9

As soon as the photo was taken, Xenon moved his arm away from Miya. When they received the
certificate, Miya still found it very difficult to believe.

"Mr. Xenon Uba, we don't really know each other well, are you really sure about this? Won't you regret it?"

"It's just a certificate." Xenon replied indifferently, "Also, don't we know each other well enough?
I have slept with you. Or you want to get to know me better?"

Miya heaved a sigh and managed to restrain her anger. She explained with a reluctant smile, "I mean in terms of personality and hobbies and
that.

" You are merely a possession. I bought you. Simple as that." Xenon cut her short.

Miya pouted her lips slightly and thought he's right. I'm merely his possession. I will just play
along and make sure that mum gets the best treatment.

Xenon glanced at his Beta, and Levi understood straight away.

"This is for your mother's treatment. It will cost around ten thousand dollars monthly. As long
as Mr. Xenon Uba is pleased with you, you will receive the money towards the end of each
month, if not, then we will..." Levi said as he handed Miya a bank card.

"Or you will deduct money or not pay me?" Miya asked.

"Right You are a clever girl." Xenon lifted Miya's chin up, looking at her into her eyes, and said
indifferently, "And when you don't have the money, your mother can't continue the treatment. So, you should know what to do to please me. And if you are a good girl, you will get extra pay."

arrogant! Miya thought, but she was clever enough to know not to express her thoughts. "Mr.
Xenon Uba, I am your wife after all. Surely you won't be so cruel to see my mother not
getting the treatment she needs?"

"It's your mother, not mine," Xenon said matter-of-factly. "Five hundręd dollars deducted. I don't. like your attitude."

"What?!" Shocked, Miya exclaimed and quickly put the bank card in her bag.

"Why?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't understand." Miya frowned. She looked at Levi for help, but Levi turned his head away. Helplessly, Miya pleaded, holding Xenon's arm, "Oh, please, honey, I will do whatever you want me to do. I will be the best woman for you and please you whatever way you want."

A triumphant smile appeared on Xenon's face. He looked even more dangerously charming when he smiled, and Miya was aware of herself being charmed. She quickly looked away, not to show her astonishment. His good look is like the complete opposite of his cruel heart. She thought.

Xenon did notice the sudden change on Miya's face. Another shallow girl. He thought. He
glanced at Miya and walked away to the car.
Miya followed but was stopped by Levi. "Mrs. Uba, Mr. Xenon Uba is already about an hour late for work because of you. He's going to the office now."

"Ah. I see."

"Please understand that your marriage is supposed to be secretive. There's no need to tell
anyone. Hence, there's no wedding ring or wedding. Also, please don't make any trouble, Mr. Xenon Uba's time is very precious,"

Miya nodded, thinking it would be best if it was kept a secret anyway.

Watching Xenon's car drive off, Miya thought she had to get a job soon. Who knows when he will suddenly deduct money? Miya got her CV prepared and sent it to a few interior design companies.

The interviews all went well, but as soon as they realized who she was, they changed their mind and refused to hire her.

Finally, she went to a decent café to try her luck. Miya had learned to play the piano exceptionally and was a master in cooking and baking. Whatever she cooked or baked was not only delightfully delicious but also a piece of artwork itself. She could make a cake that looked like a painting, a lovely creature, or a beautiful flower, and she had won a few national competitions.

She had to give up her hobbies when she started working for Liam as she barely had any time. for herself. Now that Liam had betrayed and abandoned her and she had to, ridiculously, marry someone she hardly knew, for the sake of money, from now on, she didn't need to worry about having to get drunk, being drugged, and
being taken advantage of for the sake of so-called work and love. She wanted to find a job she could enjoy, something related to art and design.
***
As Xenon took off his jacket and sat down in his office, he asked casually, "Have you informed
everyone?"

Levi hung up his jacket and answered, "Yes. All the interior design companies have been informed. No one will hire Mrs. Miya Uba."

Xenon nodded and got down work.
Levi coughed a timid cough and said, "By the way, all the clothes, shoes for Mrs. Miya Uba have arrived, ready in the closet."

"All designed and made by international top designers?"

“yes. Every single item is unique and of the best quality:" Levi paused for a bit and went on, "Mr.
Xenon Uba, you are very. generous to Mrs. Miya Uba, but I, err, I wonder why you are so strict with the money for her mother's treatment."

Xenon waved his hand impatiently, and Levi dared not say another word. He bowed and left.

A victorious smile appeared. Xenon's face. She's my toy. Of course, I won't let her gain
independence. She should be kept in the cage for my own pleasure.

****

Miya had just finished making a cake with the manager and the chief chef watching. Both the
The manager and the chef were amazed by her skill and presentation. It was pure perfection.
Just as the manager was about to tell her that she was hired, they heard someone walking in, high heels tapping the floor steadily.

"Good afternoon, Miss Agabus." They said courteously. Before Miya turned around to see who it was, Tiffany bumped onto Miya's shoulder so hard that Miya lost balance and again she landed her hand on the table, and her fingers happened to touch the tip of a sharp knife on the table. Blood gushed out instantly.

"Haven't you made enough money sleeping with rich old men? What are you doing here in my café?!"

Miya closed her eyes and heaved a sigh. She glared at Tiffany and asked,"This is your café?!"

"Right! This is not an art exhibition center. We prepare food for ourselves. customers to taste, not to watch. We will never hire someone like.. you!" Tiffany said arrogantly.

Miya sneered and retorted, "If I. knew it's your café, I would not work here even if you paid me
millions!" Miya turned around to leave, but Tiffany stopped her.

"Clean your dirty blood on the floor first! Or you are not allowed to leave."

"Tiffany Abagus!" Miya found her unbelievably mean and evil. "Don't be ridiculous!"

"Ridiculous?! You made my floor dirty. You should clean it. Or you want to ask your rich old lovers for help, huh?" Tiffany mocked.


Enraged, Miya raised her other hand, intending to give Tiffany a slap, but Tiffany grabbed her wrist tight, and it hurt so much that sweat ran down her temples.
Just then, her phone rang. She fishes her phone out of her bag with great difficulty. It was Xenon.
She hesitated. I'd better answer. She decided.

"Hello?"

Xenon could hear the struggle and pain in her voice.

"Are you crying again? You know I hate hearing women cry."

It did hurt terribly, but Miya. tried to hide the pain the best she could, "No, I'm not."

"Come join me for lunch," Xenon ordered plainly.

Miya didn't want to be seen in such a state, "I'm just about to finish my lunch," She replied
hurriedly.

"What's going on? Why do you sound so upset? Come to my company now. I will give you
twenty minutes," Xenon demanded.

"I'm...'m sorry. I can't leave at the moment.. I.."

Just then, Xenon heard Tiffany shouting, "Bitch! Mop the floor clean now! Or you prefer to lick it clean?!"