Billionaire President's Contract Wife

As night fell on the mansion where the Lawson family resided in Wrocester, Freya Lawson pushed open the doors and heard a scream from the living room.

"Mum! Why has the Austin family sent so many engagement gifts? The jewelry and diamonds alone are worth a fortune, let alone the billion-dollar contract. We not only get rid of a knucklehead, but also cashing in big time!" Freya exclaimed.

Freya took a look around the living room and noticed the numerous pieces of expensive jewelry and designer clothing, the total value of which was about a million dollars. She couldn't help but be impressed by the opulence. The Austin family lived up to their reputation as the city's most wealthy family, flaunting their wealth even in engagement gifts, even though they allowed Freya to marry into their family to break a curse.

"Hush, don't say that! She's back!" Sophie Lawson, Freya's stepmother, glanced at the door and exchanged a knowing look with Lola Lawson after she saw Freya coming.

Lola was unimpressed and sneered as she wore some jewelry she had taken from the table, "She's just a retard! She wouldn't understand a word I said even if she heard me."

Sophie reprimanded her quietly, "Even a mad dog will bite, let alone a living person. You'd better behave and not cause any trouble before she married."

Lola rolled her eyes and ignored the warning. She didn't take it seriously because all of these gifts would be hers after Freya got married. She had nothing anything to lose.

Sophie, despite her aversion to Freya, approached her. She pretended to care about Freya as she said, "Freya, you must be tired. I made you dinner. Why don't you take a shower now? I'll have someone bring you your dinner soon."

Freya nodded silently and proceeded to her "room" as usual, but Sophie hastily stopped her after she had taken only two steps.

"You must sleep in your own room tonight because the Austins will pick you up the following day. I'll make sure you're dressed to the nines for your wedding."

With a goofy grin, Freya said, "Freya is getting married! Freya is going to make a beautiful bride.

She seemed overjoyed as she jumped up the stairs.

Lola sneered as she saw how cheerful Freya was, "Idiot! Why should she be happy when her future husband is a ugly freak?"

"Lola, please deliver the meal to Freya's room now," Sophie gave the order, concerned that her daughter would ruin her perfect plan.

The Austins told Sophie that they would only sign the billion-dollar contract with her after Freya got married. She knew she must cherish Freya and treat her well until that time came.

Lola grumbled to her mother, "Mom, can't you see I'm trying on new clothes? Why don't you just have the servant bring it to her?'

Sophie approached Lola, snatched the clothes from her grasp, and exclaimed, "Just go! Everything she gets after she got marries will be yours, so you need to butter her up. But if she becomes greedy and hard to control someday, you'll definitely regret it.'

After hearing this, Lola reluctantly went to the kitchen to get the food.

Freya stood by the railing on the second floor at the same time, overhearing the conversation downstairs. She clearly heard every word. Her eyes were clear, making her appear clever rather than the fool she had just pretended to be.

She realized then that Lawsons had brought her to town because they intended to marry her into the wealthy Austin family.

Freya gave a gentle smile.

"Do you want me to make a sacrifice for you in order to bring in money? You wish!" she thought to herself.

Lola came upstairs with the meal while Freya was thinking, so she regained her silly expression and made her way to her room.

Freya, your dinner is ready. Please come and eat." Lola forced a smile on her face as she served Freya her meal.

The dishes in the bowl were a vibrant red, and the room was filled with the pungent aroma of chili sauce.

Lola did it on purpose. She had purposefully poured almost an entire jar of chili sauce into it to tease Freya because she wanted to see her make a fool of herself.

She enjoyed teasing Freya since they were both little girls. The joy she felt inside whenever she saw Freya cry out in pity was beyond words.

Lola acted this way because she was envious of Freya's beauty.

Freya looked at the food before shrinking her body and shaking her head timidly, saying, "No, I don't want to eat that! Freya's afraid of spicy things."

"It's not spicy at all! It's tomato sauce, and it tastes sour and sweet!" Lola coaxed her, believing she could easily fool this fool.

Freya lowered her head, but her eyes flashed with icy malice. She pretended to be curious and reached for the bowl.

Lola found it most enjoyable to bully Freya. When she noticed Freya was about to eat the food, she quickly took out her phone and prepared to take a photo of her.

Lola planned to take photos of Freya when she got humiliated and post them online so that no one would ever think she was attractive again.

Freya smiled gently as she took a delicate bite of the dish and held it in her mouth. She then sprayed a mouthful of chili sauce all over Lola's face with a "puff" sound.

