LOGINMira De Vera only wants one thing: to get her eight-year-old sister into a hospital bed before it’s too late. But in a world of “no cash, no admit,” mercy comes with strings. When Mira crosses paths with Adrian Valezco—the cold, untouchable heir behind the foundation banners—he offers a way out: he’ll cover Eli’s admission and move her to the front of the line. The price? A one-year marriage contract. Quiet. Legal. Controlled. Now Mira faces an impossible choice: sign a deal that could save her sister… or protect her freedom and scholarship as rumors explode, an investigation closes in, and anonymous warnings hit her phone: Bianca doesn’t lose. Neither does Darius. Because if Mira steps into Adrian’s world, she won’t just become his wife in public. She’ll become a target.
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By Roman
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That night, I didn’t sleep.I sat on the edge of Eli’s bed and listened to his breathing. Shallow. Uneven. Like his body couldn’t decide if it wanted to keep fighting.At 2:17 AM, Eli opened his eyes.“Sister,” she said, voice rough. “Did you… fix it?”I forced a smile and brushed her hair back.“Not yet,” I said. “But I will.”She stared at the ceiling for a long time.“Do you think,” she said quietly, “if I wasn’t sick… you’d be happy?”The question hit me hard because it wasn’t fair.“You’re not a punishment,” I whispered. “You’re my reason.”She made a weak sound that might’ve been a laugh.“Liar,” she murmured, and went back to sleep.I moved to the small table by the window. The city noise drifted up—jeepneys, karaoke, someone arguing like the night owed them answers.Adrian’s contract folder sat on the table. I hadn’t opened it fully in his office. I carried it home like it could explode.My phone was beside it, screen down.At 3:04 AM, I flipped it over.Jared’s messages waite
After the donors left, the lobby exhaled. The administrator laughed into his phone like the day went perfectly.I didn’t move. My skin felt too tight.Jared found me near the private elevators and lifted two fingers. Follow.The elevator opened without anyone pressing a button. Inside, the air smelled like expensive cologne and cold metal.Adrian stood with his back to the mirror, jacket unbuttoned, tie loosened just enough to look human. He was on his phone like the world waited for him.Jared stayed by the door with his iPad, a silent witness.Adrian looked up.“Miss De Vera.”“Sir.”“You didn’t attend,” he said.“I couldn’t.”“Why?”Because someone warned me. Because my scholarship is on probation. Because I’m scared you’re a trap.I didn’t say any of that.“My sister,” I said. “She needed me.”Adrian held my gaze for a beat longer than necessary, then looked away like the word brother changed the problem.“What’s her condition?” he asked.“Chronic,” I said. “Expensive.”A corner o
By noon the next day, my supervisor called me in like my time was free.“Donor tour,” she said. “You’re on it. Wear your nicest uniform. Don’t embarrass us.”I wanted to say no. I wanted to say I had an actual life. I wanted to say my brother was dying slowly and I was running out of money and sleep.Instead, I said, “Yes, ma’am.”Because the hospital paid per shift. And Eli’s meds didn’t care about my pride.Before I left the dorm, my roommate—Lena—watched me pin my name tag to my chest.“Why are you going back there?” she asked.“Because I like suffering,” I said.She didn’t laugh. “Mira. People are talking.”“I know.”She leaned against the bunk bed. “I saw your name on a gossip page.”I forced my face blank. “It’s not what it looks like.”“What does it look like?” she asked.I didn’t answer.“Just be careful,” she said, quieter. “If they can take your scholarship, they will.”As if I didn’t already feel that truth in my bones.The lobby looked like a set when I arrived. Fresh flow
I didn’t go home after the hospital. I went straight to school because I needed one thing in my life to stay stable, and the university was the only place that pretended stability was real.The College of Nursing building smelled like floor wax and old paper. Students in clean white uniforms passed me in groups, laughing like their futures were already approved.My uniform was washed thin at the elbows. I kept my ID visible and my face neutral. If I looked tired, people asked questions. Questions turned into rumors.On the way up the stairs, my phone buzzed twice.A text from my aunt, Rowena.So I heard you met someone important. Call me.I stared at it long enough that a classmate brushed past me and said, “Excuse me,” like I was a chair.I didn’t reply.The Scholarship Office was small and always too warm. The electric fan rattled like it hated the job.Ms. Lerma didn’t look up when I entered.“Mira,” she said. “Sit.”I sat. I laced my fingers together under the table so she wouldn’












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