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Izzy’s POV
Each chicken breast, soaked in rich curry, was deeply satisfying.
My stomach growled with the first bite—it was like my unborn child wanted to snatch it straight off the plate. The crispy, spiced aroma wrapped around me like a warm blanket.
One bite turned into another, and before I realized it, the plate was wiped clean.
Then, my eyes lifted—and met his. Jordan.
He looked stunned. His eyes and expression didn’t even bother to hide it.
I grabbed the glass of orange juice and blinked at the emptiness. It was gone. I must’ve downed it while eating.
“Are you satisfied now?” Jordan asked, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips.
I nodded and rose to my feet.
The moment I stood, it felt like the food was circulating through every corner of my body.
Damn, it was so good.
I let Jordan take the lead—after all, he knew the way.
“Settled?” Roshan asked as we entered the study.
“Yes,” I responded.
I took the contract booklet and began flipping through—my mind alert, my brain engaged.
“Rules governing the contract.” The second page read.
Oh wow.
I leaned in and read further.
“This marriage is for public appearance only, nothing strings attached.”
Definitely.
“No prying into privacy. You do you and I do me—in simpler terms, stay out of each other’s business.”
Fine by me.
“Two million dollars pay for your service. Half the payment will be made upon signing—a sum of one million dollars transferred to your account.”
Now this... this is what I needed.
“Your clothes and jewelry are on me. All you have to do is act like we’re in love in the eyes of others.”
“This contract is confidential. Disclosing it to a third party will be tagged as a contract breach.”
And that’s it.
The rules were surprisingly simple to adhere to.
I flipped over to the page with his biography.
Is this even necessary?
Still, I skimmed the first few lines—and paused.
“I know you would think this part isn’t necessary, but it is more than necessary.”
How did he know I’d see it like that?
“Being my contracted wife, you need to know things about me—for media purposes. You’ll be called in for interviews and events, and I don’t want us looking fake in front of the media.”
Fair enough.
I went straight into his bio.
He attended Harvard University, United States.
Graduated with first-class honors in Accounting and Economics.
High school? Philips Academy Andover.
Family of three.
His parents died a few years ago, and he was made CEO of Armen Corps.
He must’ve found it hard—shouldering responsibilities that heavy... and now he’s getting married just to please investors. I guess we’re both in desperate need.
Though, mine is purely financial.
My aunt flashed in my mind.
She’s the only reason I agreed to this.
I inhaled deeply and kept reading.
Nothing personal was written—just what the media already knew.
The rest was fluff.
The last page concluded the contract—with a space for my signature.
I signed it. And just like that, we had a deal.
The wedding? Not my business.
I trusted he had everything under control. Besides, I’m just a contracted wife.
My job is to stay pretty, wear a smile, and act in love.
“The wedding ceremony will happen the day after tomorrow,” he announced.
Jordan nodded.
“Okay. I’m fine with it.”
“Till the wedding, you’ll be staying at a rented apartment. Also, you’ll have to resign from your job,” Roshan added.
Definitely fine by me.
At least I’d be away from Hannah and her insufferable condescension.
“Forward your account details to me so I can make the half payment as agreed,” Roshan said.
I nodded and immediately sent the details.
His phone beeped in response, and within seconds, my phone lit up with a credit alert.
My heart skipped.
One million dollars.
I was overjoyed. My account had never held that much money before.
I was pretty sure even the bank was stunned—it had only ever seen my spare change and broken pennies.
Once I get out of here, I’ll head straight to the hospital and make the payment for my aunt’s surgery.
Finally... she gets to live.
- Writer
