Contract Marriage With The Wrong Billionaire
Two years to live. Three months to get pregnant. One insufferable stranger who ruins everything.
The doctor's words still echo. Terminal, progressive, two years maximum.
But it's the three month deadline that sends me running.
Three months to conceive before my body becomes a graveyard for the legacy I'll never leave behind.
So I fly to Thailand, pretend to be poor, and search for a desperate man willing to marry me for money.
Until I meet him.
Arrogant. Annoying. Sharing my rented rooftop and seeing through every lie I tell.
We hate each other. Establish rules. Agree to stay away.
Then he collapses, burning with fever, and I have to make a choice: let him die alone, or miss the deadline that could save my billion dollar empire.
I choose him. The company crashes. My father's legacy crumbles.
Then I find his passport. He's not some poor stranger. He's the heir to my father's biggest rival. He's been lying since the moment we met.
I run, choking on tears and rage, swearing I'll destroy him.
Three weeks later, I'm at an engagement party, about to meet the stranger my dying father picked to save our company.
The doors open.
It's him.
He steps closer in that perfectly tailored suit, his mouth curving into something dangerous, and leans in to whisper against my ear:
"Hello, wife. Miss me?"
I realize with crushing, devastating clarity...
I did.
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Chapter: Chapter Five (The stranger on the other side)After leaving Suda's place, I went back to the hotel, checked out, grabbed my suitcase. The clerk looked surprised to see me leaving after only two days but he didn't ask questions, just took my key.I took a taxi back to Suda's building, dragged my suitcase up those creaking stairs, emerged onto the rooftop. The sun was directly overhead now, beating down mercilessly.I pulled my mattress as far as possible to one corner, under the tarp where there was at least some shade. I set up my few belongings, tried to make the space feel less like I was camping on a roof in the middle of a slum.It didn't work.I sat down on the mattress, looked out over the neighborhood. Rooftops stretched in every direction. I could see people going about their lives, hanging laundry, cooking on portable stoves, sitting in the shade. Normal people doing normal things.None of them were dying.None of them had flown to a foreign country to trick someone into marriage.None of them were Vivian Chen pretending
Last Updated: 2026-04-09
Chapter: Chapter Four (The Bottom)The next morning I woke up with my back screaming in protest. That bed was a torture device disguised as furniture. I sat up slowly, every bone in me complaining as I moved.I could hear voices outside, the sound of motorbikes revving, someone shouting in Thai. The sounds of normal life happening while mine was falling apart.I pulled out the piece of paper the desk clerk had given me yesterday, studied the address he'd scribbled in messy handwriting. If I was going to find a husband who believed I was poor, I needed to be somewhere even more convincing than this dump.I showered in the bathroom that had questionable water pressure, got dressed in my plainest jeans, a simple t-shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror. No one would recognize me as Vivian Chen, CEO of Chen Industries. I looked like any other struggling foreigner trying to make ends meet in a country that wasn't her own.Good.I grabbed my bag, headed downstairs. The same clerk from yesterday was at the desk, still playin
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Chapter: Chapter Three (Somewhere No one Knows my Name)Chapter ThreeWe landed in Bangkok just after midnight and the airport was chaos. I followed the crowd through immigration and baggage claim then out into the arrivals hall where taxi drivers swarmed around me shouting prices.I picked one at random, climbed into his cab. He turned around and smiled showing gold teeth."Where you want to go, miss? I know best hotels, very nice, very clean.""No." I'd thought about this on the plane and if I was going to do this I needed to commit completely. "I need somewhere cheap. Very cheap. In the suburbs."His smile faltered. "Cheap? You sure? American lady want cheap hotel?""I'm not American and yes, I'm sure." I pulled out some cash and handed him more than the ride would cost. "Somewhere poor people stay."He looked at the money and then at me and shrugged and started the car and pulled out into traffic and I watched the gleaming airport fade behind us as we drove deeper into the city.The buildings got shorter and shabbier, the streets got
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Chapter: Chapter Two (The Plan)The elevator ride to the parking garage felt longer than usual and Robert was already waiting by the car when I stepped out, his posture straight and patient the way it always was, and something about his steadiness made the tightness in my chest worse."Home, Miss Chen?" he asked as he opened the back door."Yes." I slid into the leather seat and pulled out my phone. I saw twenty three missed calls from my assistant and I knew I needed to handle this carefully because disappearing without explanation wasn't an optionI dialed Jennifer's number and she picked up on the first ring."Vivian, where have you been? The Hong Kong investors are waiting for your call, the board meeting starts in an hour and...""Jennifer, I need you to listen to me." I kept my voice calm and controlled. "Something's come up and I need to leave the country for a while."Silence on the other end and then, "What do you mean leave the country? We have the merger closing next week.""I know." I watched the cit
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Chapter: Chapter One ( The Weight of a Diagnosis)Chapter OneThe doctor's mouth kept moving but I stopped hearing anything after "two years."Two years.I stared at the chart on the wall behind him and watched his lips form words that didn't register anymore because my brain had shut down somewhere between "progressive" and "terminal." My hands gripped the edge of the examination table and the paper on it crinkled. I could hear that sound perfectly but nothing else made sense and I wondered if this was what drowning felt like."Miss Chen, are you listening?"I forced myself to focus on Dr. Morrison's face and he looked concerned and I hated that look because it meant this was real and not some nightmare I could wake up from."I'm listening," I said and my voice came out steadier than I expected."If you want to have children, we're looking at a very narrow window." He folded his hands on top of my file and the lights over his head made his glasses gleam. "Three months at most before the treatment protocol becomes too aggressive a
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