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I LEFT MY EX HUSBAND AND MARRIED A BILLIONAIRE

I LEFT MY EX HUSBAND AND MARRIED A BILLIONAIRE

Elena's world crumbles when she finds out her husband, Alex, has been cheating on her. After confronting him, he doesn't show regret; rather he demands for a divorce and she walks away for good, giving up her marriage and the career she carefully built. To move on, she strikes an unexpected deal: a contract marriage with Max, who turns out to be Alex's past rival. But just as Elena begins to rebuild her life, Alex realizes what he lost-and wants her back. But Elena isn't the same woman he once knew and she is not alone anymore.
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Chapter 6

~ELENA'S POV~ "Elena, you need to eat. How can you care for your mother if you don't eat?" Max said as he pushed a bowl of soup and noodles in my direction, "You've been at your mother's bedside for the past two days. You need some time off to rest and eat well. You are so thin." I grimaced. I looked at my arms and couldn't deny Max's statement. I had lost weight in the past few days. I accepted the meal and dug in. Max insisted that I take a break from watching my mother, even just for a few hours. I haven't left my mother's bedside since she was transferred to Dickson Medical Center two days ago. Thus, we were at a Chinese restaurant that was about to close, but Max's family was well known with a higher reputation in the city, and the owners were more than willing to accommodate him. I felt better while eating. The soup and noodles warmed my stomach. I have not had a good meal for the past few days, and it's showing on me in the way I was eating, and at the same time, giving sensational sounds. "My grandfather will be returning from his trip in three weeks, and he'll be hosting a family reunion dinner at his place. I am going to introduce you as my girlfriend, so your divorce needs to be finalized before then," Max announced. He raised his chin, flaunting his perfectly proportioned face. "And how do you intend to do that? Because, obviously I don't think it can be processed that quickly," I mentioned "Concerning that, you have nothing to worry about. I can get the Supreme Court to hasten the process," Max assured. I don't doubt Max can pull off such a stunt. The Dicksons have connections in the government. They are one of the oldest and richest families in Washington; they were practically like gods in the city. "You said you've been pressured by your grandfather to get married, why?" I asked Max stared into my eyes. He responded, "To continue the Dickson's legacy, to extend the family, to gain stability and to have grandchildren. It runs in the family," Max paused a bit and avouched, "and it's part of Grandpa's condition before he can give me his shares –that I must get married. I need his shares for a specific reason." I grimaced. I ate some more and stared at Max as he sipped on his soup. After a few seconds, I broke the silence with a question: "Why do you need your grandfather's shares?" Max paused midway from eating his food. He glanced at me and answered, "To secure it and at the same time give me leverage." He leaned back and added, "It is no secret that my family has been in disunity since my father remarried." "My stepbrother was voted as the CEO of Dickson's Enterprises, whereas I was made to only manage the corporation's healthcare entity," Max divulged. He clenched his fist before explaining, "I intend on taking back what is rightfully mine." Come to think of it. Four years ago, Max's stepbrother was chosen to lead Dickson Enterprises instead of him. It was the talk of the town for a long time. I mean, everyone knows Max to be the only biological grandchild of the Dicksons' family, so why was an adoptive son chosen instead of him? Something must be wrong somewhere, either way. "I'm– I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that," I sympathized "It's alright, and thank you for sympathizing with me," Max said. "You have nothing to worry about, I have plans in motion to make sure my family's legacy is secured, and you will help me make that happen." "You mean all this will possibly happen once I get married to you?" I questioned, still puzzled and confused. I couldn't connect the dots. How can my marriage to Max solve his problems? "Max, you are fully aware that I'm a divorcee, I'm worried your family may not accept me." "I know my father won't be in support of this, and that's because he had always wanted me to marry Nicky Dame. We broke up a long time ago, so she is out of the picture now. To be honest with you, it doesn't matter what my father thinks of our relationship. But I know my grandpa won't oppose my choices," Max assured "And Elena, a little piece of advice from me. Never underestimate yourself, no matter the condition you find yourself in." For the first time since meeting Max again, he laughed softly. I couldn't help but notice how the small laugh line on his face made him look enthralling. Max glanced deeply at me, making me feel uncomfortable. "You're worth so much more than you think. I can assure you that in a year, you'll be one of the best jewelry designers in the country, and your company will be top of the charts," Max expressed. "Wait– you are reckoning on the success of my future designs?" I inquired. "Yeah, this is one of the qualities that makes you special and outstanding. I may not know much about you, but I know that your company's top-selling jewelry is your designs." Max informed, "Just trust me, Elena. As long as we work together, I believe everything will be fine. We get to achieve our goals." "Can I trust you on this?" I asked "Yes, of course, Elena, you can trust me," Max assured "Okay, if you say so," I said. "Good," Max declared, "eat." We resumed eating in silence until our bowls were empty. Afterwards, Max announced, "Now that you're technically my girlfriend, I will make sure you're looked after. I will ask Steve to check in on you at intervals. And also, I'll make sure to visit your mother whenever I can. You need to eat thrice daily and make sure you have enough rest* "To ensure that, I'd love you to move in with me," Max added. My eyes widened with my lips parted. I coughed and reacted, "Wait– what? Don't you think it's way too early for that? I think my mother's place is fine–" "Come on, Elena, you must have people around you to help you get through these crucial moments in your life. I can attest to it, cause I've been through it," Max pronounced I mused on Max's words. What could Max be referring to when he said 'I can attest to it, cause I've been through it'? The conflict in his family? Or could it be when his mother passed away? I didn't want to dwell much longer on that thought, so I waved it off and expressed, "If that be the case, I will stay at Olivia's place." "Elena, this is non-negotiable, you're moving in with me this weekend," Max declared. "Besides, we need to get to know each other and make our relationship believable to everyone, especially my grandfather. Because he is the main reason I'm taking this step," Max added I raised a brow and asked, "Okay, let's say I agree to move in with you, how do you propose we make this relationship believable?" "We take it one step at a time, from courtship to engagement to marriage," Max clarified "Are you saying, this won't be a secret marriage thing? I've seen stuff like this in movies, even read it in novels," I said A faint smirk appeared on Max's face, and he asked, "What will be the essence of the whole process if I keep you a secret? I don't think you get it, do you? Remember, I need you to gain my grandpa's favour and shares." "Now that you have signed the agreement papers, I'm certain we can advance further from this point," Max said while buttoning his suit. "Okay, but..." I bit my lips and gasped. I shifted my gaze sideways, then I finally expressed what was bothering my mind, "I know this was not included in the agreement papers, but are we supposed to make babies in the process?"
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