Rain soaked Amara Kalu as she stood outside the hospital, her fingers tightening around the bill.
She couldn’t afford it.
Her brother’s life depended on a surgery she had no way of paying for.
“Please… just hold on,” she whispered.
A sleek black car stopped in front of her.
The window rolled down.
“Amara Kalu,” a deep voice called.
She froze.
The man inside stepped out—tall, composed, dangerously handsome.
“I’m Adrian Wolfe.”
Her breath hitched. Even she knew that name.
“What do you want?” she asked carefully.
His gaze was cold, unreadable.
“I need a wife.”
Silence.
Amara blinked. “What?”
“A contract marriage. One year. No love. No interference.” His voice was calm. “In return, I solve your financial problems.”
Her heart pounded.
“How do you know about me?”
“I know everything I need to.”
She looked at the hospital behind her… then back at him.
“If I agree,” she said slowly, “I won’t be treated like a prisoner.”
For a moment, Adrian studied her.
Then, a faint smirk touched his lips.
“Good,” he said. “I don’t like weak women.”
And just like that—
Her life changed forever.