Contract Wife of the Cold Mafia

Chapter 2

A surprising wedding date

* * * * * * * * * *Merlí * * * * * * * * * *

After leaving that chilling place, I found myself compelled to get into a black vehicle with tinted windows, which generated a lot of distrust in me (especially because of the number of men who got into it). I wouldn't have wished to take it, but the guy who somehow saved me reminded me of my options: get into his vehicle or go back to the brothel for my purchase to be finalized.

I didn't really know which was worse; however, my best option at that moment was to obey him, as I couldn't conceive the idea of ​​going back to that pig who had told me he was my master.

"Finish the contract and come back. I need you within three days," he said.

And I must confess that I didn't understand a single word he uttered on his phone, but there I was, being taken to who knows where.

I wanted to scream, but I knew that any of the men around me would silence me instantly. Besides, the road that had been taken was somewhat (to say the least, "very") desolate.

"Goodbye," he pronounces and then puts away his cell phone.

"Where are we going?" I dare to ask, but no one answers me. "I need to know where..."

"Shut up," he orders coldly.

"Where are we going?" I insist, but he ignores me.

I intend to ask again until I realize that the vehicle parks in front of what seems to be a grand mansion, and after a few seconds, he enters it.

Once inside the huge house, I am amazed at its beauty. I had never seen anything like it before, not even in magazines. This one was... very very big and...

"What a beautiful garden," I whisper unconsciously as I smile and lean closer to the window to get a better look.

Suddenly, the vehicle stops again, and everyone starts to get out (so do I).

"You, woman, follow me," he demands before turning his back on me and entering the main house. "Hurry up, I won't wait for you," he says from inside.

Faced with this, I show hesitation about whether to enter or not, but again, I had no other option, so I follow him inside. We enter the house and arrive at a very secluded room with a giant door (which he opens) and, without further ado, he enters.

"Sit down..."

"You give a lot of orders..."

"I saved you," he reminds me sternly as he takes a seat behind his huge desk.

"And now you're kidnapping me," I respond very seriously; and he gives me a mocking smile.

Then, he simply takes some papers from one of his drawers and places them in front of me.

"What is this?"

"Your debt payment..."

"I don't have any debt," I clarify very seriously.

"Then what were you doing in that place?" he questions very self-assuredly, raising one of his eyebrows.

"I just went to renegotiate my father's deal..."

"Rashad doesn't renegotiate..."

"That's because he's an i***t," I insult; the man in front of me smiles.

"I won't argue with that..."

"How? Do you know him?"

"Shut up and read," he recomposes his stern expression.

"I don't understand what this is," I confess as I begin to read what he had placed in front of me. "Marriage? What is this? A joke?"

"You must pay your debt..."

"What debt?! I don't have any debt!" I get upset.

"Sit down!"

"No! I'm not going to sit down! I just want to get out of here!" I exclaim as I start walking to the door to open it; however, when I try, I can't. "But... what the hell is this? A bad joke?"

"Sit down; you won't be able to open it."

"Open the door already!"

"No one orders me around!" he suddenly shouts, freezing me in place. "Come here and sit down," he articulates coldly, and out of fear, I comply. "Your father had a debt..."

"What do you mean had?"

"Rashad..."

"I know that, but nobody bought me."

"Rashad sold you, although he didn't respect our partnership deal, but don't worry," he looks at me intently, "he'll get what he deserves."

"I don't understand."

"You belonged to Rashad..."

"I don't belong to anyone," I clarify, and he smiles.

"You belong to me now..."

"That's not true! Just let me go back home!"

"This is your home," he says somewhat exasperated.

"No. This is not my home."

"Don't you dare get up from that chair?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"It's a marriage contract; it's only for 12 months. After that, you can leave."

"I still don't understand."

"Your father has a debt. There are two ways to pay it off. One," he raises his index finger, "pay everything owed with corresponding interest. And two," he adds his middle finger, "marry me and be my wife for 12 months. Then, you disappear from my sight. I'll give you a good reward for it at the end of the contract. I'll give you enough to go live wherever you want with your family, and I assure you that you won't need to work ever again."

"What?" I murmur, puzzled.

"What you heard..."

"I won't accept something like that."

"Hmm... well, I think you will," he asserts confidently. "Just think about it. You'd have everything a woman wants. I'll give you money, cards, lots of clothes, a nice room, a monthly deposit of..."

