed Larry's number. "Hey, get me the most extravagant gown in the city, and complete it with rare jewelries. Make sure it's the only type that exist." I ordered.

"Right away sir!" He replied.

Not long after, the outfit arrived, I told the workers to take it to her, and tell her to prepare for the party tomorrow night.

The next night, I was already dressed, waiting at the garage for her. The world best makeover artist was who I called to transform Layla.

I made sure we were a little late for the party to attract attention. I was so sure that no woman would beat my wife's beauty.

As the workers opened the grand door for her, her beauty, elegance and poise blinded me.

She looked like a sea goddess. Every step she took was graceful and meticulous.

Why is my heart beating fast? I touched my heart to stop it from beating fast.

As she got closer, her cologne, a mixture of mint and lavender wafted into my nostrils. I almost went crazy.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, Alex." She said, her voice cool.

"It's okay. I just got here also." I stammered.

The chauffeur opened the door to the limited edition limousine, we entered and he zoomed off.

Upon our arrival at the party, all eyes were turned on us. The guests practically stopped what they were doing, and ogled at us.

Whispers and murmur filled the air.

"Wow! I never knew Mr King has a wife." One guests said to the other.

"She is so beautiful!" A lady giggled. I love her clothes. Huh, see her jewelries!"

She held my arm tightly as walked pass the crowd.

I sighted my father who ignored my greetings.

It broke my heart, but I have no choice.

The party started and I and Layla were siping on our wine. Young ladies of her age, gathered around her, and were praising her beauty.

My face became dark when I saw Amelia staring at Layla. Hatred filled her eyes as she gazed at her like a beast would its prey.

I was about taking Layla away, when a young man in suit, tall and well built tapped me on the shoulders.

"Excuse me, Mr King. Mr Rogers wants to have a word with you alone." He said

Why does he want to see me alone? I wondered.

I couldn't shake off the feeling that something bad was about to happen.

I couldn't bear to leave her all by herself, but disrespecting Mr Rogers once again would incur my father's wrath.

I could only hope that she would take care of herself before I return.

"Alexander!" Mr Rogers exclaimed cheerfully as I entered the room. The room was dimly lit and I could barely see his face properly. "The young boy of then as grown into a handsome man!" He said, laughing hysterically.

"I had prefer you call me Mr King. Only my family is allowed to call me by my name." I said, my voice dark.

There's no time to waste here. "What did you call me for?" I said hastily.

"Calm down, son. Take a seat." I sat down obediently. "Why did you reject my granddaughter. She loves you so much and have refused to go about her activities which is greatly affecting her." He said, his voice soften as he spoke.

"I can't force myself to be with a woman I don't love." I said impatiently. I wanted all this nonsense to end quickly so I could go back to Layla.

"Why then did you marry Layla Torres? I know it's a contract marriage. You can break up with her and marry Amelia. She really loves you that was why she forced me into throwing a Gala party and invite you just so she could see you." He said. His last statement made my heart jump out of my chest.

I knew something bad was going to happen.

I stood up immediately and dashed out of the room back to the hall. And the scene before me made my inside go up in flames.

Layla was sitting on the floor, crying with her gown covered in wine. Her hair was ruffled. And her gown was torn into pieces, leaving her almost naked.

Amelia and some other ladies stood over her, laughing their hearts out.

Without thinking twice, I dashed towards Amelia and gave her a punch that sent her flying in the air. She gave a muffled sound as her body landed on a glass table and broke it to pieces.

Suddenly the hall went silent as Amelia lay down without moving.

I couldn't care less. I went towards Layla whose eyes were wide open in shock. Picked her up and led her towards the door.

Suddenly a woman cried "Is she dead?"