CHAPTER 1.

"Chelsea," a staff member called, watching Chelsea sit by the window with a cigarette in her hands.

One glance from Chelsea gave the man chills. "Your husband is downstairs," the man informed as she returned her gaze to the window.

Dropping the cigarettes on the floor, she marched it, signaling the end of the cigarettes before heading downstairs.

The more she walked, the closer she got to him. Without a word, they both left the car.

"Stop the car," Liam instructed when they reached a lonely road. "Go out and wait at the other side of the road," he ordered as the driver did just that.

While the driver left, Chelsea already began to undress, and she knew what was coming already. She knew why he came to pick her up.

She only prayed that this procedure would end soon. "Good girl," he mumbled as he got close to her.

Softly kissing her on the lips before trailing down to her boobs. Taking his time to suck each, she gasps when he bites her tits with his teeth.

"Come and sit," he commanded, his erections standing out already. Without a word, she did as she was told, riding him till he was satisfied.

"I knew this contract would be a game changer. I wasn't expecting it to be this much," Liam mumbled as Chelsea dressed up.

Three knocks on the door, and the driver returned. "The driver will drop you off. I have something to attend to," he said as she only nodded.

"Don't make dinner; I won't be home tonight," he says as she nods again. She was relieved he wouldn't be home.

Once he was far away, she lit another cigarette, entered the house, and ignored the rest of the servants until she got to her room.

Laying down, she looked at the calendar; just four months, she mumbled, till she stopped living like this.

With the thought of her freedom, she went downstairs, taking some drinks from the bar and drinking.

Being high was the only way she would sleep. Her phone notification was what woke her up the next day.

It was a message from Liam's secretary, reminding her about the evening fundraiser party.

The stylist soon arrived and began getting her ready and leaving only when they finished the makeup.

She got busy, wrapping a smoke and waiting for him. However, she didn't get to light it as his car drove in, signaling for them to go.

As she closed the door, he handed her a flower. "You look beautiful tonight," he complimented.

"Thank you," she said, although her voice was barely audible, this was the first time she received a compliment from him.

"How was your day?" He asked, trying to have a conversation with her. "Please speak your mind," he requested.

"Plain, I guess, " she mumbled. "I was the one who sent your dress over to you," he informed, "I heard red was your favorite color," he went on.

"Or is it?" He asked as she shook her head, disagreeing. "Oh," he said, giving his driver a hard look before turning to her.

"Your step-sister is going to be there. Will you be ok with it," he asked. Chelsea looks at him and then returns her gaze to the window.

"I'm with you. It's not like they can do anything," she replied. "We are here," the driver announces, preventing Liam from saying anything else.

Getting out, he went to her side, opening her door and extending his hand of, which she took, standing up and walking to the venue, holding hands with him.

"I will be off talking to others, don't wander too far," he informs, breaking free from her grasp and heading to a group that expected his coming.

Chelsea used this medium to step outside, take a cigarette, and sit by the pool while waiting for him.

Currently, no ladies would want to talk to her. They're either scared or fake their laughter. She didn't want this, so she stayed away from people.

"I see you are here," a familiar voice called. Chelsea didn't bother turning back because she already knew it was.

"Watch your tone," She warned Marie, her step-sister. "I don't know if they allow a peasant to a fundraiser party," she said.

She looked up to find Marie holding a drink tray in her hands. Standing up, Chelsea took a drink from the tray.

"You have served me. You may go," She said. "Chel come on," Marie called out. "Chel," Chelsea repeated.

"We know what we did was wrong, but please, it's enough. We can barely get by the day. Please, we need your help," she busted out.

"But you are working, don't worry, you will figure things out," Chelsea replied, reusing their phrase.

"You know, it was in this situation I met my husband, so if you keep working hard, you and Mom won't find it hard to get by," She said.

Finishing the drink and dropping it before leaving Marie on her outside. Upon entering, she bumped into Liam, who seemed to be searching for her.

