Married to my heartless billionarie boss

Chapter one: The offer The rain poured heavily as I stood outside the hospital, my hands trembling. “Miss, your mother needs surgery immediately,” the doctor said. “If you can’t pay… we can’t proceed.” My chest tightened painfully. “How much?” I whispered. “Five million naira.” The world went silent. Five million? I barely had five thousand. I stumbled backward, my vision blurring with tears. This couldn’t be happening. Not to my mother. Not now. She was all I had. “Please…” I begged. “There has to be another way.” The doctor sighed. “I’m sorry.” That word broke me. I walked out into the rain, soaked, helpless, shaking. And then— A sleek black car pulled up in front of me. Too expensive. Too powerful. Too… out of place. The window rolled down slowly. My breath caught. A man sat inside. Sharp jawline. Dark eyes. Cold… dangerously cold. “Get in,” he said. My brows furrowed. “I don’t even know you.” “You don’t need to.” His voice was calm. Controlled. Like someone who was used to being obeyed. “I know about your mother,” he continued. “And I can pay for her surgery.” My heart stopped. “What…?” “But,” he added, his gaze locking onto mine, “nothing comes free.” I swallowed hard. “What do you want?” He leaned slightly closer. “Marry me.” The world tilted. “What?!” “A contract marriage. One year,” he said. “You live with me. You follow my rules.” “And after one year?” “You’re free.” My mind spun. This was insane. Dangerous. Unreal. But my mother… “Why me?” I asked shakily. A faint smirk touched his lips. “Because you’re desperate.” My silence answered him. He opened the car door. “Decide,” he said. “Your mother doesn’t have much time.” My heart pounded violently. Was I really about to sell my freedom… to a stranger? 💔 CHAPTER 2: The Contract My hands shook as I stepped into the car. The door closed behind me with a soft but final click. There was no turning back now. “Good choice,” the man said without looking at me. “I haven’t agreed yet,” I muttered. He chuckled softly. “You got in.” Silence filled the space between us as the car began to move. “I’m Adrian Blackwood,” he said after a moment. That name hit me like a shock. Everyone knew him. CEO. Billionaire. Ruthless. “Liana,” I said quietly. “I know.” Of course he did. He knew everything. “Here are the terms,” he said, handing me a document. I stared at the paper. One-year contract marriage No falling in love Obey all public appearances No questioning his personal life My chest tightened. “No falling in love?” I whispered. His expression darkened slightly. “That rule is for you,” he said coldly. Something about that hurt… even though it shouldn’t. “I’ll pay for your mother’s surgery immediately after you sign.” My fingers tightened around the paper. This was it. My freedom… for her life. Slowly, I picked up the pen. “Don’t regret this,” he added. I looked up at him. “Will you?” I asked. For a split second… something flickered in his eyes. Then it was gone. “No.” I signed. CHAPTER 3: His Wife The mansion was massive. Cold. Quiet. Beautiful… but empty. “This is your room,” Adrian said as we walked in. I blinked. “Your room?” He turned to me, expression unreadable. “We’re married. Not in love.” Oh. Right. “Dinner is at 8,” he added. “Don’t be late.” And just like that, he walked away. No warmth. No emotion. Nothing. I stood there alone, realizing something terrifying. What had I gotten myself into? That night, I sat across from him at a long dining table. “So,” I said softly, “what happens now?” He didn’t look up from his wine. “You play your role,” he said. “And if I don’t?” His gaze slowly lifted to mine. Cold. Dangerous. “You will.” A chill ran down my spine. This wasn’t just a marriage. It was a trap. And I had willingly walked into it