A contract bride, a father's life saved, but she hides a heartbreaking secret: a son, the spitting image of him. How will a year-long contract end when the shadow of old vengeance threatens to expose the truth?
View MoreThe vibrating ring of her mobile phone beside the bed jolted 'Linin' awake from her reverie. Her grogginess vanished instantly when she saw the hospital's number. The screen glowed in the dim darkness of her small, cramped rental room.
"Is this Ms. Linin?" The voice on the other end, a nurse, sounded urgent.
"Yes, it is."
"Mr. Thana has been admitted to the hospital. His condition is very critical and requires immediate surgery."
When she heard the words 'father' and 'critical condition,' it felt like a sledgehammer striking her heart. Linin nearly collapsed, her voice trembling. "What... what happened to my father!?"
"A ruptured cerebral artery. If he doesn't have surgery immediately, he might not survive."
BOOM!
Linin's entire world shattered in an instant. Her father... the only anchor in her life was about to leave her? She had only recently been through the worst period of her life. Her family had gone bankrupt, her father's business had been completely swindled, and even her mother had vanished with some secret.
Her small feet carried her swiftly to the hospital. The atmosphere of the emergency room made her heart pound. Her father lay motionless on the bed, his body covered in tubes and wires, his face alarmingly pale. The attending doctor approached with important documents.
"The surgery cost is approximately five million baht. If he doesn't have surgery tonight, his chances of survival are very low."
Five million baht!
A colossal sum Linin never thought she'd have to face. It was an amount she had no way of finding right now. All of her family's assets had been seized. She was left with only her body and her breath.
Large teardrops fell, splashing onto the floor. "Doctor... isn't there any other way?"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Linin," the doctor replied calmly.
Despair gripped Linin's heart tightly. She walked out of the emergency room in a daze, the pressure so intense it was almost suffocating.
Just as she was about to sink into darkness, a deep, cold voice she hadn't heard in years sounded behind her. "You want the money to save your father, don't you, Linin?"
Linin spun around. A tall, imposing figure in a dark suit stood before her. His sharp eyes stared at her coldly, as if piercing through her very soul.
'He'... the man who should never have re-entered her life...
'Phupha', the influential young CEO, who, in the past, had been involved in an incident that caused her to disappear from his life with a great secret.
"Mr.... Phupha!" Linin gasped in surprise, mixed with fear in her eyes.
Phupha smirked, but his smile was full of unreadable emotions. "I have an offer for you... an offer you can't refuse."
Linin looked at him, confused, her heart filled with worry and turmoil. Old feelings she had tried to forget surged back.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Marry me for one year in exchange for five million baht to save your father's life," Phupha said calmly. His eyes remained cold, yet there was an unspoken meaning in them that Linin couldn't grasp. It was like vengeance... or something much deeper.
Linin's eyes widened. His offer almost stopped her breathing. Marriage? With this man? How could she, when she had a secret she had hidden from him for four years... a secret that was wandering not far from this very hospital?
Linin's breath hitched. She knew she had no other choice. Her father's life was in his hands.
She had to accept this offer, no matter the reason... even if this marriage would drag her back into the nightmare of the past and potentially expose the secret she had kept hidden for four years.
That secret was... her son.
This was the only choice she had left: to save her father's life and to protect the only secret she had.
