An Impossible Choice
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Harriet stared at Lucien Vale as if he had spoken in a language she did not understand.
For a moment, the study seemed to tilt around her. The fire crackled softly, and the city lights beyond the tall windows blurred into something distant and unreal.
“A marriage?” she whispered. “You want me to marry you?”
Lucien remained perfectly calm. His posture was impeccable, his expression unreadable, as though he were discussing a business agreement rather than a lifetime commitment.
“Yes.”
Harriet let out a disbelieving laugh.
“No.”
The answer came immediately.
Absolutely not.
No amount of money could make her marry a stranger. Not a man she had met less than an hour ago. Not a man whose cold eyes and controlled voice made her uneasy.
She folded her arms tightly.
“This is insane.”
“Perhaps,” Lucien replied.
“Perhaps?” Harriet repeated. “You say that like this is normal.”
“It is not normal,” he said evenly. “But it is necessary.”
The word made her stomach tighten.
Luzio stood silently near the door, his presence only adding to the surreal atmosphere.
Harriet turned back to Lucien.
“Why me?”
Instead of answering, Lucien placed a thin folder on the desk and slid a single document toward her.
“This arrangement is purely formal,” he said.
Harriet stared at the paper.
“A formal marriage,” Lucien continued. “You will have complete independence. There will be no expectations beyond what is legally required. Your mother's treatment, medication, and doctors will be fully covered.”
Her breath caught.
The offer was impossible.
Terrifying.
Yet everything she desperately needed.
“In return,” Lucien said, “I require a wife for personal reasons.”
“Personal reasons?” Harriet narrowed her eyes.
“Yes.”
“That’s your explanation?”
“It’s the only one I can give you tonight.”
Frustration rose inside her.
“You expect me to marry you without telling me why?”
“I expect you to consider the offer carefully.”
Harriet laughed bitterly.
“You're asking me to hand over my entire life to a stranger.”
“I am offering you a solution.”
“A solution with a hidden price.”
“There is always a price.”
The truth of his words stung.
She looked at the expensive contract in front of her. It belonged in corporate offices and boardrooms—not in the hands of a woman with twenty-three pounds left in her account.
Her voice softened.
“Why me?”
Lucien met her gaze.
“Because I chose you.”
The answer was infuriatingly simple.
“That isn't an explanation.”
“It is the only one you'll receive.”
Harriet wanted to argue, to demand answers, but beneath her anger lurked something far more dangerous.
Hope.
And hope terrified her.
Luzio drove her back to St. George Hospital in complete silence.
The black car glided through London's streets while Harriet sat rigidly in the back seat, replaying the conversation over and over.
Marriage.
The idea was absurd.
Impossible.
She would never accept.
Never.
She would rather work herself to death than sell her future to a stranger.
Yet Lucien's offer refused to leave her mind.
Her mother's treatment.
Immediate help.
No more impossible bills.
By the time they arrived at the hospital, Harriet felt utterly exhausted.
Luzio opened the door.
“Miss Virelle.”
She looked up.
“My employer rarely changes his mind,” he said quietly.
Harriet frowned.
“What does that mean?”
“It means that if Signor Vale has made you this offer, he understands its importance.”
His expression revealed nothing more.
A moment later, the car disappeared into the night, leaving Harriet alone beneath the hospital lights.
The business card in her pocket felt heavier than paper should.
The familiar scent of antiseptic greeted her as she entered the hospital.
She barely noticed the nurses passing by.
Her thoughts were still trapped inside Lucien's mansion.
Halfway down the corridor, a nurse approached her.
“Miss Virelle?”
Harriet stopped.
“Yes?”
“Dr. Morrison would like to speak with you.”
Fear rushed through her.
“Is it my mother?”
The nurse hesitated.
“Please come with me.”
That was enough.
Harriet followed immediately, her pulse pounding.
Dr. Morrison stood near the window when she entered.
“Please sit down,” he said gently.
Harriet remained standing.
“What happened?”
The doctor folded his hands.
“Your mother's condition has worsened.”
The world seemed to stop.
“What do you mean?”
“We've reviewed her latest tests. The treatment cannot be delayed any longer.”
Harriet felt the blood drain from her face.
“The next few days will determine everything,” he continued.
Everything.
The word echoed painfully.
She gripped the back of a chair for support.
“How much time does she have?”
Dr. Morrison's expression softened.
“Not enough,” he admitted quietly.
Harriet closed her eyes.
Not enough.
It was never enough.
No matter how hard she worked.
No matter how many hours she sacrificed.
The cost of illness always moved faster than she could.
And suddenly, Lucien's impossible proposal no longer felt completely absurd.
It felt cruel.
Because it offered exactly what she needed.
That night, Harriet returned to the small apartment she shared with her mother.
The familiar rooms felt strangely empty.
She set her bag on the kitchen table and stood there in silence.
Then she reached inside and pulled out Luzio's business card.
Lucien Vale.
The elegant black letters stared back at her.
She sat down and turned the card over in her fingers.
Once.
Twice.
Again and again.
Hours passed.
Marriage to a stranger.
A future bought with sacrifice.
A mother running out of time.
Little by little, the anger faded.
Only exhaustion remained.
And for the first time since Lucien made his offer, Harriet allowed herself to think the unthinkable.
What if marrying a stranger was the only way to save her mother?
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