Trapped in contract: In love with my Billionaire Ex

Episode two

I took the contract sheet from him, my hands trembling as I glanced over the rules it entailed. I felt completely overwhelmed, unable to keep my facade any longer. Though I didn’t want to go through with this, I knew I had to sign it for the sake of my ailing mother.

“Roselle, your mother needs urgent treatment, or else she could die. Do everything you can to ensure she continues her dialysis treatment on time”, the doctor’s words echoed in my mind, sending shiver down my spine. The thought of what could happen to my mom if didn’t sign the contract terrified me.

Tracing the sheet to empty column for my signature, I sign boldly, feeling the weight of the decision settle on my shoulders.

“Good of you! My is Tristan, the CEO of Douche Enterprise,” he said, taking the contract sheet and offering me his hand. The name of the company sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it. It must be one the biggest companies in our city.

“Roselle,” taking his cold hand and forcing a smile. He proudly pulled out his phone and asked for my account details. After providing thatg I received an alert of a one million dollars within seconds.

We chatted briefly, getting to know each better. He promised to his associates to pick me up later, and I agreed.

“Oh, thanks. “Nevermind!” I winked at him and hurried out.

Rushing to the hospital, I headed straight to my mom’s room, only to find it empty. Panic surged through me until a hand tapped me from behind. It was the doctor.

“Doctor, I have a million of dollars to start my mom’s treatment,” I blurted out, handing him bundles of cash. He sighed and pushed his glasses up.

“I’m sorry, Roselle. You’re too late. We lost your mom. If you had been here earlier, she might have been saved,” he said, crushing me with his words.

My legs gave way, tear streaming down my face. My mother, my only companion since my father’s death, was gone. I was alone, except my best friend (Luca). But even Luca’s parents, prominent figures in our city, saw me as worthless.

I didn’t even get to see my mom’s body before she was buried. The doctor said she was buried on my behalf, knowing I couldn’t offer proper burial.

The doctor tried to console me, but what the contract with Tristan? I considered running away, anywhere, just to escape Tristan and my Ex, Black, but I had nowhere to go.

Running home I found out house locked by court officials. I had to pay off my mother’s debts before I could retrieve anything. Tristan’s money wasn’t enough to cover it.

I felt trapped with no way out except to accept Tristan’s offer, even though it felt like making a deal with devil.

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Three luxurious cars had come to pick me up, and right now I was in the extravagant mansion of the Douche family.

Douche family was one of the richest families in our City as it has held a remarkable position for some years now. And there were some positions in the family that were so much respected. For instance, Miss Douche. Miss Douche is any girl that got married to the first son or grandson of the Douche family. And as it stands, I was probably going to be the next Miss Douche.

" Roselle, hope you understand all that was written in the contract? I want you to play a perfect game. Deal?" Tristan spoke as he was about to walk me into his living room.

" Deal!" I nodded, feeling a bit tense. Oh, my gosh. I didn't believe I was doing this.

" Meet Roselle Parker, my fiance," Tristan introduced with full energy as we got into the living room. The living room which was full of cheers and vibes now became so quiet as they stared at me with mixed gazes. I didn't know whether I was shy or nervous, but I found myself looking down like I was looking at my feet.

" How can this be your Fiance? It's impossible," A girl barely my age, and also, Tristan's younger sister, broke silence.

" Why does she smell like a rotten mango? She is not worth your standard, Tristan. I am not in support of this. I am not even sure she has some degree. She would end up smearing our reputation on international meeting day!" Caroline, the grandmother of the Douche supported.

As if I had known this was going to happen, and may be the reason for me being so nervous. My dress did not match the standard of the Douche nor did the smell of my olive oil cream that was worth less than a hundred dollars. I had guessed they would say this to my face.

" She is my Fiance, Caroline. And I chose her!" Tristan said and grabbed me by my hand. He motioned me upstairs to Where I could drop my bags. Meanwhile, I caught bad eyes glaring daggers at me as I walked past them. There seemed to be nobody in the Douche family that love me.

" This is your room, Roselle!" Tristan said to me as we entered into a room, but I seemed to be lost in my thoughts.

" Are you thinking about what Caroline and my sister said in the living room?" Tristan asked, and I was about to nod my head in affirmation when I remembered one of the rules in the contract sheet. " No emotions else the contract would be renewed"

I wondered how an emotional soul like me could sign this kind of contract. I hope I cope. Nonetheless, in one way or the other, I blamed Black for making me pass through all these bad phases in life. If he hadn't cheated on me, I would have been in his luxurious mansion, and not here where my emotions, feelings, and worth were trapped.

" No, not at all!" I covered up with a smile and a few minutes later they called for lunch. I didn't want to join them at the dining table because I overheard, Rosemary, Tristan's younger sister, saying she would not eat at the same table as me, but Tristan forced me to join them as per the contract.

I sat on the circular dining table where grandsons, granddaughters, In-laws, Rosemary, Tristan, and some friends were seated. My eyes flanked up at intervals, examining how well these people hated me. And then it came to my notice that Caroline, was not in their seat. Where could she be? And why is she not here?

The door blasted open, and Caroline came into view with a familiar figure by her side. That was Luca, my best friend. She was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off her blemish thigh, a wine crop top, and six-inch hills. Her red lipstick matched perfectly with her brownish eyeliner, and her charisma was intimidating as her heels clicked the marble floor in seconds like a model.

" Luca!!" I whimpered, my eyes brighter than before. What is she doing here? Whatever thing she came to do here, at least, I had someone that loved me. I stood up, flashing her smile as she walked up to the dining table, but the moment she got to where I was she smirked, rejecting my hugs, and greetings.