CHAPTER 3

Lisa's POV

I didn't have this kind of self-image in mind.

Despite my poor luck in relationships, I've never thought of entering into an arranged or contract marriage.

I have never been in a relationship and am a f**king virgin. I'm unsure whether it's my obstinate behavior when it comes to closeness or the pleasure of a man chatting to me that makes them leave and never come back for another date.

I've been crying, cursing, and wishing for the impossible all day while working at my office.

How am I expected to wed my employer? And for just one year? How is it even imaginable?

Is the fact that I will be sharing a home with him or the short duration of our relationship the problem?

I can't think of any specific reason why I'm upset. I don't feel like completing this, to put it simply.

My weak heart is making me nervous, and my boss is a Greek god.

I'd been working here for a year, and for the first few weeks, I'd been secretly adoring him. However, my infatuation on him began to go away the way it arrived and I fell further into my job as he showed his real colors by shouting at me, giving me commands, and torturing me with a ton of work to accomplish all in the name of penalties.

In the coming weeks, Grandma has to have surgery on her leg, but I lack the money.

Absolutely nothing!

The expense of living, which includes our mortgage, rent, food, home upkeep, and grandma's prescription medications, is entirely covered by my salary.

There is nothing else I can save but them.

How will I acquire money before my next checkup, which is in two weeks?

During the medical appointment in two weeks, the exact day of the surgery will be chosen.

If we don't bring the money, the doctor could send us home since we haven't been paying the hospital bills for a month. Due to a situation, I had to spend that moon on something else.

Gosh! I was hurt in the head.

Weeping won't solve the problem. Finding a new answer is what I need now.

Should I ask Juliet for her advice on what to do? I have never felt more insecure about myself in my whole life.

I now have two options, none of which I want to pursue: either I get married to my boss for a year or I become Frederick's slut for the rest of time while he takes care of all of my financial needs and pays my costs.

I'm now telling myself to stop sobbing. Almost all of the fluids that were left inside of me have been lost, and right now all I want to do is curl up in my little bed and cry.

The intercom rings, jarring me out of my reverie, and I am startled to realize that I have been sleeping for the last five hours.

Is it the boss? Is he attempting to fire me? He didn't even touch the documents he gave me this morning.

I am decomposing flesh. I am aware that he will likely rage at me and even fire me after his long corrections.

Tears begin to form in my eyes as I get the courage to pick up the intercom.

I stammer, "H...he...llo, sir," my lips quivering.

I'm moved even though I have no understanding of what he's trying to say. If he fires me, it will be because I failed to complete my tasks and allowed my problems to prevent me from doing so.

He dismisses me with the words "You can go home" and leaves the room.

"What?!" My breathing becomes strained and my heartbeat quickens with the thought of losing my job just when I need it most.

"Did you hear what I said?" I asked. He screams at me angrily. He's still furious from earlier.

I instructed you to return home after work. As he continues, I furrow my brows.

He is absolutely not like this. Should I give up and go home instead of working? Is he dismissing me from my job permanently or just for today?

Before I can ask him what he means, he switches off the phone, causing me to hunch even lower in the chair.

At this moment, my doubt has increased. I'm still unsure of what he wants me to do. Although the task hasn't started yet, I was just about to begin when his call came through.

Is it best to hold off till tomorrow as he advised? Can I return the following day?

When my phone begins to ring, I quickly answer it because I think it's my boss calling once again.

As I see Juliet's name on the computer instead of my boss' name, I sigh with relief and feel something crack within me.

My boss was supposed to have a meeting at 4 o'clock; it's almost 5 o'clock now. I forgot to give him another call so we could go to the appointment.

He could have traveled there alone or with his secretary. Our employer has a secretary and I work for him as his personal assistant.

He called to tell me to go, which suggests he isn't back in the office and I can finally leave.

I take the call.

I'm on my way to your home. Hello. Ate you back home from work yet? She shouts into the phone loudly.

I suddenly remember talking to Juliet about going out today. I have the perfect opportunity to tell her about my work and the benefits he offers me.

I'm curious what she thinks about it. If she were in my shoes, would she take it or turn it down, as I did?

I just respond, startled at the sound of my voice, "I will be there shortly." I can only hope Grandma doesn't discover anything.

Instead of attempting to get up and go as the employer has asked, I finish the discussion and stay seated. I find his photo on the laptop when I open it, just like I had left it this morning before he called me into his office.

He appears incredible. Handsome. Beautiful.

The more I stare at him, the deeper his eyes go into me, making me conscious of what I'm doing and making me think this is more than just an image.

I scroll down quickly.

The man I refer to as my boss has information about him on the Internet, including his age and background.

There is just one thing that both the workforce and the general public find confusing. I'm not going to act like I'm not puzzled.

He has never been mentioned as being in a romantic relationship since I started working here, and I have never seen a woman come looking for him.

He wants a one-year engagement, but why? Is this simply done for profit?

As soon as my eyes come to rest on the network, I repress a gasp. Although I am aware of my employer's obscene fortune, I had no idea he was this affluent. He has activities over the whole continent and is a trillionaire, not just a billionaire.

I start to pack my things as my hands start to shake terribly.

I must see Juliet. I had to inform her about what occurred at work today. She must obviously know every detail about my job, too.

Before I make a decision, I need her input.

I'm hoping that any decision I make will be for the best and prevent me from having any regrets afterward.