Contracted To The Ruthless Billionaire

Olivia's pov I hate Mondays, like everybody does but I didn't expect what just happened. My boss, the aloof and conceited billionaire dropped a bombshell on my desk as if it were any other Monday while I was only two sips into my cheap office coffee. “I need a wife. And I want you.” He said.I almost choked. “I'm sorry. . I don't understand what you are saying.” I said, my eyes almost falling out of the sockets. Logan Blake remained motionless. He sat across from me and appeared perfectly composed as if he had asked me to pass him a stapler rather than marry him. “Olivia, you heard me.” He said and adjusted his silver watch and then blinked.“ We tie the knot. "A sizable payout would be sent to your account and I get my inheritance." Simply. He had called me Olivia instead of Ms Hart and it was his confidence for me. Whether this was a sick joke or not I looked at him in disbelief. "Is this a joke of some kind?” His blue eyes were unreadable and cool as he reclined in his chair. “According to my grandfather's will, I have to get married before turning thirty. Three weeks from now. Without a wife there would be no company. I don't have time for dating apps or romantic relationships. I need someone who is intelligent, taciturn and won't show emotions.” I laughed and looked around me wildly. “And you picked me?We can't even hold a single meeting without losing our tempers.” “True enough. We are not going to fall in love. It's flawless.” I got up. “This is crazy.” He gave a small shrug. “Maybe. Andbon the day we exchange vows you will also have a million dollars in your account.” I went cold. Millions? In my ten lifetimes as his overworked, underpaid executive assistant that was more than I could earn. Everything could vanish including my student loans, my mothers medical bills and the damaged roof in our previous apartment. I was thinking and he knew it. He certainly could. Logan was always able to read people. He became a business shark because of it. *I'm not marrying you just because you dangle money in my face.” I said in a shaky voice. “You are my boss and I still can't believe this.” He gave a small smile. “Then take action because you want to leave this office with something tangible at least. You have been working for me for four years. This isn't fair to you.”I hated his observation and that he was right. I hated the fact that I was thinking about it. Logan Blake always acted as if I could be replaced and he was conceited and was impossible too. He was giving me an escape route though at the same time. An essential lifeline. I had to ask though. “Is there a catch?” “No catch,” he declared. “We agree to a deal. A year. Public gatherings, a few staged pictures and joint appearances are all that constitute marriage. Your last name is retained. We keep things. . . far away and tidy. We have a quiet divorce after a year. Clear break. Sweet and simple." Slowly I sat down. “How about one of your wealthy model girlfriends?” “They talk too much.Their desires are excessive. You won't.” My brow was furrowed. “You have a great ability to make a girl feel unique.” Another tiny grin. “I don't do anything unique Olivia. I am intelligent. And this is the best choice for us both,” he said, tapping the folder on the table. He moved the folder in my direction. I opened it. A printed contract that had already been notarized and was awaiting two signatures was inside. “You were ready for this before you even asked me?” I arched an eyebrow. *I thought you would say yes.” I gazed at the paper. An entire year, a fake union, a million dollars. Keep your distance. Life was too harsh for that. I was the type of girl who made a budget before going grocery shopping. But this? This has the potential to revolutionize everything. I sighed. “Do I get time to think about it?” I mutely questioned. “You have until midnight,” he said, getting up. “After that the offer vanishes.”As if he hadn't just turned my entire world upside down he left without saying anything more. Long after the sun had set, I remained in that office. The others had left for their various homes or maybe even went to a small restaurant for dinner. It was just the contract looking up at me, the hum of the air conditioner and me. Logan Blake . My boss and It hurt my ass as I tried to think about it. My. . . husband? I still couldn't believe it, it felt like a very sick, stupid dream that I just wanted to end immediately. I shook my head and refused to believe what had just happened and why would he do this? Does it mean that he liked me? That he had been a secret admirer or something? No. I was the average beauty and my dress sense sucked a lot, I didn't turn heads like most girls and my hair was always messy. My stomach turned at the word. However the idea of seeing my mom cough through yet another winter without the right medicine also made me shudder. The idea of permanently drowning in debt also did so, the idea of passing away also seemed commonplace. I picked up the phone at 11:59 PM and sent him a text. ME: I have thought about it and I agree. LOGAN: Well done, good girl. Tomorrow we'll stop by my penthouse. We'll both sign. That would be all for now. I gazed at the display. He had remarked Good girl. . as if I were his tiny puppet. Well the business might be owned by Logan Blake but he didn't own me though. No not yet. If I had a year to play his wife I would do it better than he could have ever dreamed.