One Year With Mr.Kingland

The smell of disinfectant and despair clung to everything in the hospital corridor. Selena Jesus sat on the cold plastic chair, elbows digging into her thighs, staring at the faded white floor tiles like they held answers.

“The cancer has spread to her liver,” Dr. Patel said gently. “Without surgery, your mother has maybe three weeks. The procedure and hospitalization will cost one hundred and eighty thousand dollars.”

Selena nearly laughed at the number. She didn’t even have one hundred and eighty dollars.

“I’m sorry, Miss Jesus,” the doctor continued. “But at this point… you should consider every possible option.”

Dr. Patel cleared his throat softly while standing.

“Selena…” His voice lost some of its professional distance. “I’ve been treating your mother for almost eight months now. Your family has become very dear to the staff here.”

Selena lowered her eyes, gripping her hands tightly together.

The doctor sighed.

“I normally would never involve myself in something like this. But after seeing everything you’ve sacrificed for your mother…” He hesitated briefly.

“A colleague of mine knows someone wealthy looking for a very specific arrangement. He paused carefully. “If you want, I can forward your contact to them. To be honest with you, your situation is severe, and I thought you deserved to know every possible option.”

Selena frowned weakly. “What kind of arrangement?”

“I don’t know all the details,” he admitted. “Only that it could solve your financial problems.”

She stayed quiet for a long moment then finally: “Will it help my mother?”

Dr. Patel nodded slowly.

Selena closed her eyes briefly before whispering: “Then… give them my number.”

The doctor hesitated one last time before nodding.

“Alright then."

She had sold everything that could be sold — her laptop, her mother’s gold earrings, even the old fridge. Still, the hospital bill kept growing like a monster that refused to die. Her younger brother Ethan was barely sixteen and already talking about dropping out of school to “help.” She couldn’t let that happen. Not even after their father had already destroyed their lives once by gambling.

Thirty minutes later, her phone rang.

Unknown number.

She almost ignored it, but something made her swipe the green button.

“Hello?” Her voice came out hoarse.

“Miss Selena Jesus?” A crisp, professional male voice asked. “My name is Richard Thompson. I’m the personal attorney for Mr. Matthew Kingland. He would like to meet with you regarding a… business proposal.”

Selena frowned, wiping her wet cheeks with the back of her hand. “Matthew Kingland? I don’t know any Matthew Kingland. Is this some kind of sick joke?”

“I assure you, it’s not. Mr. Kingland has a proposition that could solve all your problems… financial difficulties. He’s expecting you at his office in one hour. I’ll send the address to your phone.”

The line went dead before she could ask any more questions.

Selena stared at her cracked phone screen. One hour. She looked down at her worn-out jeans and simple black top that had seen better days. No makeup. Eyes swollen from crying. She didn’t even have money for a proper taxi.

But her mother was dying upstairs.

She stood up, legs shaky, and whispered to herself, “What do I have to lose?”

********

The Kingland Tower pierced the sky like an arrogant silver blade. Selena had to crane her neck just to see the top as she stepped out of the taxi she could barely afford. The security guard at the entrance gave her a once-over, clearly judging her cheap sneakers and old handbag, but when she mentioned Matthew Kingland’s name, his expression changed instantly.

Top floor. Private elevator.

When the elevator doors opened, she stepped into a world that felt like it belonged in a movie. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city, minimalist expensive furniture, and silence so thick it pressed against her ears.

Just as the doors were about to close, a tall man in a perfectly tailored black suit stepped in. He didn’t even glance at her.

Her breath caught for a second. He was strikingly handsome — broad shoulders, sharp jawline, perfectly styled blonde hair, and an aura of pure dominance. For a brief moment, her tired heart fluttered. *God… some people really have it all.*

But she quickly looked away, scolding herself.

*Focus, Selena. You’re not here to admire rich strangers who are clearly out of your league. You’re here to save your mother.*

The elevator dinged at the top floor. The man stepped out first without a word. Selena followed a few seconds later.

A polished assistant immediately approached her.

“Miss Jesus? Mr. Kingland is waiting for you. This way, please.”

