Chapter 2 Chapter 2

Sandra POV

"What do you mean?" I asked with a polite and calm voice, trying to hide the confusion and curiosity that was brewing inside of myself. I looked up at Dylan, my eyes meeting his, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something about the way he was looking at me, something that made me feel like he could see right through me.

"You're pretty and you know that, don't you?" Dylan asked, his facial expression making me start to laugh immediately, those words sounded so untrue to me. It was just too crazy to withhold within myself. I just couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by his words.

While still standing there, laughing like a lunatic, the loud car horn from behind made me look back to see who the heck that was. And that's when I saw him, Lewis, my ex-husband, sitting in the driver's seat of his sleek black car, with the old househelp, Rachel, sitting beside him, with an Happy Expression on her face.

I was immediately angry by what my eyes caught. How dare he show up here, now, after everything he had put me through, after he sent me out of his life, like a piece of trash? I felt my face heat up with rage, and my hands clenched into fists at my sides.

"Hey, old bitch!" Lewis yelled out my name, his voice dripping with malice and contempt. Rachel, on the other hand, just sat there, looking smug and self-satisfied, like she had won some kind of twisted game. But I knew better than to give him that crazy reaction he wanted from me.

I took a deep breath within myself, trying to calm myself down. I wasn't going to let Lewis get to me so easily, not now, not ever. I turned to Dylan, who was watching the scene unfold with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"I'm so sorry about this," I said, feeling a little embarrassed. "That's my ex-husband, Lewis. We didn't exactly part on good terms."

Dylan's expression turned dark, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"Don't apologize to me," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You don't have to explain yourself to me, beauty. But if you want, I can take care of him for you."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by Dylan's offer to me.

"Take care of him?" I repeated, my voice laced with skepticism. "What do you mean by that?"

Dylan's smile was slow and menacing.

"Let's just say I have my ways of dealing with people like Lewis," he said still maintaining his smile. "People who think they can just walk all over others and get away with it."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked at Dylan. There was something about him, something that made me feel like he was capable of anything. And for the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of hope, a sense that maybe, just maybe, I had found someone who could help me take down Lewis and reclaim my old life.

"Nah, just leave him with his mistress, I have better plans for myself," I said with a smile on my face, turning to Dylan, who was waiting for me by the car.

Dylan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Better plans, huh?" he repeated, his voice low and smooth plus menacing.

I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement building up inside me, still trying to place my plan idea very well. "Yes, better plans," I replied, my eyes locked on his.

Dylan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hop in," he said, assisting me into the car.

As we drove away from away from the car parking area, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction within me. I had finally ended things with Lewis, and I was ready to move on with my life.

But just as we were about to drive away, Lewis and his mistress appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of the car, with there eyes giving warnings of there own wickedness.

"I know you've always been a cheat and one cheap old fool," Lewis spat, his eyes blazing with anger.

His mistress, laughed out loud, her eyes gleaming with malice and hate.

I rolled my eyes over, feeling a sense of annoyance wash over me.

"Just ignore them," I said to Dylan, who immediately shifted his gaze to them both.

Dylan's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. "You're better off without him," he said, his voice low and even.

I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Dylan. "I know," I replied, my eyes locked on his.

As we drove away, I just couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building up inside of me. I had finally ended things with Lewis, and I was ready to move on with my life, but I'd always make him pay for Everything he has done to me.

But as I looked at Dylan, I couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty within. What did the future hold for us both? Would we ever be more than just friends?

I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the present moment. I was free from Lewis, and I was ready to start a new chapter in my life.

As we drove through the city, the lights and sounds of the nightlife flashing by us, I turned to Dylan with a mischievous grin.

"Dylan, I have a proposal for you," I said, with a serious expression.

Dylan raised an eyebrow looking spektical with, a hint of curiosity dancing in his eyes.

"What kind of proposal do you have for me?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.

I took a deep breath within myself, my heart racing with excitement.

"I want to propose a contract marriage between us both." I said, my eyes locked on his.

Dylan's eyes widened in surprise, his jaw dropping in shock of my words to him.

"A contract marriage?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, with a funny looking smile on his face.

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. "Yes, a contract marriage," I replied, my eyes locked on his.

Dylan looked at me, his eyes searching mine already.

"Why?" he asked, his voice low and even.

I smiled, feeling a sense of determination wash over me.

"Because I need a husband, and you need a wife," I replied, my eyes locked on his, with a little smile on my face.

Dylan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"And what's in it for me?" he asked.

I grinned, feeling a sense of excitement building up inside me.

"You'll get a wife, a partner, and a friend," I replied, my eyes locked on his.

Dylan looked at me, his eyes searching mine.

"And what about love?" he asked, his voice low and even.

I smiled, feeling a sense of uncertainty wash over me. "We'll see," I replied, my eyes locked on his.

Dylan nodded, a hint of a smile dancing on his lips. "I'm in," he said, his voice low and smooth.

I grinned, feeling a sense of excitement building up inside me. "Great," I replied, my eyes locked on his.

" But on one condition." He said, building up an immediate tension within myself.

" What's that?" I stammered those words out, as if they were really hard words to say.

" You'd act like my wife in the business gala tonight." I looked at him with a mixed look on my face.

" Business Gala?" I asked.

" Yes, I'm Dylan Smith, the richest man in New York City."