Wife for Hire

Chapter 4

If only a smile could kill, the smile of Denver Giordano had long sent Wisdom Weisz dropping on the lustrous floor.

His smile was making her scream on the inside as if she just saw her favorite k-pop idol smiling on her very side.

Denver cleared his throat before speaking. “Indeed she is. In fact, we’ll be wed a month from now.”

‘A Month!!!’ Wisdom was shrieking again, on the walls of her own mind and consciousness. She would have disagreed and countered Denver if not for the ridiculous surprised faces of Francine and Richard. Both are gaping as if they never expected that a delicate dove like Wisdom Weisz couldn’t marry the richest man in town. After all, luck is unpredictable; so is destiny itself.

She just plastered a sweet fiancée-ish smile on her beautiful face. “Shall we go into the penthouse now, honey?”

Well, at least Wisdom has a cute and innocent-sounding voice as she faced Denver and spoke those sweet words as if she just gobbled an entire bag of sugar. Francine is not the only so-called actress who uses crying as her self-defense. Wisdom too has her own indomitable shield, and that is her sweet-voice and sophisticated grace and beauty that she was born of.

Denver tightened his grip around her waist and escorted her to the elevator. The two snakes-in-a-human-skin were already at the side of the waiting area.

As the elevator closes, Wisdom gestured a middle finger to Francine and Richard—a mockery and a victor’s emblem to the two losers that were also cheaters.

Denver waited for at least a minute before speaking. His voice echoed in the walls of the VIP elevator. “I never knew you know how to be a badass, Mrs. Wisdom…”

“Mrs.? Such a fine and absolute assumption for a lavish billionaire like you.”

“Well, I already told you the deal, Wisdom. And I presume you have no choice considering what you did a minute ago is only the start of your revenge on the two adders in the lobby area.”

“What do you mean, Denver?”

The man averted his gaze and instead looked directly at the elevator doors.

“Think of this ‘job’ as a form of revenge for them. In addition, I bet you never had tried to bathe in luxury and eat in golden plates anyway. If you sign up for the job, you can have and taste all the luxury and lavishness in the world. Plus, you’ll have your weekly allowance and upfront as soon as you sign our contract.”

A thin line formed at Wisdom’s forehead. Her scowled face made him chuckle a bit.

“Why are you so obsessed with hiring me as a wife, Mr. Denver Giordano?”

Denver gets his wallet and shows him a picture of a woman who seems to be in her fifties or late forties.

“My mother once saw you back when you’re Gerry’s secretary. And for heaven’s sake, you’re her ideal wife for me.”

His voice was bland and resonated with an uninteresting tone. Wisdom was enigmatic whether she’ll be happy or be a bit embarrassed as Denver was only forced to hire her as his hired wife due to his mother’s beseech.

“Why use the term ‘hired’?”

Silence was the only thing that answered Wisdom’s query.

“Because I told my mother that we’ve been dating for a year…”

“You said what?!!” That was a shout coming from Wisdom Weisz’s voice, a deafening loud shout.

The elevator door opens, signalling their arrival at Giordano's penthouse. Wisdom was debating whether to go back in the lobby and walk away as she always did or just accept this so-called luxurious job and lessen her pride.