What happened? Why are you crying?" Justin's voice transformed to softness losing its authority and control. Her tears are his greatest weakness but he wouldn't ever let her know about it.

He held her chin between his thumb and forefinger and wiped away her tears which kept falling like rain. It broke his heart but he was never going to let it surface.

He turned around unable to stand her misery but she has to take the bitter pill for her past actions. Freya fell to her knees with her eyes urging him to fetch her some time to repay.  "You want me to beg, so here I am right at your feet. I request you with open arms," she stretched her hands forward to him "please grant me some time to clear your dues."

Justin hated himself for what he was doing to her but one has to suffer the consequences of his/her past actions. Did she or her father had the least bit of munificence for his suffering?

He inhaled heavy, closed his eyes and silenced the aching screams of his body thereby collecting the words of his heart.

"If you do not want to sleep with me being my slut then satisfy me being my wife, marry me for two years. Marriage will give you a respectful place in the society. Being my legally wedded wife you will not feel the hitch of this strained relationship and my desires will also be fulfilled." He pressed his lips tight to one another closing his eyes as though it was paining him to tell the next words.  "After two years we divorce each other."

Freya looks at him nonplussed. "How can I marry you? I'm already a wedded woman"

And the words she spoke drain the blood out of Justin's face.

Justin grinds his teeth looking down at her with eyes bombing crackers. "You are no more a married woman. You're a widow and there is no issue to get remarried when your husband is already dead." This time it was Freya's chance to get surprised.

"How did you know?" She asks him still in a stupor and then something ignites inside her. "Did you get a background check done upon me?" Justin runs his fingers inside his neatly jelled hair looking outside the window adjacent to him and breaks to a titter. "I'm a billionaire business man. A smart entrepreneur should keep a better track of his enemies than his friends."

Freya's eyes trickle wetness but she was determined not to let her tears fall before him. "What mistake has my father done to you that you determine to discharge such an untameable vengeance upon him?" Her voice concluded soft and distressed.

"That is none of your business." Justin grunts not even sparing her a look. Freya sniffs keeping her eyes to the floor. She was in no way going to show her tears to him. It was a tough fight she was having with her conscience to not land into a hurricane of sobs.

Justin's stance was in a disconcert seeing the moisture in her orbs. He dips his hands in pant pockets and clenches his fists with regret. The ache in his heart for making her cry was indomitable. But was he going to expose his feelings? Never. He would drink the pain of his love like a poison  and stay the monster towards her to which he had directed himself to be.

Freya took some time to recover and Justin was gratified thankful to God for her regainment. He appeased her in a concealed way acting numb before her but shattering to bits with her every passing tear. His lips shivered urging him to break in a voice, to comfort her and remove every pain in her life.

Freya did not know the agony she was suffering was paining Justin an ocean more than her. When she was up to scratch she raised her head to meet his eyes. "I will marry you for two years if that is going to make my dad debt free from you. I have one request to you though if you could..." Her voice wavered in anxiousness pleading him with her eyes.

Justin's hands itched to take a step forward, bring her to his chest and say everything was alright, he would give her anything she asks but he transformed to a devil, devil incarnate, eight years ago. Isn't it? He stood there rooted to the ground watching her eyes bleed wetness. It killed him in living her anguish but he wouldn't budge. It was a promise he had made to himself on the fateful day and the day she got married.

"What is it?" He fought with his conscience careful not to reflect his care for her and asked her stern.

"I want nobody in my family to know this is a contract marriage. I will tell my dad...." She lifts to a sob and this time Justin couldn't control himself. He hugs her and tells her tender. "Do not cry. I cannot see your tears. Everything will happen as you wish."

She raises her head, looks at him puzzled and pushes him away from her. "I will tell my family members that I made you agree to a wedding instead of sleeping with you like a whore. We will show ourselves as a happy couple to my family." She quickly wiped her tear away taking a step back when Justin was about to reach her face.

There was a sharp tick in his jaw. He was feeling the torment of her impassivity. She was evading his touch and he hated it. For her he was only a deal that she couldn't escape. She detests him and it was clear on her features and behavior.

If only she knew.....

"Please, my dad is a heart patient and I want...." Justin did not want her in an affliction. He couldn't watch her whimpers anymore as he cut her off. I will....