Chapter 2
1086 Words
Sierra's POV
Sitting in front of this man makes me feel threatened, as if I'm a desperate employee. That I am. When I found out about my brother's situation and learned he was sick, all I could think about was saving him. Even if it means jeopardizing my reputation and dignity.
I know that dancing in a club has already cost me my dignity and reputation, but being a random guy's wife is even more insane than dancing in front of pervert men.
"Sierra Rodriguez, 23 years old, a stripper with a lot of debt," he said, and I'm still baffled as to how this guy found my information.
"Your brother was beaten to death, while your mother is nowhere to be found; she left you a massive debt, and her creditors are pursuing you; that's quite interesting," he remarked.
"How did you find all of that?" I ask, clearing my throat.
"That's for me to know and you to discover; now, all I want you to focus on is what we're about to talk about, especially our business, Sierra."
"What business?"
"Because you've already agreed to m—" I cut him off.
"For your information, I have not yet agreed."
"First rule, don't interfere with me," he said, clearing his throat.
That one caught me off guard.
"Second, unless I urgently need your opinion, don't speak until I say so."
He takes a white envelope from the table and hands it to me, which piques my interest. I need to read the contents of those papers to make sure it doesn't require falling in love with him. The paper explained everything I needed to know, including my starting salary, benefits, and the purpose of this contract.
But there's one thing that bothers me. And I have to ask him, despite the fact that this paper answers my ostensible question.
"Would you like to ask me something?" he muttered.
"Yes, if you allow me," I swallowed deeply.
"You may proceed."
"Why me?"
"Pardon?" he chuckled softly.
"I mean, why did you choose me over other worthy, beautiful women in the world? There are plenty of beautiful women out there."
"So you're not beautiful?" he inquired.
"I am, but there are other women who are prettier than me, whether they are gorgeous, smart, or anything else."
"Think about it, Sierra. My money can help cure your brother and pay off all the debts left by your irresponsible mom, but you keep asking obvious questions. I don't need gorgeous women, especially smart women. In fact, they need me instead of me needing them."
"Name your price if you're not happy with my offer.
Arrogant.
I didn't dare to love a wealthy man like this guy because of this. This man is not simply a typical billionaire that you see on television; he can use his wealth to influence the poor and force them to commit atrocious acts on his behalf. I think he has more characteristics.
My priorities need to be organized. It's my brother.
"Are you ready to sign?" he asked, his gaze fixed on mine.
"Yes, but you must first introduce yourself; I need assurance, and money will not suffice, especially since you just saw me crying in the hospital and approached me without hesitation."
I fight his solemn expression, "You know my name, which bothers me because no one knows my real name as far as I know."
"You mean, your stage name? Angel?" he muttered, as if saying my stage name was natural.
But his voice sent shivers down my spine, as if he'd been watching me dance for men in the club.
"I am always looking forward to seeing you; fortunately, I have already met the best dancer in the club and my soon-to-be contracted wife."
"Since you want to know my name, I'll grant your wish as soon as possible, but I need to warn you. Everything you'll know about me tonight is between us, Sierra. Nobody can know my full name and background because they can use it against me, neither you..." he cleared his throat.
"What exactly did you mean?"
"Long story, but if we have more time, I can tell you the important parts, because I believe we need to find those merciless people who harm your brother."
"You have to remember my name because I'll tell you once," he said, sitting properly and not averting his gaze.
"Okay."
"My name is Brandon James Miller, and I am the current owner of Miller Hotel Line Corporation. I own half of the businesses you see around town, and you might end up walking to one of my malls someday."
He owns a shopping center? That's fantastic.
"Is there anything else?"
"That's all you needed to know, Sierra; being my wife wasn't required knowing me and my family background, unless you're a spy," he smirked.
A what?
"Spy? Do you mean undercover cop? I don't think so, Brandon."
"Very well, we can proceed to contract signing," he said, handing me a gold-colored pen made of real gold. Based on its characteristics.
I examined the documents and considered them carefully because signing them now would mean that my life would revolve around his world. Money, luxury, and wealth
Money. That's exactly what I need.
So, after much deliberation. I signed the contract and handed it to him as soon as I could. He read the document as if he wanted to make sure I really signed it.
"We're finished."
"So, what should I do next?" I wondered. "I mean, I have no idea what I need to do and what I don't need to do. What if someone caught us?"
"Don't be frustrated, Sierra; I've already planned everything."
"What should I do now?"
He opened the drawer and took something out, but when he handed me a small red box, I was surprised. I immediately know what's inside, but I want to be certain. So I waited until he opened it and revealed a gleaming diamond ring to me.
"W-what is... this?" I exclaimed, stunned.
"You are my wife, and we need that ring as proof," he took my hand and placed it on my ring finger."
"What?"
Sandro rose from his seat and approached me, lifting my chin to meet our gazes.
"My name is Sandro James Miller, taking Sierra Marie Rodriguez to be my wife."
I took a swallow. Why is my heart racing so fast?
"I may now kiss my bride," he said, pressing his lips against mine.
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