4. Signing a Marriage Contract

"I... I forgot to ask... what's your name?" Calista asked while swallowing saliva. But, never mind that's not important." Calista ran out of the discotheque and slipped into the crowd of newcomers.

As the night progresses, more and more people come to the discotheque. They descend from various types of luxury cars. Calista looked for the nearest taxi and got in right away. For some reason, she became very afraid to see the cruel gaze of the man who felt his pleasure was disturbed when kissing his girlfriend.

"Where is she? Why did you guys come back?" Darren shouted scolding his aide.

"Sorry sir, she asked to come down for a while. We didn't know she was here." Two aides who were ordered to take her home lost track of her.

"Okay, let's go back." Darren loosened his tie and got in the car back home through the darkness. Regarding Britney, she had called Jack to take her home.

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A bright morning greets anyone who is passionate about having a better life when they wake up in the morning. Today Calista is not allowed to come to work. Her head felt heavy and dizzy from the moment she arrived at the boarding house last night. Maybe because yesterday afternoon she missed dinner or because it was raining when she got home.

However, the sound of an incoming message made her have to get up and clean her body. She had to come to the house of an old and disabled billionaire man to sign a marriage contract. Yes, a contract that will bind her life for the next few years. In order to pay for the treatment of her father who is struggling between life and death in the ICU.

Calista staggered towards the bathroom. Just cleaning her hair and body because she doesn't want to linger. After completing the bathing ritual, Calista chose a moss green shirt that contrasted perfectly with her pure white skin. Combined with a knee-length jeans skirt with a wide model.

The woman who was still in a semi-ill condition walked to the end of the alley waiting for public transportation to go to the billionaire's house. She chose to take public transportation first, then take an online motorcycle taxi from the front of the housing inside to save costs.

For an hour, Calista had been in traffic jams in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the capital, until finally the online motorbike she rented in front of the towering gate she saw last night.

"Excuse me, sir, I have an appointment with the master who interviewed me yesterday to come today." The woman who was still in a pale state conveyed her intentions and goals to come to the security guard at the post. After recording and holding Calista's ID card as collateral, the poor woman walked down the pedestrian path. But this time not backward. But to the main door.

A middle-aged female maid asked the purpose of her arrival and after being told the same thing, Calista was allowed into the main room. The door is big and high like a castle, making Calista stunned. Her mouth half gaped in disbelief at what she saw in the living room.

There are about 5 half-height ceramic flower vases, a large painting in the middle of the room attached to the ivory white wall, a jumbo crystal chandelier with many small lamps dangling beautifully right above the rectangular center table made of the best teak wood in the world. Calista knows because one of her friends at college is the daughter of a well-known furniture entrepreneur in the capital.

It doesn't stop there, the long and single white sofa in the living room is definitely expensive because it's soft and has an artistic shape. Calista swallowed saliva many times enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of her eyes. She didn't dare to sit down so she just stood beside the sofa.

"Welcome back, Miss Calista. Please have a seat." A man who had interrogated her yesterday is now clearer. With thick glasses and hair on the side and wearing an all-black suit like the head of a company, he appeared from inside the house.

"Did I introduce myself yesterday?" asked the bespectacled man. Calista's eyes looked up and tilted her chin trying to remember what happened last night. "I don't think so, sir." The answer. The man knitted his brows at the attitude Calista showed to remember his name.

"All right, my name is Andrew. Just call me Mr. Andrew. I am the trusted aide of Mr. Anderson. How are you, are you ready to sign the contract today?" Andrew asked in a sharp tone straight to the point without beating around the bush.

"I have to read the contents of the contract before signing it, right?" Ask back Calista

"Of course." Andrew put a document clipped to a paper board for Calista to sign. This woman who will soon undergo a contract marriage, take and read them one by one carefully. There are 3 sheets of paper which on the last sheet at the bottom are confirmed by the signature of the owner of the house and next to it is an empty column for her signature.

Broadly speaking, the contents of the letter are that Calista is required to have at least three children before the contract expires. She doesn't know what it means for up to 3 children, in the comics she reads, one is enough. Rich people are really weird, Calista thought.

And listed, as long as Calista undergoes a contract marriage, she will get 100 million every month until she has three children. After having 3 children, as compensation for the divorce, she will get 1 billion, 2 luxury apartments, and 1 luxury vehicle. Calista took a deep breath. Were her pride and virginity worth this? She never even imagined being in a situation like this. In her mind first, she will give her virginity to a husband who loves her. They will enjoy the first night with a solemn and romantic like a newlywed couple.

There was no clear liquid dripping from the corner of her eye. Were it not for the poverty she suffered and the healing of her beloved father, she would not have gone this far.

Andrew studied Calista closely. In front of him, sat a girl who was equal to his younger sister. However, with a different fate. His sister lives a glamorous life having fun every day with her socialite friends. Lectures are only a formality. Andrew's parents were gone. So they are now brothers and sisters only living alone. Andrew really loves his sister, angel. He will do whatever she wants.

"How?" Asked Andrew to wake up Calista's daydream.

"Wait. What does this mean? When having sex, the room must be dark and you can't argue with anything Mr. Anderson is doing? What kind of deal is this? Calista grinned sharply.

"Our master can't be that crazy. Remember, our master is old and crippled. What can an old and crippled man do during intercourse?" Calista is becoming increasingly erratic. Having sex with an old man alone is stifling her chest. Plus defects. Oh God, what kind of trial have you given me? Calista thought.