‎Title:‎‎“I Slept Poor… and Woke Up Married to a Billionaire”‎‎

‎✍️ Chapter 2: ‎ A Marriage I Don’t Remember ‎ ‎My heart pounded so loudly, I was sure he could hear it. ‎ ‎“Husband?” I repeated, my voice shaking. “That’s not funny.” ‎ ‎He didn’t smile. ‎ ‎Didn’t even blink. ‎ ‎“I don’t joke about things like this,” he said calmly, walking further into the room like he owned it… like he owned me. ‎ ‎I stepped back immediately. ‎ ‎“No. No, this is wrong. I don’t even know you!” I snapped, panic rising in my chest. “I think you’re confusing me with someone else.” ‎ ‎His gaze darkened slightly. ‎ ‎“You signed the papers,” he said. “You said yes.” ‎ ‎“I would NEVER marry someone I just met!” I fired back. ‎ ‎“Yet you did,” he replied, his voice low and controlled. ‎ ‎My head started spinning. ‎ ‎Fragments of last night flashed through my mind,the drink… the music… laughter… a blurry figure in front of me… a pen in my hand… ‎ ‎“No…” I whispered, clutching my head. “No, I didn’t mean it…” ‎ ‎He watched me closely, like I was something fragile… or maybe something dangerous. ‎ ‎“You were very clear,” he continued. “You needed money. I offered help. You agreed to my terms.” ‎ ‎My stomach dropped. ‎ ‎Money. ‎ ‎That word hit me hard. ‎ ‎“What… what kind of terms?” I asked slowly, fear creeping into my voice. ‎ ‎He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded document, placing it on the table. ‎ ‎“Read it.” ‎ ‎My hands trembled as I picked it up. ‎ ‎Every word felt heavier than the last. ‎ ‎A contract marriage. ‎ ‎Duration: One year. ‎Role: Act as his wife in public and private settings. ‎Condition: No emotional attachment. No interference in his personal affairs. ‎Payment: Enough to change my life forever. ‎ ‎I couldn’t breathe. ‎ ‎“This… this is insane,” I said, dropping the paper like it burned. ‎ ‎“You agreed,” he reminded me again. ‎ ‎“I was drunk!” I shouted. “That doesn’t count!” ‎ ‎“It does in this case.” ‎ ‎Silence fell between us. ‎ ‎Tension. Thick. Suffocating. ‎ ‎I looked at him, really looked this time. ‎ ‎His expression was unreadable. Cold. Like none of this mattered to him. ‎ ‎“Why me?” I asked quietly. “There are so many women out there… rich, beautiful, classy… why pick someone like me?” ‎ ‎For the first time, something flickered in his eyes. ‎ ‎Something I couldn’t understand. ‎ ‎“Because you had nothing to lose,” he said. ‎ ‎That hurt. ‎ ‎More than I expected. ‎ ‎I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. ‎ ‎“And if I refuse now?” I asked. ‎ ‎He stepped closer. ‎ ‎Too close. ‎ ‎“You can try,” he said softly. “But remember… you signed willingly.” ‎ ‎My chest tightened. ‎ ‎I was trapped. ‎ ‎Between desperation… and a mistake I didn’t even remember making. ‎ ‎Tears filled my eyes again, but this time, I didn’t let them fall. ‎ ‎I had cried enough. ‎ ‎“Fine,” I said, lifting my chin slightly. “If this is real… then I have conditions too.” ‎ ‎His eyebrow raised slightly. ‎ ‎“Oh?” ‎ ‎“If I’m going to be your ‘wife’,” I continued, “you don’t control me. You don’t treat me like I’m nothing. And this ends exactly when the contract says.” ‎ ‎He stared at me for a moment. ‎ ‎Then, slowly… he smirked. ‎ ‎“Interesting,” he murmured. “You’re bolder than I thought.” ‎ ‎I didn’t respond. ‎ ‎I couldn’t afford to be weak anymore. ‎ ‎Not in front of him. ‎ ‎“Alright,” he said finally. “We have a deal.” ‎ ‎But the way he looked at me… ‎ ‎It didn’t feel like a deal. ‎ ‎It felt like the beginning of something far more dangerous. ‎