Lola screamed in frustration after three seconds of stunned silence.

"You stupid idiot! You did that on purpose!"

Lola's chin and cheeks were covered in red chili pepper, which dripped onto her designer dress.

It was the most expensive item sent by the Austin family, and she intended to flaunt it to her friends in high society tonight.

The dress was now splattered with chili sauce that resembled bloodstains and had a spicy smell.

Lola clenched her teeth tightly together in her rage and raised a fist to hit Freya.

Freya, however, yelled out of the blue, "Ahh! There's a cockroach there! Freya is so scared!"

Freya grabbed Lola's waist and pushed her down to the ground while she was yelling.

That bowl of hot, spicy food spilled over Lola's head, making her eyes sting so much that she couldn't open them. She was only able to let out screams.

In agony, she shouted, "It hurts! Get the hell away from me, you moron!"

However, Freya didn't want to leave Lola alone. She then yanked on Lola's hair, pretending to be innocent, and said, "The cockroach hid in your hair! Kill it now!"

Lola felt so painful, as if her scalp was about to split in two. She cried out, "Freya, you idiot, let go of my hair! Ah! It hurts!"

But since Freya was too strong, Lola could do nothing except scream while enduring her attacks.

"Mom! Help! She's trying to kill me!"

Sophie was trying on jewelry downstairs when she heard the cries for help, so she ran upstairs immediately.

Sophie noticed Freya pouncing on Lola and hitting her as soon as she entered the room. She became so enraged that she couldn't breathe and yelled at Freya after she calmed down, "Freya, what are you doing?"

"Look, a cockroach! A cockroach is on Aunt Sophie's body!" Freya rushed Sophie after she had pranked Lola for long enough.

Freya also had chili sauce on her, so she stained Sophie's dress with red marks. Sophie felt like crying out of rage.

"Freya, stand up! We have maids cleaning the house every day. How is it possible that there;s a cockroach?"

"I saw it! The cockroach is attacking Aunt Sophie!" Freya suddenly widened her eyes and yelled, "It's inside Aunt Sophie's dress!" as if she were scared.

She went insane after that, frantically pulled at Sophie's clothes, grabbed a slipper, and smashed it directly into her stomach.

"Ah!"

Freya hit Sophie hard, which made her keep screaming in agony.

Steps could be heard coming from downstairs at that precise moment.

Freya blinked as she realized her father, Bruce Lawson, had returned.

She quickly climbed off Sophie and hid to the side, pretending to be afraid.

Sophie was so enraged that she approached Freya and intended to punch her. Freya immediately sank to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably while clutching her body.

"Don't hit Freya! Freya will listen to yours..." she begged.

Bruce walked in through the door, his face solemn as Sophie was about to hit Freya.

"Sophie, what the hell are you doing?" Bruce charged over and grabbed her hand.

Sophie's hair was unkempt, and her clothes were strewn about, revealing a part of her chest.

She threw herself at Bruce, sobbing as she said, "Bruce! I kindly prepared dinner for Freya and had Lola deliver it to her. But, she showed no gratitude toward us. She not only pulled Lola's hair and hit her, but she also ripped my clothes apart. Look what she's done to me and my daughter."

Bruce's face turned serious as he glanced around the room and exclaimed, "Is this the meal you prepared for her? Just a bowl of chili sauce?"

Lola couldn't help but tremble in fear as she saw her father's intimidating expression.

After the Austins sent him the engagement gift, Bruce reminded Sophie and Lola to look after Freya when she returned back in town. He wouldn't let Lola off the hook so easily if he discovered she had used chili sauce as a taunt against Freya.

Sophie gave Lola an angry look before shifting the blame entirely to Freya.

"Because Freya loves tomato sauce, I had Lola add some to the dish. You and I both know that Lola has never cooked a meal in her life, so it's understandable that she mixed up chili sauce and tomato sauce. It's not her fault."

Upon hearing Sophie's explanation, Bruce's expression softened slightly.

Lola felt a sense of relief wash over her as she realized she wouldn't be punished.

She didn't intend to go easy on Freya, though. Accusingly, she said, "Dad, it's true that I made a mistake by adding chili sauce to the plate, but Freya shouldn't have hit me! Take a good look at the $100,000 dress I'm wearing. Both my mother and I are wearing expensive dresses that the Austins generously sent to us, but everything is ruined because of Freya!"

