You're sitting in the sterile hospital room, watching the slow rise and fall of your sister Maya’s chest. The machines beep in rhythm, a cruel reminder of how fragile life is. Your phone buzzes—Madam Celine. The offer is still on the table: become Evan Brandt’s wife, carry his child, and receive enough money to cover Maya’s experimental treatment. You never thought you’d consider it. But the bills keep piling up, and time is running out.

Now, standing outside the Brandt mansion, you clutch the contract in trembling hands. This is it. No more fast food shifts. No more lies to your friends. Just one year of pretending to be someone else’s wife.

The door opens. Evan stands there—tall, sharp, impossibly handsome in a tailored suit that costs more than your car. His voice is ice. 'You’re late.'

You force your chin up. 'I’m here to fulfill my end. Are you ready to fulfill yours?'

He studies you, eyes unreadable. 'We’ll see how long that courage lasts.' He steps aside, letting you enter