I never imagined my life would change on such a quiet afternoon.
"Sign it," he said, sliding a document across the table.
I looked at the papers, then at the man sitting opposite me. He was calm, confident, and impossibly cold. Ethan Blackwood, the billionaire everyone feared.
"A marriage contract?" I asked, disbelief filling my voice.
"One year," he replied. "No love. No emotions. Just an agreement."
I swallowed hard. "And what do I get in return?"
"Your mother's hospital bills will be fully taken care of."
My heart pounded. I hated him for putting me in this position. But I had no choice.
With shaking hands, I picked up the pen and signed the contract—sealing my fate.