Mr.CEO's Contract Wife

Weeding Agreement

"I will soon be marrying someone else."

Arsen paused, narrowing his eyes as he processed my words. It seemed he was taken aback. But just a moment later, he burst into laughter, leaving me bewildered.

"Are you joking?" Arsen asked, clearly struggling to accept my statement.

"Not at all," I replied, my tone steady. He stared at me, his expression growing serious as the reality of my words sank in.

"Who? Who is this man that dares to marry you?" His disappointment and hurt were evident; it became clear to me just how much Arsen cared for me.

"He's my choice," I responded without hesitation. I knew my answer would pierce Arsen's heart, but it was time for Mira to face the consequences of her actions—taking my father and hurting her son's feelings.

"No, Sheira, no one deserves to marry you except me. Only I have the right to stand by your side," Arsen exclaimed, his words filled with desperation before he stormed off, speeding away in his car.

"We'll see, Arsen, what you'll do when the wedding actually happens," I murmured to myself.

-//-

Today, according to our arrangement, Felix and I were set to meet at a café of his choosing. When I arrived, I initially thought it was closed because it was completely empty. Hesitant to enter, I was greeted by a waiter.

"Miss Sheira?" Surprised that he knew my name, I responded,

"Yes, I’m Sheira."

"Please, follow me. Mr. Felix has prepared a special area for you," he said. It made sense that Felix or Leo had informed him of my arrival. I was ushered into the VIP room, but both Felix and Leo were nowhere to be seen. The waiter informed me that Felix had not yet arrived.

"While I wait for Mr. Felix, I should practice talking to him," I thought.

"I must appear confident and unyielding so he doesn't take me lightly." I rehearsed my smile and softened my tone, determined to present myself as an elegant woman and avoid embarrassing moments when I finally met Felix.

#Pov Felix

I had asked Leo to reach out to Sheira to arrange our meeting, eager to discuss the wedding plans and the marriage contract. I couldn’t wait to move forward and put an end to my parents' pressure to marry the girl of their choosing. The wedding agreement had already been drafted, everything tailored to my preferences.

"What’s she doing?" I wondered as I spotted Sheira, lost in her own world, occasionally smiling and talking to herself.

"It seems she’s rehearsing how to speak to me. What a silly girl." I decided to approach her, finding her nervous expression amusing as she quickly adjusted her outfit upon seeing me.

"Welcome, sir."

"Have you been waiting long?" I inquired.

"Oh no, sir, I just arrived," she replied. I sat across from her, aware that despite her calm demeanor, she was clearly anxious. Still, I admired her bravery.

"Alright, I assume you know why we are meeting today," I began, signaling Leo. He promptly pulled out a black folder and placed it on the table in front of Sheira.

"This is the agreement—a marriage contract," I said before she could ask.

"Read it." Sheira began to read through the marriage contract carefully. I didn’t impose many demands; all I wanted was for her to conceive and give birth to my child.

After that, she’d receive 5 billion and could start anew in another country. Once she gave birth, I planned for her to leave my life completely—no drama, no lingering ties, as I would consider her to have passed away.

"Understood, sir. I comprehend your terms," Sheira responded, maintaining her calm.

"Remember, I’m giving you one month. If the insemination fails, the marriage will be off. If you do get pregnant, you'll only be my wife for about a year before you can leave my life and my child. Your identity as the mother will remain a secret," I emphasized the key points.

"Understood, sir."

"Our marriage will be private, only attended by nuclear family members, and it's scheduled for next week." Sheira's surprise at the speed of my plans was evident, but I had considered this carefully; I had no intention of missing her ovulation period. Ultimately, Sheira nodded along obediently to my instructions.

"May I request one thing?" she asked.

"Go ahead," I replied, curious to see what she would ask for—perhaps jewelry or some gift as an advance?

"Can I meet my mother?" The request caught me off guard, and I hesitated before responding.

"I’m sorry if that’s out of line, but I want to tell her that I'm marrying the person I love without mentioning the terms of our contract." Sheira's reasoning made sense; a meeting with one's parents before marriage was customary. Given my plans to introduce her to my own parents, I had no objections to meeting hers.

"Of course, I’ll visit your house tomorrow to meet your mother and discuss our marriage. You should prepare as my parents will want to meet their future daughter-in-law as well," I said.

Sheira nodded, “Okay, sir.”

"By the way, will you invite your father and his wife?" I added with a faint smile, noticing her surprise. Perhaps she was wondering how I knew about her family situation—her parents’ separation and her father’s new marriage. It was easy for me to gather detailed information about her.

"I can easily obtain information about you and your family," I told her pointedly, making clear what kind of person I was, ensuring there were no misunderstandings.

"Alright, sir. I suppose I will be inviting my father's side of the family."

"Great, I’ll prepare the invitation for you tomorrow," I replied. By the end of our meeting, we had successfully reached an agreement on our marriage contract.

#Pov Sheira

Returning home after my meeting with Felix, where we discussed the wedding contract and I signed the agreement, I couldn’t shake my realizations about him. I was surprised at how much Felix knew about my parents, particularly that my mother and father were separated, and that my dad had another family.

"Oh God, please let him not be a terrible person," I muttered to myself. As I reflected on the wedding agreement, I felt a deep sense of guilt about what it meant for my future child.

A part of me understood that once I had Felix's child, I would be expected to disappear from his life, as if I had never existed. But I had to remind myself—not to be selfish. I couldn’t let my emotions cloud my judgment; this was the path to a better life for my mother and me.

"No, Sheira, focus on logic, not feelings. Marrying Felix Alexander means a better life for you, with financial support even after the separation, which would help both you and Mom," I reasoned, giving myself a pep talk.

"I must succeed in getting pregnant; at least I’ll have a year of stability and financial security from Mr. Felix. I won’t have to worry about covering Mom’s medical expenses either," I concluded, engaged in my own thoughts.