A Second Chance For Revenge

Faye stood still, her eyes locked on Phillip as he slowly walked toward her. The air around them felt thick, charged with an energy that made her heart beat faster. But there was no fear in her. Not for him. Not for this moment. Faye was far from afraid; in fact, she felt strangely calm.

Phillip was tall, his steps confident and deliberate, as if he knew exactly how to make her notice him. He was handsome, no doubt, with a rugged charm that would have made most women swoon. But Faye wasn't like most women. She had seen the world through a different lens, and she wasn't easily swayed by looks or smooth talk.

"Don't get me wrong," she said, her voice steady but laced with a touch of humor, "You're not my type."

Phillip stopped just a few feet away from her, his eyes narrowing slightly, intrigued by her words. He had expected some reaction, maybe shyness or uncertainty, but instead, she stood there, bold and unwavering. He smiled.

"Not your type?" Phillip repeated, his voice low and smooth. "Well, that's interesting. And what exactly is your type, Faye?"

Faye tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a small smile. She crossed her arms, unconsciously making herself even more alluring. "Someone who doesn't think they can just walk in here and charm me with a few words."

Phillip chuckled, clearly entertained. He was used to women falling at his feet, but there was something about Faye that intrigued him. Most women would have been flattered by his attention, 

He took a step closer, his gaze intense but respectful. Faye didn't flinch.

"You're not afraid of me, are you?" Phillip asked, his voice playful now. He wasn't sure if he wanted her to be afraid, but the thought of breaking down that wall she had built around herself was too tempting to ignore.

Faye met his gaze head-on, her expression unwavering. "Afraid? No. Why would I be?"

Phillip smiled again, a little impressed by her confidence. "I'm used to women being afraid," he admitted, taking another step forward. He was so close now, just inches away from her. She could feel the warmth radiating off him, but it didn't faze her. Instead, it only made her more curious.

"I'm sure you are," Faye said coolly. "But you'll find that I'm different."

"I can see that," he said, his voice softer now, almost as if he was studying her. "But just because I'm not your type doesn't mean we can't have some fun, right?"

Faye raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. She wasn't sure what he meant by "fun," but she was intrigued. She had been through enough in her life to know that sometimes, life had a way of surprising you when you least expected it.

"Well," she said, her tone playful but still firm, "You might not be my type, but I have to admit, it's fun to be seduced by someone like you."

Phillip's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. That was exactly the reaction he had been hoping for. Faye wasn't like other women; she didn't just go along with the game

. She played it her own way.

I stood before Phillip, watching his every reaction as I laid out the details of the situation. It wasn't just about what he needed; it was about what I wanted. 

"You don't want to get married," I started, my voice steady and matter-of-fact. "But your grandmother wants you to."

His expression shifted from confusion to something more guarded. He clearly didn't want to talk about this, but I wasn't going to waste any more time. "You know exactly what I mean. If you want her investment, if you want your company to succeed, you need to get married.

Phillip frowned, his thoughts clearly racing. "And you're saying that someone is you?"

I didn't flinch. "Yes. I'm offering you exactly what you need. A marriage contract. I'll marry you, Phillip. You get the investment you need, and in return, I help you secure your grandmother's investment.

His eyes narrowed, clearly skeptical. "And what do you get out of this?"

I took a step closer, making sure he could see the resolve in my eyes. "I get what I want. Control. Security. And I get you—not Tila."

He opened his mouth to argue, but I kept going, pushing the point home. "This isn't about love, Phillip. It's about business. Your grandmother's investment, your future, and what I'm willing to give you to make sure it all works."

Phillip was silent for a moment, his mind clearly processing everything I was saying. but I knew he was starting to understand. He needed me. And I wasn't going to let him forget that.

"And there's more," I added, making sure to drive the point home. "I have information. About your competitors. I know what they're planning, and I'm willing to give you that information to help you stay ahead of them. You need me, Phillip. I can give you the tools to succeed."

Phillip blinked, taken aback. "You've been keeping track of my competitors?"

I nodded. "I've done my research. I know who's gunning for you. And I can help you outsmart them."

His eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. He was weighing my offer, unsure if he could trust me. But I wasn't done yet.

"And here's the deal," I continued, taking another step closer to him. "We'll keep things simple. This will be a contract marriage. There will be no physical contact between us during the contract period. We'll be clear about our assets, and there won't be any interference with each other's personal lives."

Phillip's expression shifted, his brows furrowing. "No physical contact?" he asked, almost incredulously.

"Yes," I confirmed, my tone unwavering. "We'll keep it strictly professional. We'll live as husband and wife for the duration of the contract, but there will be no intimacy involved. No strings attached."

He seemed to process this for a moment, then nodded slowly, as if coming to terms with the terms. "And the divorce?"

I smiled, the plan falling into place perfectly. "Once the contract period is over, we'll divorce. We both walk away. No mess, no drama."

Phillip let out a slow breath, clearly unsure. But I could see the wheels turning in his head. He didn't want to admit it, but I could tell he knew this was the only option left. He needed me. He needed the investment. And I had the leverage.

"So, to be clear," he said, his voice tight, "you'll marry me. Help me secure the investment. Keep everything strictly business. And when the time comes, we'll get a divorce. No complications."

I nodded, my eyes locking onto his. "Exactly. It's simple. No drama. No complications."

Phillip didn't speak right away. The silence stretched between us, and I could tell he was still considering everything. But I knew he was already making up his mind. He couldn't afford to pass this up.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke again, his voice low but firm. "Alright. Let's do it. But don't think for a second that this is going to be easy."

I smiled, a confident, almost victorious smile. "I wouldn't expect it to be. But we'll make it work. You'll see."

Phillip didn't say anything else, but the tension in the room had shifted. He was in. And now, so was I. We had a con

tract. A deal. And there was no turning back.