He looked worked up and pissed. His fist was already red, covered in spots that seemed to be blood.

She scanned the room and soon found his victims. A waiter was helplessly carried away and led out of the venue by Liam's men.

"We are going home now," he says, walking out, which she followed. Chelsea saw the host, badly pleading for Liam to stay, but all were disregarded. Liam's mind was made up.

The car ride was filled with Liam mumbling and different calls he made. "You know where to be right," he says as the car pulls in front of their house.

"One call and I will meet you there," he says as she nods, entering inside. She began removing her clothes, and by the time she was at the door of his playroom, she was completely naked.

His footsteps made her rush in, shutting the door while anxiously waiting for him to enter.

Without saying a word, he heads over to the wardrobe, opening it to receive all sorts of sex toys.

"Tonight's going to be fun," he mumbled as he picked a butt plug, whip, and cuffs.

"Bend over," he instructed as she did. Letting him insert the butt plug. He then leads her to the table, of which she laid down on it.

"You know the rules, so don't let me repeat them," he reminded her as he cuffed her hands together.

Before going to chain her legs to the extender, which was placed up, he headed back to the wardrobe and brought back a nipple vibrator, of which he wore on her.

No doubt he wasn't going to use all his toys on her. He would fuck her till he was calm.

He will torture her, will do anything to make her moan, yet she won't be able to. After he was done, he would kiss her, sucking the blood from her mouth.

The blood came from her injuries, her injuries from biting her lips. She bit her lips hard when he thrust fast in her pussy, and the metallic taste was already in her mouth.

It was thirty minutes past six when he was through with her. He uncuffed her before leaving her to clear the mess.

Leaving before she was through arranging the room.

LIAM POV.

Finally, I was calm, calm enough to face everyone at work today and to ignore them.

Mostly especially Kelvin, who was already waiting at my office with a grin on his face. "So, did she like it," he asked when I was at the door.

"It wasn't her favorite color. Jacob screwed up," I informed, sitting on my desk.

"Oh shit, did you ask her what she likes?" He questioned. "She is so awkward when she is talking to me," I tell him.

"And whose fault is it, in the beginning, she was trying to get you to talk, but you ignored her," he pointed.

"If you are going to talk about my mistake, then get out," I said.

"Fine," he mumbled, with the room becoming quiet. "You know, it was supposed to be a no-love policy, and for the past month, I have been managing just fine," I said, breaking the silence.

"You brought this idea, and you told me to have a sex mate with whom we both benefit from," I blamed.

"I said that to avoid scandals; you picked her," he snapped. "I know," I mumbled.

"My whole sex life is different with her," I confessed.

"So let's get this straight, do you want her to love you just to continue the contract, or do you want her to love you because you love her?" He asked.

"I told you I am not sure I love her yet. I feel it's just an attraction," I corrected.

"Stop deceiving yourself, Liam, and answer me," Kelvin said.

"I think the second one," I mumbled an answer, watching him smile.

"Yes, I knew it," he screamed. "So what are you going to do about it? Make any move yet," he asked.

"The dress and the conversation won't work; help me, Kelvin. I only have a few months till our deal ends," I pleaded.

"Aww, mafia boy pleading for love," he teased. "Well, she won't love someone that treats her body like a thing, that's for sure," he says.

"It's going to take time, which is why I asked you to try and renew the contract," he went on.

"You know I can't; she would prefer suicide over renewing the contract," I said.

"Well, give her another contract to follow," Kelvin blunted.

"Which is?" I asked. "A pregnancy contract," he replied. "Once she is carrying your child, you will have a hold on her," he explained further.

"You already thought this ahead, haven't you?" I questioned. "Come on, you know you can't always settle for one plan," he replied.

"So, pregnancy before making her fall in love with me, I like it; besides, how hard can it be," I mumbled, smiling at his plan.

I wanted to thank him but before it got to his head, I refrained from saying anything.