Page 66 of The Husband Contract
“Well, those people are normally called narcissists,” she says, “or sociopaths. But nothing?—”
“Willow,” I interrupt quietly. “I don’t love you.”
She gasps and pulls back slightly. I can see the question in her eyes as she blinks slowly.
“Sorry—what did you say?”
“I don’t love you, Willow. This marriage, us, this is not real. It’s not real for me, and it’s not real for you.”
“Stop the act, Sebastian.”
“What?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Did you think I didn’t know you were marrying me for money? Did you think I don’t know just who you really are?”
Her jaw drops. “What are you saying? Is this a joke? Idon’t understand what’s going on, Sebastian. You’re scaring me.”
“This isn’t a joke. Remember Sergio? Remember the millions of dollars?”
“What? Who?”
“Sergio. My brother, Sergio.”
“What?” She blinks at me, utterly confused.
“Don’t play dumb, Willow. The last guy you were seeing—what was his name?”
She bites down on her lower lip. “You mean Clark Kent?”
I roll my eyes. She’s really starting to fucking annoy me now.
“Clark Kent? Superman?”
“I mean, he told me his name was Clark Kent. He didn’t tell me what his real name was. I didn’t understand why, but what, he was your brother?”
“I abhor liars, Willow.”
“But I’m not a liar!”
“Can you honestly look me in the eyes and tell me you’ve never told me a lie?”
She blinks and shakes her head. “No, but—listen to me?—”
I jump out of the bed and head to my case. I pull out a stack of papers and hand them to her.
“This is a contract.”
“A contract? What are you talking about?”
“It’s a marriage contract. We’ll be married for one year. You’ll obey whatever I want you to do.”
“Sebastian, I?—”
“If you don’t, I’ll ruin your bed and breakfast. I’ll ruin your life. And just for shits and giggles, I’ll ruin the lives of Katherine and Brielle, as well.”
“Sebastian, I don’t understand. What are you talkingabout? Who’s Sergio? Honestly, I didn’t know that was Clark Kent's real name,” she mumbles. Her face looks absolutely gobsmacked.
