Married to a cripple billionaire

Episode3

The Deal with the Devil

Camille felt her hands shake while gazing into Fred's icy, calculating eyes that seemed to pierce her very soul. She felt as if the walls of the room were moving closer, causing her to suffocate. Each thump of her heart in her chest caused her pain, signaling the approaching inevitability. Madam Alvina's appearance at the entrance only heightened her fear, her evil smile glaring at Camille as if she were hunting her prey.

"Girl, answer the question," Alvina snapped, her voice filled with malice. Will you marry my son or leave your father to suffer in that prison cell where he deserves to be?

Camille's throat tightened as she tried to speak. She desired to yell, weep, flee, but she understood there was no way out. Fred had Alvina trapped in a corner, and she was only exacerbating the nightmare. Her father's fate hung in the balance with this choice, but accepting Fred's offer seemed like sealing her own fate.

Fred's voice carried a gentle tone, yet it held a hint of menace as he addressed Camille. You are aware that your father's time is limited. He will be sought after by the authorities shortly. If you say no, you won't see him ever again.

She gasped for breath. Her father, weak and nearing the end of his life. Every moment was haunted by the image of him, chained and imprisoned. She couldn't allow that to occur. But to tie the knot with Fred? To be tied to this merciless, vindictive man who only sought to ruin her existence?

"Why am I the one chosen?" Camille spoke in a shaky voice, whispering. What is the reason for choosing me for this?

Fred's smile did not extend to his eyes. Because it is the only thing that will really shatter your father. Watching his beloved daughter experience pain because of me. Understanding that all your sadness stems from him.

Camille felt her chest constricting. Fred was not looking for a wife; he was seeking a captive. Every day, she would be constantly reminded of her father's error, with every moment requiring her to pay off a debt that wasn't hers to begin with.

"She started by saying 'Fred' with desperation present in every word." Another solution must exist. Could you please do it?

"Is there another option?" Fred chuckled sinisterly, his voice reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard. Camille, there is no alternative solution. Here's the agreement. Either you marry me, or your father faces imprisonment. Those are the only options available to you.

Camille's eyes became blurry with tears that she had not yet cried. She clenched her hands into fists while struggling to keep her composure. "You're... you're a beast," she gasped, her words barely audible.

There was no change in Fred's facial expression. If anything, the harshness in his gaze increased. "Perhaps," he stated in a calm manner, "but it doesn't really alter anything, does it?"

Her knees weakened as her world collapsed around her. Fred did not give her the option. It was clear manipulation, and he was aware she had no escape.

Madam Alvina stepped closer, her smirk getting bigger. She whispered to Camille that she should see herself as fortunate. In the end, my son had the option to pick anyone, yet he decided to give you this... chance.

"Chance?" Camille finally lost her temper and snapped. Do you consider this a chance? To be held captive by your own son? To be the one he plays with as you observe from the sidelines?"

Alvina's eyes flashed with malice as she casually shrugged. "Name it as you please." However, this is the current situation you are facing. "It's best to come to terms with it."

Camille's body quivered with anger and a feeling of being unable to do anything. With each moment that passed, she sensed her liberty diminishing, yet the idea of her father being imprisoned was too much to bear. She quickly looked at Fred again, noticing that he was staring at her closely, anticipating her reaction.

"I will get it done," she said with a hollow voice, each word felt like a nail closing her coffin. "I will become your spouse."

Fred's grin grew bigger in victory, while Alvina released a chilling, contented chuckle. “She purred, calling her a clever girl.”

Camille felt ill in her stomach, but she couldn't afford to think too much about her choice. Fred moved forward, with the smile on his face bordering on a sneer. Camille, you have chosen correctly. But realize this - you will never have control of your life again.

She gulped nervously, feeling her heart pound in her chest. "When will this occur?"

"Immediately," Fred said firmly. I need this completed prior to your father's trial being concluded. In that manner, you will be aware of precisely who determines his destiny.

"I have to see him," Camille stuttered. Prior to... prior to any occurrences. "I must clarify."

"What do you want me to clarify?" Fred quickly narrowed his eyes in response. "Have you agreed to sacrifice your life in order to save his?" Will you have to endure suffering every day in the future because of his actions?

Camille felt tears welling up, but she fought them back with a blink. He should be informed. "Kindly do it."

Fred gazed at her with a tight jaw for a while. In the end, he gave a nod. I'm alright. He is visible to you. However, do not believe that this alters anything in any way.

Alvina scoffed while she crossed her arms. Such excessive emotion. "That is pitiful."

Camille paid no attention to her, hurrying towards the door before she could reconsider. Fred's voice gave her chills as soon as her hand reached the handle.

"Camille, there's one more thing."

Facing away from him, she was motionless, feeling her heart sinking further into hopelessness.

Fred softly stated that once you marry him, you will belong to him completely, with a clear hint of threat in his tone. "There will be no going back." No way out. If you dare to disobey me, your father won't be the only one who faces consequences.

The danger loomed ominously, enveloping Camille's neck like a tight noose. She gulped and nodded, speaking so softly it was barely audible. "I comprehend."

Gasping for air, she opened the door and stumbled into the hallway. The walls appeared to be tightening, while the fluorescent lights buzzed above, creating a sharp contrast with the darkness surrounding her heart.

Dora was in the waiting area, her face showing signs of concern, waiting for her. "Camille, can you tell me what occurred?" "You appear as if you have encountered a spirit."

Camille was unable to find her voice. Dora's knees gave out, and she quickly moved to support her. "Camille, communicate with me!" What were his words?

"His…" Camille's voice broke as she came to terms with the reality of her situation. "He desires for me to become his wife."

Dora was shocked to the point of having her eyes open wide. "What's going on?" Fred Southwick is asking if you are being serious. That guy is crazy!

Camille whispered to Dora, her voice shaking, "I have no option." Not marrying him will result in my father being sent to jail. For the duration of life.

Dora's facial expression contorted in rage. "That jerk!" He is unable to treat you this way. We will discover an alternative solution. There must be an alternative solution!'

Camille shook her head firmly, clutching Dora's arms tightly. "Nothing is there." "I have already given my consent.”

"However, Camille—"

Before Dora could proceed, the sound of footsteps reverberated through the hallway. Both women glanced over to find Fred's attorney walking towards them, holding a large pile of documents.

The lawyer, with a cool and professional tone, addressed Miss Rowen. "These documents are the marriage contract." You must sign them by tomorrow morning.

Camille felt a chill run down her spine as she glanced at the documents. It was truly occurring. This was more than just a bad dream she could easily escape. This was the new world she now lived in.

Dora's hold on her arm grew stronger, her words barely audible. Camille, you are not required to do this.

Camille shook her head, her voice sounding empty. "I already possess.”