Bruce's calm demeanor quickly faded as he scolded Freya, "Freya, you should apologize to your Aunt Sophie and sister!"

Freya looked up, her eyes watering and her lips pouting as if she were about to cry.

Bruce was reminded of her late mother by seeing her like this, which agitated him. With a wave of his hand, he impatiently said, "Forget it. Go wash up, Freya. I'll have the servants bring food to you again later."

His tone became stern as he turned to Sophie and Lola and said, "Both of you, come with me to the study."

Bruce angrily reprimanded them in the study, pointing at them, "I told you to treat her well, but you both ignored my words!"

When Bruce heard Sophie's explanation, he didn't buy it. Lola had never cooked before, but he couldn't fathom how she could mistake chili sauce for tomato sauce.

He knew that all the bottles and jars had clear labels, and he was confident that Lola could understand them.

"I'm warning you one last time, none of you is allowed to mess with Freya tonight. If you sabotage my plan, you'll both be doomed!" Bruce exclaimed.

Sophie reassured Bruce with a smile, "No need to worry, Bruce. I assure you that the wedding will go off exactly as planned."

"You better remember your promise. Once she marries into the Austin family, you'll have everything you want," Bruce said, taking a seat on the couch. "I had a meeting with Arthur Austin this afternoon, and he agreed to hold off on signing the contract until after the wedding. However, he added a new condition."

Curious, Sophie asked, "What condition?"

Bruce wore a blank expression as he conveyed, "As you all know, Bradley Austin is a worthless waste. Besides, he is believed to be cursed. The three women who had previously married him all met tragic ends as a result of the curse, but they were all well compensated."

"If anything happens to Freya after her marriage to Bradley, Arthur has promised our family seventy million dollars in compensation. But if she makes it, we have to work with him to destroy Bradley." Bruce elaborated.

Sophie's eyes lit up with excitement upon hearing the proposition. "This deal seems highly profitable for us. Did you agree to it?"

"Absolutely! If we can get those seventy million dollars, let's give it all to Lola when she gets married in the future."

Quick as a flash, Sophie winked at Lola and said, "Lola, why don't you thank your dad?"

Lola, thrilled by the prospect of gaining all these benefits, responded sweetly, "Thank you, Dad. You're so good to me."

Freya was standing in the doorway at the time and overheard the entire conversation.

She realized that her father was a jerk who put money before his daughter's happiness.

He wanted to marry Bradley despite knowing about his curse and physical disability, and he openly discussed the generous compensation he would get with his mistress.

He didn't care about Freya's well-being because he used her as a tool to gain money.

Feeling betrayed and used, Freya decided she wouldn't mind causing chaos within the family before leaving.

She had returned to town as she got fed up with living in the countryside, but now she had more important things to do.

Her stepmother and stepsister had taken possession of her mother's belongings, which were legally hers, after her mother's death. Freya was determined to reclaim what was hers.

Freya's mother died tragically years ago, and she was resolved to find out the truth and bring the perpetrator to justice.

With these motives firmly in her mind, Freya put on a smile and headed back to her room.

But the moment she entered her bedroom, she sensed a chilling presence. Someone pushed her against the wall hard before she could defend herself.

She could smell the metallic scent of blood and hear a low, hoarse male voice warning her, "Be quiet."

As Freya raised her head, she saw a masked man pressing a gun against her temple. Her natural reflexes kicked in, and she dared not to move a muscle.

Freya, confused as to how the intruder had entered, swiftly took stock of her surroundings. It became evident to her that the previously closed window was now wide open, suggesting that the man had entered through it.

The man's injuries were evident as he struggled to control the bleeding while holding the gun in one hand and pressing the other against his chest.

Freya stared at him silently for a while before acting frightened and retreating a step.

"Please don't hurt Freya. I'll listen to yours and won't make a sound," she pleaded in a whimpering voice.

The man narrowed his eyes and looked at Freya, his icy, penetrating gaze revealing a trace of interest.

He couldn't help but notice something slightly unusual about her. Despite her clear and innocent teary eyes, reminiscent of a precious gem, there was an expression on her face that seemed more fitting for a young child of five or six years old.

"Are you a fool?" he asked.

"Don't call me a fool! I'm not foolish! I'm smart," Freya pouted, squinting her big, beautiful eyes at him.

Looking down from the window, the man sneered, "It appears that you truly are a fool." He tightened his grip on Freya.

He couldn't leave because the killers who were finding him were still downstairs.