The Day I Sold My Future

Chapter 1: The Day I Sold My Future

The first time I stepped into Blackwood Tower, I felt like I didn’t belong there.

The marble floors gleamed beneath my worn shoes, reflecting the towering glass walls and the city skyline beyond them. Everything about the place screamed power, wealth, and control—things I had never known. I clutched my bag tightly, my palms damp with sweat, as my heart hammered against my ribs.

This wasn’t a job interview.

This was a transaction.

Just an hour earlier, I had been sitting beside my mother’s hospital bed, listening to the steady beeping of machines keeping her alive. Her skin had looked pale against the white sheets, her breathing shallow.

“Amara,” she had whispered, her fingers weakly tightening around mine. “Please don’t do this for me.”

I had forced a smile I didn’t feel. “I’ll be fine, Mom.”

But I wasn’t fine.

The hospital bills were crushing. The doctors had been clear—without immediate treatment, my mother wouldn’t survive. I had begged, borrowed, and prayed, but nothing was enough.

Until his assistant had called.

Mr. Adrian Blackwood.

The name alone carried weight. Billionaire CEO. Cold. Untouchable. A man who lived in headlines and boardrooms, not in the fragile world of people like me.

“Miss Lewis?” A woman in a tailored grey suit approached me. “Mr. Blackwood is ready to see you.”

My stomach twisted.

I followed her into a private elevator that glided upward in eerie silence. With every floor we passed, it felt like another piece of my old life was slipping away.

The doors opened onto a quiet, expansive office floor. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the city stretched beneath us like it belonged to him.

And then I saw Adrian Blackwood.

He stood by the window, tall and broad-shouldered, his back turned to me. He wore a dark suit that looked as cold and flawless as his reputation. When he turned, his sharp gaze locked onto me instantly.

“Sit,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

I obeyed, my knees weak.

His eyes swept over me slowly—not with interest, but with calculation. Like he was assessing whether I was worth the inconvenience.

“You’re younger than I expected,” he said.

“I’m twenty-two,” I replied softly.

A pause. Then, “Desperation makes people brave.”

The words burned, but I stayed silent. He wasn’t wrong.

A thick folder landed on the desk between us. The sound echoed loudly in the quiet room.

“That is the contract,” he said. “Read it.”

My fingers trembled as I opened it. Legal terms blurred together, but the numbers were clear. Medical expenses. Housing. Monthly allowance. Security.

Everything my mother needed.

“And in return?” I asked, though my voice already knew the answer.

“You will marry me.”

The words knocked the air from my lungs.

“It will be a one-year contract marriage,” he continued calmly. “No love. No emotional involvement. Public appearances only.”

I swallowed hard. “And… intimacy?”

His gaze darkened briefly. “Not required.”

Relief mixed with something else I didn’t want to name.

“Why me?” I whispered.

He leaned back slightly, studying me. “Because you’re alone. You have no powerful family. No expectations. And you need this more than I do.”

My chest tightened.

“You may leave now if you wish,” he added. “But once you sign, there is no backing out.”

I thought of my mother. Her tired smile. Her fragile hand in mine.

I picked up the pen.

With a shaky breath, I signed my name.

The ink dried quickly, final and unforgiving.

Adrian stood and extended his hand toward me.

“Welcome to your new life, Mrs. Blackwood.”

Before I could respond, the office door opened.

A stunning woman in a red dress stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She froze when she saw me sitting there.

Her gaze shifted to Adrian, eyes narrowing.

“You didn’t tell me you were getting married,” she said.

Adrian’s jaw tightened.

And in that moment, I knew—

This marriage was already far more complicated than a contract.