My Billionaire Husband

Brian's house was located in the downtown area. Here, every square inch of land was worth a fortune. In the most prosperous area of the city, the whole land was used to build villas, each villa separated from the neighboring buildings, on its own piece of land. Unlike the hazy polluted air in the rest of the city, the air here was crisp and clean, thanks to the large areas of plants and trees that grew all around.

The downtown area was also attractive due to its convenience in relation to transportation and entertainment. It was designed to make people enjoy tranquillity in the most prosperous area of the city.

The iron gate opened automatically. The car stopped in the parking lot. Diana got out of the car, and her legs felt like jelly, forcing her to walk in a rather odd fashion.

Seeing her movements, Ken asked confusedly: "Do you get car sick?"

"No, I get money sick," Diana answered.

"Nonsense," Ken murmured. He guided Diana through the well-decorated living room and stopped at the reading room. After knocking the door, Ken said: "Boss, Diana Anderson is here."

"Let her in." Diana heard a soft but cold voice.

The door opened. The room was well lit, and its windows were open. The scent of flowers flowed through the room.

"Mr. William." Being in his house, Diana decided she had to try and placate him.

Brian was not wearing his usual suit. Instead, he wore a plaid shirt and brown trousers, in the classic, traditional style.

"So, have you figured out how to cure me?" Brian asks directly.

"Yes. I thought about it all last night and came up with a special prescription for you. Once you stick to taking it, you will be cured." Diana said with a professional tone.

Squinting his eyes, Brian gazed at Diana. It was like he could tell what she was thinking about. "How long do I have to take it?"

Maybe eight or even ten years... Diana complained in her mind while answering in a serious tone: "It can't be rushed. Your impotence is caused by your mind. After taking medicine, you might become erect immediately like last time or take six months to a year for recovery."

"I cannot wait for so long." Brian stared at Diana coldly. "You have to cure me in a month. Otherwise..." he paused, "I will have no choice but to go for my plan B," he thought to himself.

Diana didn't know what he intended to say and replied sulkily: "I can't make the promise that I will cure you. I have told you I am not a real physician, and you'd be better off going to my brother."

"I believe in you." Brian glanced at her and took out an agreement. "If you cannot cure me in a month, this agreement will be nothing but a piece of paper. But until then, you will have to do everything you can to cure me and keep my secret."

"Really? To be honest, I have always thought that I am gifted in medicine ever since I was a child. But my parents didn't think so and taught all that they have mastered to Daniel, which has always made me quite angry." Diana smiled shyly. "You are the first person who trusts in my talent for medicine."

Brian didn't show much interest in her childhood and pointed at the agreement. "If you agree with what I said, please sign the agreement."

Roughly scanning the agreement, she couldn't see anything unusual and signed her name.

After signing it, Diana thought she had perhaps not been careful enough and wanted to read the agreement again. But Brian took it from her and ordered: "OK. Go to prepare my medicine." Diana felt he was treating her as if she was his servant.

As she squatted in the kitchen to boil the medicine, Diana deliberately added a handful of bitter herbs to the mixture.

A large bowl was put before Brian, a black and smelly concoction bubbling within. Smelling it, Brian was sure he wouldn't be interested in any other food that day.

Standing beside him, Diana looked at him earnestly. "Drink it. Good medicine tastes bitter. For your self-esteem, be a man and drink up!"

Brian held the bowl and drank the concoction. He frowned and said: "Diana Anderson! You better pray this medicine works!"

"I promise," Diana swore. Though in her head, she was not so sure.

Diana was driven to boil medicine for Brian every day for two weeks. The prescriptions were from Daniel and were good for treating impotence. At the very least, they wouldn't do any harm.

Every day Diana went out in the morning and came back to the dormitory in the evening. As such, her roommates wondered if maybe she was now dating someone. Antonette White was especially curious about this topic and questioned Diana several times but never got what she wanted to know.

Diana was optimistic about the situation. After this month, she would be free. Unfortunately, Brian William did not have the same idea.

Diana walked into Brian's living room and almost burst out laughing. Brian's nose was stuffed with tissue. She asked: "Is your nose bleeding?"

Brian took out the tissue and threw it into the trash. Luckily, his nose had stopped bleeding.

He didn't answer and glanced at her coldly. His cold expression successfully stopped Diana's questioning. And then he uttered: "Did you add something you shouldn't have? Do you think this is a joke?"

"No..." Diana stared at the floor and was too frightened to make eye contact with him. She lowered her head and murmured sorrowfully: "I cannot cure you. And you know it..."

Brian was about to say something, but his phone rang and interrupted him.

Diana saw his face become colder after picking up the phone. Brian hung up the phone and looked at her with a serious expression: "My engagement ceremony has been brought forward. We have no time to waste. Now, let's try plan B."

"What's plan B?" Diana was perplexed by his words.

Brian stood and leaned towards Diana with his hands on the table. Diana's astonishing face was reflected back in his black eyes. "How did you get me hard last time?"

Diana understood his hint but pretended to have no idea what he meant. She stammered: "I... I inserted a needle into you."

"Your hand," Brian said directly. "You made me get hard with your hand last time. Try it again."

"What the hell!" Diana was shocked and jumped away from him. "Are you crazy? I am not going to sacrifice myself by doing that!"

Brian walked around the table and stepped towards Diana. Diana was forced to step back until she had her back to the wall. Brian said, "I am not interested in you. I just need your hands."

"My hands are not meant to serve you in this way!" Recalling what she felt about his manhood, Diana blushed. She had been single her whole life. She had never even had a first kiss. This was too much for her.

"Have you forgotten your mission? You're in charge of my treatment. Act professionally." Brian said unemotionally. But a smile appeared in his eyes. He grabbed Diana's hand and pushed it toward his groin.

"Ahhhhh!" Diana screamed crazily. Brian thought he might go deaf from her screech. So, he released her hand and rubbed his ears.

Diana seized the chance and jumped away from him. She shouted in a fury: "I quit! I know nothing about all this! You are disgusting! Go find someone else to cure you!"

She continued shouting at him. Brian had never been spoken to in this way before.

His face turned black again, and he threw their agreement down on the table. "It is written in this agreement that if you break your promise, you have to pay me ten million dollars in compensation."

"That's bull-shit!" Diana didn't believe it and grabbed the agreement. There was a sentence in small font towards the end of the doc.u.ment. It read that if she broke her promise, she must pay Brian ten million dollars.

"You lied to me!" She tore the paper into pieces and looked at Brian elatedly. "Now, your evidence is gone."

Brian pulled the drawer out slowly and produced another piece of paper. "That was just a copy. This is the original version."

Diana ground her teeth in frustration, and reluctantly said: "You win."