Page 16 of Trapped By the Maharaja
His eyes flashed darkly. “You didn't just dump me,” Ram coldly reminded. “You did much more than that.”
Her heart clenched in anger and pain as memories rushed in. She firmly pushed them away.
“So, just to appease your massive ego, you want to bind us for eternity?” she gritted.
“The marriage will be temporary.”
She stared at his cold, handsome face in shock. “What?”
“I need a legal heir within three years,” he stated. “Once you provide me with an heir, we will dissolve the marriage.”
She was too stunned to speak.
“The contract has details of how much you will be compensated for your time,” he said, pointing his chin at the sleek folder that lay in front of her. “You may, of course, negotiate the amount and terms.”
Her eyes remained on him.
“You want me to be your whore?” she hissed.
His handsome face remained impassive. “You will be my wife and the mother to my legal heir,” he replied.
Another cold chill racked through her body.
She couldn’t believe he could even think she would agree to such a thing.
Most women would kill for the opportunity to marry a handsome royal. But she knew exactly what this particular royal wanted.
Revenge.
He wanted revenge for what happened in the past. And he intended to make her pay with her soul.
“I am already committed to someone,” she said.
There was a momentary flash in his eyes. “Who?” he asked.
“Does it matter?” she said. “I have someone whom I promised to spend my life with. Someone sweet and kind. A… fellow doctor.”
It was a lie, but she was desperate to escape from what he intended.
His mouth twisted into a dark smile. “Since when has commitment stopped you from anything?” he said. “Did you forget our last encounter?”
Her heart thudded hard as painful memories rushed in at his words. But once again, she firmly pushed them away.
“That was in the past, Ram!” she said. “I was young and foolish. Now, I am a mature adult!”
“That’s good to know.”
She sucked in an angry breath. “You can’t come between me and the man I truly love!” she gritted. “I will never forgive you!”
Her heart thudded as he stepped closer and leaned towards her. Their eyes remained locked, and she could smell his expensive cologne.
“Then don’t forgive me,” he said in a low, dark tone. “Make me your villain in your tragic love story.”
Her heart raced as she felt trapped in every way possible.
“I hate you,” she whispered.
There was a flash in his eyes, and his mouth twisted into a dark, satisfied smile as he moved away from her and straightened. “Good,” he said.
