A Contract Marriage To The Broken Billionaire

Dexter Lee: (Male Lead Character)

When I arrived at my parent's home, it was with caution. I entered the house, and the smell of sweet homemade bread infiltrated the air. My childhood home held good and horrible memories.

"Dexter, is that you?" My mother calls out from the kitchen happily.

Dexter, speaking in a low tone. "Hi, mom," he hugs and then kisses his mother on her rosy cheek.

"Why are you whispering?"

"I must ensure you are at home alone, that's all."

"I tell you, the men in this family are some proud men." My mother says, shaking her head at me.

"Come on in here and take a seat, son. It's just you and me here. Your father is away on a business trip and won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. Guess what?"

"What?" Dexter said, happily relieved his father wasn't going to be around and that he had his mother all to himself this evening.

"I cooked your favorite meal. Salisbury steak with cream potatoes, fried bacon bits, melted cheese, and grilled carrots. You have to eat your carrots."

"Oh wow! Thanks, mom, you're the best. I don't know how long it's been since I've eaten a home-cooked meal."

"Dex, that's why you need a wife. You are so stubborn, just like your father."

"I'm nothing like my father," I say, disgruntled as my mother rub my jawline.

Her motherly touch makes me smile at her. I tell my mom. "I don't mean to come off as stubborn. I'm being careful, marriage is a lifelong commitment, and I only plan on doing it once."

Whenever I say words of wisdom, it makes my mom feel reassured. That one day, I'll marry and have a family. But truth be told, I don't ever plan to marry. I made that decision the day I had a conversation with my father. I got the greatest satisfaction from his shock and stunned reaction when I told him. I had finally pained him the way he had been hurting me for most of my life.

I remember when I made a vow to him and him alone. I was so hurt and angry. It felt like it happened yesterday. When I came home from classes that day, I had no intention of conversing with my father, but he called me to his office.

There weren't many days I felt alive living under the same roof as my father. But I was so excited about my music and the rave reviews I got from my music professor in college that day. And I made the ultimate mistake of sharing it with my father. I couldn't believe the things he said to me.

With no regard for my feelings, My father asked me. "Why are you wasting your time doing something like music and singing? You must know that no one will want to pay to see a broken and impaired guy on stage. So stop refusing and accept that you are damaged. Since you were a wasted seed and can't benefit me as an heir, and your mother can't have any more children. Shouldn't you at least try to do something right in your life? Like focused on finding a suitable healthy marriage mate and having a child. So you can give your mother and me a sound and healthy heir."

That day I vowed before him and the one in the heavens. "I promise you I will never marry or have a child. That day will never come. I would die before I pass on your genes to another human being."

I sit here today and look at my mom; we have a close relationship. But I could never tell her what had transpired between my father and me that day. And as for me and my father's relationship, I, unfortunately, can't say the same. From the day I was born to four, it felt like we were inseparable. I would follow him around and mimic his character. I admired him. He was also fond of me, and I can remember telling him.

"When I grow up, I want to be just like you."