Chapter 2
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✍️ 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.
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