"I'm not interested in any of those things! I don't want to get married! I would never marry just because of a stupid contract!"

"There's no longer option one," he mentions suddenly.

"What are you saying?"

"Your father's debt will only be settled if you marry me..."

"I won't marry you!"

"That's not up for discussion."

"Of course not! Because getting married is my decision, and I refuse to do it."

"Your duties will be simple. You just have to appear happy by my side, especially in front of my father and all my family," he emphasizes very seriously. "You must be unconditional to me, and you'll have to perform all the duties of a wife."

"You're insane..."

"Keep your insults to yourself. React and realize who you're talking to," he orders coldly.

"I won't get married."

"You will."

"No! I won't! I won't get married!" I stand up again and go back to the door to kick and pound on it with my fists, a futile attempt to force it open; however, as I had already imagined, nothing worked. "Please, open the door," I plead suddenly when desperation has completely taken hold of me. "Please, open it," I plead again, hitting it with my fists, but this time, with much less force.

"Come back and sit down."

"No, I don't want to go back," I respond between sobs, shaking my head. "Open the door! Help!" I despair and start screaming very, very loud. "Help! Someone help me! They have me kidnapped! I don't want to! Please, someone help me."

"No one will hear you! Come! Come back and sit down!"

"Help, please! Someone! I'm being kidnapped! I don't want to! Please, someone help me."

"Stop screaming!"

"Please, help!"

"Stop screaming, or I'll send you back to Rashad! Is that what you want?" he threatened suddenly, and at that moment, I couldn't take it anymore, so I broke down.

I fall to my knees in front of the door and start crying even louder, cursing myself for getting into that truck.

"Please, open..."

"Come, get up," I hear his voice behind me as I feel one of his strong, large hands take my arm.

"No, don't touch me," I ask fearfully, and he backs away.

"Just because we're getting married doesn't mean I'll touch you," he points out suddenly. "It's just pretending," he specifies, "but pretending well," he seems to warn.

"Why? Why your interest in marrying a stranger?"

"That's none of your business."

"I don't want to get married."

"There's no other way out."

"Please, let me go," I beg pleadingly as I look into his eyes, but he looks away from me, moves away, and returns to his place to sit down. "Please..."

"Someone will come; they'll take you to your room. I hope you calm down."

"Please, let me out of here. I promise to pay my father's debt," I say as I wipe away my tears to start negotiating with him.

"You'll be served dinner, and then you'll sleep."

"I can pay you everything, even the interest."

"Don't continue..."

"In whatever time you want; I promise. Just let me out of here, and I'll do it..."

"She's outside," he suddenly announces, and surprisingly, the door opens, and a woman in her fifties enters. "Take her to her room, give her dinner, and then turn off the lights."

"Yes, sir," is all the woman responds, and after that, she takes me by the arm to lead me out of the room.

"Please, let me negotiate with you," I plead with the man.

"Do as I order," he says coldly, looking me in the eyes, very serious.

"Please..."

"Go to your room," he demands, and in response, I decide to obey, as for now, he seemed unwilling to hear more.

After that, the woman takes me to the room, they serve me dinner, and when I finish eating, the lights are turned off.

"I have to do something," I think silently, lying on my bed.

"He won't negotiate."

"And I have to go see my grandmother," I remind myself, and a tear rolls down my cheek.

"Grandma," I whisper. "I have to go see you," I determine firmly, and without hesitation, I get out of bed and head towards the balcony in my room.

Upon reaching it, I realize that the house is heavily guarded...; however...

"There are no impossibles," I declare as I observe the entrance and smile, noticing that it's clear. "I can do it; I will succeed. I managed to enter a restricted area of ​​the hospital; I can escape from here," I say, pointing as I head to the door of my room, very stealthily opening it.

"Good, no key," I think and leave as soon as I can, but as quietly as possible (I even took off my shoes).

Carefully and with darkness on my side, I manage to leave the house.

"For having so many bodyguards, they don't seem very smart," I whisper, somewhat amused.

Then, I continued walking among the bushes in the garden. Suddenly, I saw no one at the entrance, so without thinking, I stood up and started running with all my strength to climb the huge gates.

"Come on, Merlí, you can do it," I encourage myself, running like a crazed person desperate to save her life.

