"Sign it."
His voice was cold. Dangerous.
Ayesha stared at the papers in her trembling hands.
Marriage Contract.
One year.
No love.
No emotions.
No questions.
Only money.
"I… I can't," she whispered.
Across the table sat Zayn Blackwood.
Youngest billionaire in Asia.
Ruthless. Heartless. Untouchable.
He leaned closer.
"Your brother needs surgery tonight," he said quietly.
"Without this… he dies."
Her breath stopped.
"How… how do you know that?" she cried.
Zayn's eyes darkened.
"I know everything about you."
Tears fell on the contract.
Was this marriage…
Or was she being bought?
With shaking hands, Ayesha signed.
The pen clicked.
Her fate was sealed.
That night, she discovered—
Zayn already had a wife.