After that night, when I saw the photo album and vaguely pieced together the past, I felt like a heavy stone was weighing on my heart constantly. The newly discovered truth kept me awake for several nights. I tried to recall every detail of the event that day, but I was still unsure if I understood everything correctly.Doubt gnawed at my mind, making me want to know more about Phupha and Nong Pete's story. I wanted to know what exactly made Phupha so angry with me, beyond just our personal history.The next day, I remained in the quiet mansion. I decided to try and find information about Phupha and his family. I walked to the library again and searched for books about the business of the 'Worathana' family, which was Phupha's surname.I spent almost the entire day in the library, scanning through various books and documents related to the Worathana family, hoping to find some clue that would unlock the mystery in my mind.Finally, my eyes caught an old newspaper article collected in
Days after my father's condition worsened, each time I visited him, I spent as long as I could there. I wanted to be sure he was safe, and I tried to call Nong Time more often to fill the loneliness and longing that gripped my heart.Life in Phupha's mansion continued simply, yet emptily. He and I barely spoke beyond absolute necessities. He usually spent his time in his study or went out, returning late at night.The solitude in this house made me feel like a stranger, but I tried to spend most of my time reading or handling small personal errands to keep my mind from wandering.One evening, I was sitting and reading in the library. The atmosphere was perfectly silent, with only the faint sounds of turning pages and my own breathing.Suddenly, I heard the soft click of a door opening in the hallway. I looked up and saw Phupha's tall figure enter the library. He must have just returned from outside.He walked directly towards the bookshelves deeper inside the room, not noticing me sit
After discovering the truth hidden in the photo album, my heart was filled with countless questions. I tried to recall the events of that day in detail, but the images from the past were too blurry to piece the story together completely.All I knew was that I was involved in that boy's accident, and Phupha was also present. That might be the reason he hated me so much, and not just because of our past.The next morning, I woke up feeling uneasy. I went down to the dining room and found Phupha already seated, as usual. I tried to act as normal as possible, but my gaze couldn't help but steal glances at him frequently.He was quietly reading the newspaper, his sharp features as cold and distant as ever, which kept me from daring to ask anything."Today, I have to go check on a construction site out of town," Phupha broke the silence. "I might be back late."I nodded absently, my thoughts still revolving around the photo album from last night.When Phupha left for work, I spent time in t
Days turned into a quiet rhythm in Phupha's mansion. I tried to adapt to the unfamiliar daily routine. I still visited my father at the hospital every day and called Kaew constantly to check on Nong Time. Each time I heard my son's tiny voice, my heart ached with unbearable longing.My relationship with Phupha followed the terms he set: no sweet words, no physical touch, and no emotions involved. We barely spoke, only addressing work or necessities. He often returned home late, and sometimes wasn't home all night.I felt like a shadow in his house, merely an ornament placed according to his desires.One day, as I sat reading in the library, my gaze fell upon a photo album tucked beneath a pile of old books. Curiosity piqued, I picked it up and opened it.Inside were old photos of a young Phupha. He smiled broadly, his eyes sparkling with vitality. I had never seen him like this before. Since I'd known him, he had always exuded coldness and emotionlessness.I flipped through the pages
On my second morning in Phupha's mansion, I woke to the chirping of sparrows outside the window. Morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, making the room feel warmer than last night, but my internal feelings remained cold.After getting ready, I walked down to the dining room again. Phupha was already there, newspaper in hand as usual. His sharp gaze flickered to me for a moment before returning to the words before him."I have to go to work today," he said without looking up. "The housekeeper will assist you. If there's an emergency, call my secretary."I nodded, accepting his words. Although I felt like an outsider in this house, I tried not to show it."You can visit your father if you're free," he added, which surprised me slightly that he still cared about this. "But you must be back before 6 PM."I looked at him with suspicion. Why did he need to set a time, even though we weren't truly husband and wife? But I didn't ask, knowing I wouldn't get a satisfactory answer
The next day, I woke up with a heavy feeling in my heart. The spacious bedroom where I now stayed felt like a golden cage, imprisoning my freedom. Everything here seemed overly luxurious, yet it didn't make me feel any more comfortable.I walked to the large window, looking out at the meticulously arranged garden. The morning sunlight streamed in, but it couldn't penetrate the darkness within my heart.After showering and getting dressed, I chose the clothes the maid had prepared for me. It was a simple, elegant light-colored dress that looked polite, but it didn't make me feel like myself in the slightest.When I came down to the dining room, I found Phupha sitting at the head of the table. His face was as impassive as ever, showing no trace of emotion, but his sharp eyes made me feel as though he could read my mind perfectly."Sit," he said briefly before returning to reading the newspaper in his hand.I sat across from him. The dining room was so quiet you could hear the clock tick
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