I smile when I see myself close to the huge gate; however, that smile fades when, surprisingly, he appears and stands in front of the door.

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* * * * * * * * * Bayá * * * * * * * * * *

"She's brave," I think when I see her, through the cameras, fleeing from the house.

"And I have some incompetent security," I mutter as I get up from my seat and leave the house to go to the main door without being seen by her.

Arriving at the entrance, I wait for her hidden. I want to see how incompetent the men working for me are. Suddenly, I saw her and, seconds later, she started to run. Seeing her action, I decide to stand up and appear in front of her.

When she notices my presence, I can see her eyes filled with anger and frustration; however, strangely enough, she doesn't stop running; she comes at me and... crashes into my body to start hitting me.

"You're bad! You're a very bad man!" she hits me with her fists. "Bad! You're bad!" She starts to lose control and attracts the attention of my idiotic staff.

"Calm down," I order her, but she doesn't listen to me. "Calm down now," I start to lose patience.

"Let me out! Help!"

"You're going to drive me insane."

"You're a vile man! Let me out! Let me go back home!"

"This is your home. You'll marry me," I remind her, very annoyed.

"This is not my home! It's a prison! I won't marry you! Because I don't love you! Let me go!"

"You're very naive," I say as I take her wrists to stop her from hitting me. "Love doesn't exist," I tell her as I look at her intently, "so stop dreaming and go back to your room because you're attracting attention."

"I'm not going back."

"It's an order..."

"You're no one to give me orders. I'm a free woman; I do what I please and want. And what I want now is to leave!" she declares with a lot of character.

"Look at me, girl, I'm not here to put up with your tantrums..."

"I'm not a girl! I'm twenty-six years old!"

"Well, you act like you're five," I say, ignoring her threat.

"Let me go," she seems to threaten me, but I ignore her.

"You and you, pair of incompetents," I address two of my men. "Make sure to take her to her room and have the nanny put her to bed."

"I'm not going anywhere! And I don't need a nanny! I'm not a child! I'm not five!"

"You might as well be! I said it!" I exclaim, letting her go so my men can do their job.

"Let go of me, let go of me!" she orders them.

"Come on... For someone locked up, you sure have a lot of guts hitting my people."

"I'm not stupid, you need me..."

"I can get any wife I want."

"Yeah, it shows," she comments sarcastically, and that annoys me.

"Take her away now," I order, and they do as instructed.

"Sir," the head of security approaches.

"I'll deal with you and your people tomorrow. I'm not in the mood right now," I point out, and after that, I leave.

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* * * * * * * * *Merlí * * * * * * * * * *

"Unhappy! Wretched!" I shout once they've locked me in. "All of you! Even you, a nanny whose name I don't know! The other lady was nicer," I frustratedly complain to myself and take out my anger on the door until I tire myself out.

After almost an hour of making noise, I fall silent.

"It's impossible," I whisper as I sit on the floor and lean against the door, starting to think about my family.

"Grandma..." I whisper and start to cry.

"I promise I'll come to see you soon. Even if I have to do whatever it takes," I declare, and after that, I just get up, go to bed, and decide to sleep to regain strength.

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NEXT MORNING

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I wake up very early and wait for someone to show up, but that doesn't happen until ten in the morning.

"Miss," it's the woman who attended to me first, "good morning," she greets, but I ignore her. "The gentleman told me you had to shower, change, and come down for breakfast."

"Get out of here," I order. "If he wants me to do what he says, then he can come and ask me himself."

"Please, miss..."

"Leave," I suddenly hear his cold voice.

The woman leaves us alone while I remain silent, waiting to hear what he has to say.

"You'll shower, change into more decent clothes..."

"My clothes are as decent as the ridiculous suit you're wearing. The difference? The thousands of euros you must have paid for that one."

"Whatever," he responds disinterestedly. "Do as I say; I need to tell you a few things."

"I won't do them..."

"As you wish. Just like you'll have to leave this room to get married."

"I won't marry you!"

"I don't care to listen to you. I'll give you the instructions now or on the wedding day, whichever you prefer."

"Are you deaf or what? And I told you I won't marry you..."

"The wedding will be in three days. Try to look good by then. You have a lot of dark circles," he points out, and then, without saying more, he leaves the room, leaving me... STUNNED.