The assistant led her into a massive office. The same man from the elevator stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, back facing her. When he turned around, Selena froze.

It was him. Matthew Kingland’s stormy grey eyes landed on her, cold and calculating. The small scar near his left eyebrow made his handsome face look even more ruthless.

“Miss Selena Jesus?”

“Yes… I’m Selena Jesus,” she replied quietly, her voice slightly shaky. “The doctor mentioned that someone might contact me about an opportunity.”

His voice was deep, cold, and commanding. You’re late,” he said, voice deep and indifferent.

Selena’s earlier spark of admiration died instantly, replaced by irritation and exhaustion.

“I was at the hospital.” she replied sharply, her voice trembling with barely contained emotion. “Forgive me if I didn’t sprint here for a mysterious meeting.”

Matthew Kingland studied her for a moment, his grey eyes sharp and unreadable. He gestured toward the chair in front of his desk.

“Sit.”

This time, Selena sat down slowly, clutching her old handbag tightly on her lap. Her hands were trembling.

Matthew didn’t waste any time.

“I’ll be direct. I need a wife for exactly one year. A contract marriage.”

Selena’s eyes widened in shock. She stared at him, mouth slightly open, trying to process his words.

“A… wife?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t understand. Why me?”

“You need money. A lot of it. I need a wife who won’t cause complications. It’s simple. You will live in my mansion, appear with me in public as my devoted wife, and follow my rules for twelve months. In return, I will clear all your family’s debts, pay for your mother’s surgery and full treatment, and give you ten million dollars when the contract ends.”

“What… What are the rules?” she asked softly, her voice cracking. “What do I have to do? And what can’t I do? Please… I need to understand everything.”

Matthew’s expression remained cold, but he answered.

“Separate living quarters. No questions about my personal life or past. No emotional attachment. You will attend events with me and act the part of a loving wife in public. No scandals. No drama. Break any of these terms and you get nothing. The ten million disappears.”

Selena swallowed hard, tears slipping down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand, embarrassed.

“So… I just have to pretend for one year?” she asked, her voice small and desperate. “And you’ll really save my mother Everything will be paid for?”

“Yes,” he replied flatly. “The money for her treatment will be transferred today if you sign. But understand this, Miss Jesus — this is purely business. Nothing more. Don’t expect romance or affection from me.”

Selena looked down at the thick contract on the desk, her vision blurry with tears.

Her shoulders trembled slightly as she whispered: “I just want my mother to live… I don’t care about anything else.”

The silence between them stretched tight enough to snap.

Selena’s hands trembled as she picked up the contract. Every page felt heavier than the last. Her eyes scanned the cold, legal words, but her mind kept screaming the same thing over and over again

“I… I need to understand this clearly,” Selena said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She wiped her wet cheeks again. “If I sign this, will my mother's surgery really happen tomorrow?”

“Yes.” Matthew’s tone was flat. “My team will move her to a private hospital under my name today. The best doctors. The best care. All expenses covered.”

“And my brother?” she asked, looking up at him with desperate eyes. “The debts… the house… everything?”

“Everything will be cleared.” He tapped one finger on the desk. “But let me be very clear, Miss Jesus. This contract is strict. You are not allowed to speak about our arrangement to anyone. Not your mother. Not your brother. To the world, you are my wife because we fell in love. End of story.”

Selena nodded slowly, even though her stomach was twisting into knots.

She continued reading. The rules were listed like bullet points from hell:

- No physical intimacy unless necessary for appearances.

- Separate bedrooms.

- She must be available for all public functions.

- No male friends.

- No questions about his personal life.

- She must wear his ring at all times.

- At the end of 365 days, she must leave quietly.

Her throat felt tight. “You really thought of everything,” she whispered, a bitter edge creeping into her voice.

Matthew leaned forward slightly. “I don’t do anything halfway, Miss Jesus. This marriage will look real from the outside. Inside my mansion, we will be strangers. That is the deal.”

Silence filled the office.

Selena’s mind flashed back to two nights ago when the hospital had threatened to discharge her mother because of unpaid bills. She remembered holding her mother’s cold hand and praying — really praying — for a miracle.

This was a miracle. But it came with chains.