Chapter 2:The Offer I Couldn’t Refuse
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I didn't take a full breath until I finally returned to the hospital.
The black card felt heavy in my palm, as if it carried the weight of my future. I kept gazing at the name on the card.
**Adrian Knight.**
Billionaire.
Stranger.
The man who has agreed to make me his wife.
I stood on the cold bench outside my mom's room, pressing the card to my chest. I couldn't catch my breath.
"Mom," I said softly, opening the door to her room.
She looked so tiny lying in the hospital bed; her skin was deathly pale, her breathing slow and weak. Tubes were running from her arm to the machines beeping quietly beside her.
She gave me a faint smile when she saw me. "Nora... you're back."
I tried to force a smile and sat next to her. I held her frail hand. "Of course. I'm not leaving."
She weakly squeezed my hand. "You seem worried."
I swallowed. I couldn't tell her the truth - that I was seriously considering marrying a stranger to get money. It would kill her.
"I'm fine," I lied softly. "Just tired."
She studied my face as she could see right through every lie. Mothers are always better than that.
"Nora," she whispered, "you don't have to suffer because of me."
My chest hurt. "You're not suffering. We'll figure this out."
But inside, I was teetering on the edge of a cliff.
I sat with her for a while, then left and stepped back into the hallway. The hallway was quiet. Cold. Empty.
I looked down at the black card.
My hands trembled as I dialled the number.
It rang twice.
Then a low voice answered.
"Adrian Knight."
My heart jumped. He sounded even more powerful than before.
"It's... Nora," I said quietly. "From the lounge."
There was silence for a moment.
Then, "I was expecting your call."
Somehow, how he said it made my stomach twist nervously.
"I need to see you," he said. "Can you go somewhere now?"
I paused. "I'm at the hospital."
"I know."
I stood frozen. "You... know?"
"Yes," he said calmly. "Stay there. I am on the way."
The phone disconnected.
I stared at my phone in shock.
How did he know where I was?
Ten minutes later, I got my answer.
A sleek black car pulled up to the hospital entrance. It didn't fit in with the sickness and anxiety surrounding the hospital. It seemed too expensive. Too powerful.
The driver's side door opened.
Adrian stepped out.
He still seemed intimidating—tall, well-dressed in a dark suit, his expression calm and unreadable. Everyone around the hospital entrance noticed him. Some people hushed each other. Some stared.
But his eyes locked onto me.
He walked toward me with an air of confidence like nothing in the world could stop him.
My heart started pounding again.
He stopped in front of me. Close-up, he was even more overpowering. His presence filled the space around him.
"You came," I said softly.
"You called," he replied.
His eyes glanced at the hospital behind me, then back at my face. "Your mother is in there."
It wasn't a question.
I nodded. "Yes."
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a folder.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Open it."
My hands shook slightly as I opened the folder.
Inside were hospital payment documents.
Stamps.
Approved.
Paid.
I gasped. "This...this can't possibly be real."
"It is," he said. "Your mother will receive no further interruptions to her medical care."
Tears sprang to my eyes before I could stop them. "You've already paid!"
"Yes."
"Why?" I whispered. "You don't even know me."
He held my gaze. "I know enough."
My emotions swelled. Gratitude. Relief. Fear. Confusion. They all blended, and I couldn't process anything.
"You didn't have to do this," I whispered.
"Yes," he said quietly. "I did."
Silence hung between us.
Then he spoke again, his tone calm but commanding. "Now we discuss the contract."
My chest hurt.
Nothing is free.
I nodded slowly. "Okay."
He gestured toward the car. "Get in."
I hesitated for a split second before doing as instructed.
Inside the car, it smelled of leather and something warm - expensive cologne. It felt too luxurious for someone like me.
Adrian sat beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat emanating off of him. My heart rate increased.
He handed me another contract.
"A marriage contract," he said. "Read it."
My hands shook as I scanned the papers. For a moment, the words blurred. Then I refocused.
**Contract Marriage. 1 Year.**
He would provide financial support, protection and status for me.
I would live with him and appear as his wife in public.
No dating other men. No revealing the terms of the contract.
At the end of 1 year… Divorce.
Panic set in.
"This is insane," I whispered.
"It's simple," he said calmly. "You need security. I need a wife."
"But why me?" I asked, looking at him. "You could marry anyone. Anyone wealthy. Powerful. Beautiful."
His eyes remained fixed on mine. "I don't want anyone else."
Those words caused my stomach to flutter unexpectedly.
"But you don't even know me," I said.
His voice dropped slightly. "I know that you were willing to humiliate yourself to save your mother. That says everything about your character."
No one has ever spoken about me like that.
"Why me?" I whispered again.
His eyes turned darker for a moment, as if he was hiding something. "Because you're exactly what I need."
Something in his response felt unfinished. Like, there was more he wasn't telling me.
A secret.
An impending conflict in our future.
But right now... my mother is safe because of him.
I swallowed. "If I agree... what happens?"
"We get married legally next week," he said. "You move into my house tomorrow."
My heart skipped a beat. "So soon?"
"No."
Silence fell over the car.
I looked down at the contract again. This is the outline of my entire life. My complete freedom. And my entire future... all on these pages.
But how much freedom do I really have? I'm already drowning.
This is the only lifeline reaching out to me.
I took a shallow breath. "Okay."
His eyes narrowed slightly. "Okay?"
"I'll do it," I said softly. "I'll become your wife."
For a brief moment, something flashed in his eyes. Satisfaction. Relieved. Something deeper.
He reached out quickly and raised my chin to meet his gaze.
The slight touch of his hand sent a strange warmth through my body.
"You won't regret this," he said quietly.
His thumb touched my lower lip lightly, almost absentmindedly.
The slight touch sent a jolt through me.
We both froze.
The air inside the car shifted.
Charged. Heavy.
His eyes dropped to my lips briefly.
My heart stopped.
For a single, frightening moment, it seemed like he might kiss me.
But he stopped himself.
He slowly removed his hand from my chin. His jaw clenched as if he were fighting something.
"Get some sleep tonight," he said quietly. "Tomorrow starts your new life."
My heart wouldn't settle.
I knew that something told me this was not just a contract.
This is the start of something intense.
Possessive.
Forbidden.
And emotionally charged.
As I stepped out of the car, one thing echoed in my mind:
**Will marrying Adrian Knight be the biggest mistake of my life... or the largest destiny of my life?**
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