Chapter one: Marry Me Tonight
540 Words
The rain poured heavily over Lagos that evening, blurring the city lights and soaking the restless streets. Thunder rolled in the distance as Zara Adams clutched her worn scarf tighter around her neck, hurrying across the flooded road. She hated the rain. It reminded her of the night her father left and never returned.
Her shoes splashed through puddles, soaking her feet, but she didn’t slow down. She had one goal — get home to her sick mother and younger brother before the night grew colder.
As she reached the corner of the dimly lit street, a sleek, black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up beside her, its headlights cutting through the darkness. Zara flinched, taking a cautious step back.
The tinted window rolled down slowly, revealing a face so striking it made her breath catch.
A sharply chiseled jawline. Piercing hazel eyes. Thick dark hair slicked neatly back. He looked like someone straight out of a magazine cover, but the coldness in his expression was unmistakable.
“Are you Zara Adams?” the man asked, his voice deep and steady despite the storm.
Zara's brows drew together. “Who’s asking?”
“Adrian King.”
Her heart skipped a beat. Even she, a waitress scraping coins to survive, knew that name. Adrian King — the billionaire everyone gossiped about. Ruthless, powerful, untouchable. Rumors said he’d built his empire on cold decisions and zero mercy.
“I don’t know you,” Zara replied sharply, adjusting her scarf.
“You don’t have to,” Adrian said. His gaze didn’t leave hers. “I have a proposal.”
“A proposal?” she echoed, confused.
“Marry me. Tonight. I’ll pay you ₦50 million.”
Zara stared at him, sure she hadn’t heard right.
“What?” she whispered.
“You heard me,” Adrian said, his tone serious. “Marry me tonight, be my wife for six months, and you’ll walk away with fifty million naira. No strings attached.”
A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“I don’t joke,” he replied, leaning forward. “My fiancée left me at the altar an hour ago. I have a business deal worth billions resting on a marriage certificate. I need a substitute. You’re the only woman in this city who has no ties to me, no agenda, and no time to ask stupid questions.”
Zara’s head spun. Fifty million. That was more money than she could ever imagine. Enough to pay for her mother’s hospital bills, clear her brother’s school debt, and start a new life.
But marry a stranger? A cold billionaire she’d just met?
She swallowed hard.
“What if I say no?”
Adrian’s lips curved into a humorless smile. “Then I’ll find someone else in five minutes. But you and your family will still be stuck in the gutter.”
Zara clenched her fists. She had nothing to lose.
“Okay,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’ll marry you.”
Adrian’s gaze didn’t soften. He opened the door.
“Get in.”
And as the rain poured harder around her, Zara Adams stepped into a car, and into a deal that would change her life forever.
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