THE MARRIAGE THAT WASN'T REAL
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CHAPTER 2 THE MARRIAGE THAT WASN'T REAL
I signed the papers with shaking hands.
Paul didn’t smile. He didn’t even blink.
He just pulled out a black pen and slid it across my kitchen table like we were signing a business deal.
Which, I guess, we were.
“6 months,” he said. “Then we divorce. No drama.”
My mom was in hospital room 4B. The surgery was in 6 days.
I picked up the pen.
_My name:Grace kuena_
_His name: Paul Lebeta_
_Reason: Contract Marriage_
The ink dried.
“Good,” he said, taking the papers. “We’re getting married today.”
“TODAY?!” I choked. “But I don’t have a dress! Or rings! Or—”
“You don’t need any of that,” he cut me off. “This is not a wedding. This is a transaction.”
Two hours later, we were standing in front of a government official.
No flowers. No guests. No vows.
Just me in my waitress uniform, and him in a R300,000 suit.
“Do you take this man—”
“I do,” Paul said before she finished.
“Do you take this woman—”
“I do.”
Stamp. Signature. Done.
Mrs Grace Lebeta.
Just like that, I was married to Lesotho’s most feared billionaire.
He drove me to a mansion on the hill. Glass walls, pool, 10 bedrooms.
“This is where you’ll live for 6 months,” he said. “Your room is down the hall from mine. Remember rule 2.”
No touching.
He walked away.
And I stood there in my R200 takkie, holding a marriage certificate and wondering what I’d just done.
That night, I got a text from an unknown number:
`Welcome to the family, Mrs Mokoena.
Be careful. His ex isn’t happy you exist. -K`
My heart dropped.
Ex? What ex?
*To be continued...*
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