chapter 2 the 50 million Contract
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“You want me to MARRY you?”
My voice echoed through Adrian Kane’s office. The marriage contract lay between us like a loaded gun.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” He didn’t look up from his laptop. “This is business. You carry my bloodline. Kanes don’t have illegitimate children. Ever.”
I pressed my hand to my still-flat stomach. Nine weeks. “And if I say no?”
Then he looked at me. God, those eyes. Winter storms and bank vaults.
“Your mother’s hospital just called.” He slid his phone across the desk. Missed calls. 12 of them. “Her new treatment costs N8 million. Without it, she has three weeks.”
My blood went cold. “You—”
“I bought the hospital, Lily.” He said my name for the first time. Like a threat. “I own her doctors. I own her drugs. I own every breath she takes.”
He stood, 6’3” of pure power, caging me against his desk.
“Sign the contract. Become Mrs. Kane for 9 months. Give me my heir. Walk away with N50 million when it’s done.” His breath hit my ear. “Or bury your mother next week. Your choice.”
Tears burned. But I didn’t cry. Crying was for girls who had options.
I grabbed the pen.
The nib scratched like a death sentence: Lily Adebayo.
“Good girl.” He pulled out a black Amex card and a set of keys. “Pack your things. My driver takes you to the penthouse in one hour.”
“Penthouse?”
“You’re my wife now, Lily. My heir doesn’t grow up in a slum.” He smirked, cruel and beautiful. “Welcome to your prison.”
One hour later, I was staring at Lagos from 100 floors up. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Silk sheets. A nursery already painted blue.
And a lock on the outside of my bedroom door.
I was Mrs. Adrian Kane.
And I’d just sold my freedom for N50 million.
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