My Billionaire Wife

Zoya’s Pov

Staying in with Abrar was worse than I expected, I thought the constant cockroach attacks was worst but when the shower head broke when I was bathing that was the last straw for me.

“Abrar” I screamed his name in panic from the bathroom.

“What is it?” He yelled back his voice filled with panic.

“The shower head broke” I complained. Never in my life have I witnessed such a strange thing it was fascinating as well as frustrating.

“Are you done bathing?” He asked.

“No I am not, what am I going to do?” I yelled in frustration.

“Well just quickly finish your shower there is nothing I can do about it while you are in there” he replied.

“So you want to wash up with an open shower head without control?” I asked in disbelief. I can’t believe what he is asking me to do. That is just utterly crazy.

“Well if you are done bathing, put on your clothes and leave the bathroom” he responded and I heard his footsteps as he walked away.

“Abrar” I yelled his name calling out to him but got no reply.

Argh, he never stops getting on my nerves. I quickly finished up my shower and dressed up and then walked out of the bathroom.

He sat on the small worn-out couch watching the TV. “Oh, are you done?” He asked, looking in my direction.

“Well obviously, if not I would not be out here, we need to talk Abrar, fix the shower head first I will go to my room and get properly dressed we cannot have an open tap shower in this house” I yelled.

“I told you….” He replied before I banged the door refusing to hear why he wanted to tell me.

Argh, it was so frustrating trying to talk to him. I want him to do a lot of things but he always insists he does not have the money for it, which I completely understand.

I am a married woman now so I know I am not going to be getting any allowance from my dad anymore. I have to start fending for myself and it is not like my husband is very rich either.

I pulled out my jeans and top. I have always wanted to dress like this but due to the constant scrutiny of my father, I was never able to. Maybe I can finally have the freedom I have wished for here.

I checked myself In the mirror and I could confirm I looked good, my figure well accentuated and I decided to style my hair in curly waves and let it fall beautifully behind my back.

I was good to go, it was not like I had anywhere I was doing but yeah I wanted to look good and today Abrar was not going to work so I am assuming he was going to be laying at home all day.

I walked out of the room just as Abrar walked out of the bathroom, with his clothes and hair completely soaked and wet he looked like a wet giant dog but I could not help myself from scanning his body, for the first time I noticed they Abrar was very fit I knew he has not had an easy life as he grew up poor but still it was so surprising to see him looking so fit.

“What are you staring at?” He asked with a scowl on his face.

“Well I can’t help but notice that you look like a wet dog,” I said laughing out looking at him as I clutched my stomach.

I can’t let him know I was checking him out.

“You said we needed to talk,” he said, ignoring my shenanigans, well better that way, I was embarrassed myself.

“Yes we do,” I replied.

“Okay then, I will quickly go change up my clothes and then we can talk, better?” He asked. I nodded my head in response as he walked to his room.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I wonder why he decided to stay in that room all by himself but well there is nothing I could do since he has decided not to listen to me. He was so adamant about not staying in the exact same room with me.

I sat on the worn-out couch, waiting for him to finish changing up, grabbing the ancient remote control, and switching the channel to look for something interesting to keep me busy.

He walked out of his bedroom or should I say storehouse where he was wearing shorts which was odd. I had never seen him wearing shorts before which he paired with a top.

“Okay, so what do you want to talk about?” He asked as he sat down on the chair opposite me, staring at me with a blank expression.

“Well, have you fixed the shower?” I asked.

“No I haven’t, I just stopped the water from flowing for now, we will have to get a plumber to come over and fix it” he said.

“So I know all this might be sounding and feeling strange for you but like I said it is only temporary,” I said.

“I am way more than uncomfortable with all this, you are an unmarried woman who is not my wife even though we deceive other people we are and we are staying in the same room, I am extremely not comfortable with all this, I am lying to everybody I know my friends, my boss. it is just so annoying” he vented.

“Well, I am sorry for putting you in this situation but I had no choice” I replied. “Well, I understand you are not comfortable with all this so what if I made a business proposal” I offered.

“A business proposal? Zoya, I hope this is not one of the useless schemes that you are planning” he responded.

I could not help but roll my eyes at him, he was so distrustful.

“I am not planning anything okay so calm down your horses” I replied.

“So what is this business proposal you want to discuss?” He asked.

“Why don’t we sign a contract, I will pay you a thousand dollars after the contract ends and I will finally inherit my father’s company and you still get to keep your job in the company” I offered.

He stared at me blankly, with no response, before his expression changed to that of one who looked like he was staring at a crazy person.

“Are you crazy? What absurdity are you saying?” He asked, staring at me in disbelief.

“I am not crazy, it is a win, win situation for both of us anyway so there is nothing to really think about you become one million dollars richer and I am finally the CEO of my father’s company and you still get to keep your job,” I said, with a smile on my face as I thought that was a generous offer.

With that money he should be able to buy a small apartment, and put it to his name and get married in the future to a woman he really wants to.

“I am not collecting such money, in fact, I don’t think I can continue with this facade anymore, I am not a liar Zoya but you have made me one which I absolutely despise” he yelled at me.

“Then What do you want? I am offering you such a good opportunity and you are rejecting it, so tell me what do you want?” I asked, screaming at him angrily.

It was so frustrating, the condition of the house was so bad, now the bad shower head had to be repaired, the groceries in the house were running out and he was barely surviving and now I was giving him a very easy route out and he was rejecting, or was the money I offered too small.

“Should I increase the money? Was it too small, would you want me to increase it to two million or would three million be better” I offered to increase the price.

“I don’t need your damn money, I don’t need all that it does not seat well with my conscience deceiving the people close to me like this” he replied

“You are being very unreasonable right now so why do you want me to do? Go over to my parents and tell them that it was all a lie?” I asked him in disbelief.

“Well yes, I think that is what we should do, it is still early before we dig ourselves in too deep. Sooner or later they will discover that we are not truly married” he replied.

“So that is it, you want me to tarnish my father’s image Further, who is going to believe me if I tell them you haven’t taken away my dignity, we have been staying together for some days now and I am sure no one will believe a girl and a man in a house haven’t indulged in any of those act,” I said.

“But we haven’t, and you were the one that forced me into this situation, I wanted no part in it and I was not the one who told you to be so dumb enough to plan to elope with someone who you are well older than” he argued, yelling at me his furiously.

“So now you insult me?” I said, my voice tinged with a little bit of hurt.

His expression immediately calmed down upon seeing the hurt expression on my face

“I… that is not what I mean,” he said, trying to explain himself.

“So what do you want? What do I have to do to make you sign the contract?” I asked.

“The only way I will sign a contract with you and allow you to stay here in my house for as long as the time you are asking for is only if you agree to get married to me, legally and traditionally,” he said.