Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 46. Oktavist.

Chapter 46: 46. Oktavist.

One minute I was wondering what exactly I was going to do. How I was going to handle the entire situation, how I was going to approach it all and the next minute, I’m tipping the bartender a huge sum just so I can stand behind the counter because I just could not think of how to start up a normal conversation with her.

Being the bartender was an easier approach, the conversation would start naturally.

And it did.

I was nervous. Very nervous.

It was my first time talking with her after all.

And although she was drunk and sad about how her entire day had played out. I was happy. Happy that she finally found out about her scumbag husband and her bitch cousin. I was happy she now knew she was divorced.

Thats why when she had almost gotten hurt after, I was extremely shocked.

I was scared of leaving her on her own after that. I wanted to give her a reason to live after all that happened to her.

Marrying her and bringing into my home was sincerely the only way I could think of. The only way I could watch over her from a close distance.

I wanted to guard her from everything. From her useless ex, her thieving cousin, her wicked aunt. I wanted to guard her from it all. And I sincerely didn’t want to do it from a distance.

Like those dreams, J wanted to hold her and wipe away her tears personally. I wanted to cherish her in a manner than she deserved, because damn it! The woman is just too sweet and precious to be hurt.

For Pagne, we’ve only known each other for over two weeks, but for me it’s almost been two years. Two long years of wanting her, obsessing over her and dying to hold her in my arms.

I’ve loved her for a very long time and I see why it would be hard for her to believe, and that’s why I’ve held myself back from professing those words to her.

I thought rather than saying the words out loud, it was better to show her with my actions. But now I see, sometimes actions are not enough.

"I Love you Champagne Pagne, God knows I do."

Along with my actions, I will profess this words to her, again and again, until she realizes that not only do I mean them, but that she also deserves to hear them.

"I love you."

There’s no point in keeping these words to myself. I love Champagne to a point where she will never really understand fully. I love her with a maddening obsession that I don’t think she should ever get to know about.

But the simple fact that I love her... That_ I won’t stop telling her those words from now on.

...

{Champagne’s POV}

Again and again I’ve asked myself the question, "What were you expecting?" and over and over again, I don’t seem to have any answer to that question!

When I had asked him why he wanted me to fall for him? What was the response I was hoping for? I really don’t know, but getting a love confession really shocked me.

And based on the fact that I can’t stop blushing and having butterflies in my belly even though it’s been two days since then, it shows I’m still very affected by his words.

I’m could just be doing anything and the words he loves me, will randomly pop into my head. Just like now. Staring out the window, looking at that bench outside at a distance, now covered in snow. And I remember that’s where we sat when he told me those words.

Is it possible?

Is it possible for someone to love a woman he just met?

Can you really call it love?

I want to doubt him, but my foolish heart refuses to even try.

Also, he’s met Alicia, he didn’t even give her a second glance. Unlike others who could never hide their fascination with her, Duke seemed to see nothing interesting about her at all.

Is it really true? Is it really because he loves me?

Dear God, this man is really strange. What do I do? My heart keeps racing for him.

For a woman who recently got her heart broken, I should be sad and not be able to love again, yet Duke is making that very difficult.

The more I spend time with him, the more I’m captured by everything he does. The way he walks, the way he talks, the way he laughs, the way he frowns... Every single thing pulls my attention to him.

I’m captivated by the mere breathing sound of the man. Which is foolish, I know, but I can’t help it.

Will it really be alright?

Will it really be fine?

Will this love be different?

From the very beginning, everything has actually been different, but still... I wonder.

...

All through the days I’ve been here, I’ve spent my nights with the twins in their room. I’m sure it would seem weird to them all, but no one has asked me anything about it since.

I just can’t bring myself to stay in the same room with Duke! I’d die of nervousness.

"Do it again, do it again daddy!" I here one of the twins say. I wonder what he’s doing that’s making them giggle so much this afternoon.

I step out of the room and as I’m going down the stares, mixed with the giggling of the twins is a singing voice but that’s not the shocking part.

What’s shocking is the singing is in an oktavist range, a very deep one. The kind that is quite hard tto come by and my eyes open wide as I climb down the last step and realize Duke is the one singing.

The whole crew is in the living room watching the show. "You can sing?" I ask as I walk and take a sit next to Alan.

"That’s not singing."

"What in the world are you talking about?!" I gasp. "That’s a very rare singing voice. Not everyone can do that."

"My dear twin brother was in the children’s church choir as a kid." Rey says and I stare at Emily as if asking for confirmation with my eyes and she nods with a smile.

"He sure was." She says.

"See, I knew it. You have such good talent. I didn’t know." I say again.

"Mumny, daddy sounds yike a car." Renny giggles.

"Yes. It’s wumbling in my tummy." Shelly says. Now I see why they were giggling.

"It’s tickling my chest." Renny giggles even more.

Duke is carry them on his lap as he sings, so the vibration of his voice is what’s tickling them and making them laugh out of control.

"Mummy come and sit on daddy’s yeg too." Shelly suddenly wiggles down from his father’s body and walks up to me.

"What? No. No I’m too heavy. Your daddy can’t carry me he’s going to hurt his leg."

"But daddy wis strwong." Renny says, "Wight, daddy?" She asks her father and I’m shaking my head like a lizard silently beguing him to say no, but the smirk on his face carries all the answers I need.

"Of course my darling."

"See mummy, daddy is strwong." She says and also slides down from his lap.

"No, no, I know you daddy is strong, but see I am too big. I am not like you, daddy can’t carry me." I try to explain tk the kids.

"Ohhh, Duke bro, did she just call you weak? I mean, you can’t even carry your own wife?" Rey asks with a raised bro. Why is he adding fuel to fire?!!

"When I was your age, I could lift your mother with just one hand." Fredrick suddenly joins thee conversation and I’m staring at him with my eyes opened so wide I fear they might fall out.

Then Emily also adds, "That’s no lie. He still can."

Why are they all doing this to me?! I’m dying of embarrassment here!

"Come on dearest, don’t make me look like the weak one here." I can see he’s enjoying this. He’s enjoying every bit of this!

"Come on mummy, you will enjoy it. I pwomise." Shelly tries reassuring me as he pulls and pulls at my hand.

"Ayan, help us pull mummy up!" Renny complains after pulling and pulling.

I instantly turn my head towards my sit partner and with an expressionless face he says, "Forgive me, but I can’t refuse a request from them."

He rises to his feet, and with a single hand, he yanks me out of my chair and before I can even say a word, I’ve landed back on another chair.

A sturdy and strong chair. A chair with firm arms wrapped around my waist.

A chair that is called Duke’s body.

Dear God, this is not going to end well is it?