Contract Wife For Six Months

" Mom, why are you here?" His cold voice reverberated inside the luxurious sitting room as he ascended the stairs, his hands tucked inside his tuxedo suit like a Greek god.

From the crown of his head to the sole of his feet, this man embodies the divine essence of a Greek god. His countenance radiates an ethereal glow as if touched by the golden rays of Apollo himself.

" Don't I have the right to be here?" the woman who was seated on one of the sofas said with her brows creased.

" You should at least let me know before coming, you always come at the wrong time" he muttered the last part but she still heard what he said, so she scoffed.

The opulent sitting room exudes elegance and refinement. Adorned with velvet drapes in deep jewel tones, the room is bathed in a warm, golden glow from the crystal chandelier above.

A grand fireplace, framed by carved marble, crackles with a comforting fire, casting dancing shadows on the plush Persian rug below.

The walls were covered in richly textured damask wallpaper. They are adorned with gilded mirrors and exquisite oil paint.

Luxurious silk cushions, embroidered with gold thread. It makes the guests sink into the embrace of the velvet sofas and armchairs, upholstered in the finest brocade.

Mrs Royals looked around the luxurious sitting room before sitting on the sofa which was facing him directly.

" Don't you get tired of being alone?" She asked but he ignored her question by rolling his eyes nonchalantly.

" I am talking to you Henry Royals!" She half yelled, her face flushed with anger and sadness.

" Not now Mom," he groaned before checking his expensive and flashy wristwatch.

" I need to go right now. I have some business to attend to" he muttered, straightened his tie, and walked out on his mum.

" Don't tell me you're walking out on me, Henry?" She asked as she stood up, grabbed her bag, and walked after him to the parking lots.

She wasn't ready to let him go if he didn't give in to her request. For Christ's sake! He will be 26 years in a few weeks, how come he doesn't have a girlfriend let alone a wife? Such a workaholic!

" What does it seem like I am doing? He asked without looking back as he walked to his sleek black Lamborghini Aventador.

" You're no longer a kid Henry!"

" Mom! I am just twenty-nine years okay? So let me off the hook already" he rolled his eyes and opened the car's door but his mom grabbed the door and shut it immediately with a loud bang making Henry flinch a little, then he closed his eyes and inhaled.

" You're going nowhere if you don't set a date to show me your fiancee or rather your wife," Mrs. Royals said in a serious tone.

Mrs. Royals, in her mid-forties, possesses a captivating beauty that radiates