Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Debt Bride: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I stare at the contract on Lucien Cross's mahogany desk, my father's medical bills scattered beside . Each invoice screams a number I can't afford. $847,000 for spinal surgery. $1.2 million for ongoing care. $500,000 in business debts that'll never be paid.My hands shake."Second thoughts, Miss Quinn?" Lucien's voice cuts through the silence.I force myself to look up at him. He sits across from me, perfectly still in his three-piece suit, steel-blue eyes watching me. His dark hair is styled to perfection. His jaw is set. Everything about him screams control."No," I lie, gripping the pen tighter. "Just reading the terms."Adrian Cole, his lawyer, shifts uncomfortably in the chair beside me. He's younger than Lucien, maybe Twenty-nine or Thirty, with kind eyes that keep darting between us."The terms are non-negotiable," Lucien says flatly, he doesn't blink. "Two years of marriage, full public compliance. No romantic entanglements outside the arrangement. Complete discretion regardin

Mara POVThe dress weighs nothing and everything at once.I stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror of Cross Manor's bridal suite. The woman looking back wears ivory silk. Her auburn hair is twisted into an elegant updo. Her makeup is flawless but her emerald eyes are hollow.I don't recognize her."You look beautiful." Diana's voice cracks behind me.I turn to find my sister standing in the doorway in her bridesmaid dress—pale pink, designer, paid for by him. Her eyes are red-rimmed. She looks like she wants to cry."Don't." I shake my head, my throat tight. "Please don't make this harder."Diana crosses the room in three steps and grabs my hands. Her grip is fierce."You don't have to do this," she whispers urgently. "We'll figure something else out. We'll""There is nothing else." I squeeze back, willing her to understand. "Dad needs that treatment, Di. Your heart condition needs monitoring. Mom needs…""You." Diana's voice breaks completely. "Mom needs you. Not trapped in

Mara POV Sunlight burns through the floor-to-ceiling windows.I wake up with silk pillowcases stuck to my face, black mascara streaking the white fabric like I’d been crying in my sleep. Maybe I had. My wedding dress is twisted around my legs, the corset digging into my ribs with the persistence of something that hasn’t finished punishing me yet. For three beautiful seconds, I forget where I am.Then I remember.The ring on my finger. The contract with my name on it fifteen times. The door closing with that soft, expensive click.I sit up slowly, my body aching from sleeping in a dress designed for standing and smiling and performing, not for collapsing face-first into a stranger’s bed. The bedroom is exactly as pristine as it was last night—white walls, minimalist furniture, surfaces so clean they look like they’ve never been touched by human hands. Even with my suitcase exploded across a chair, the room refuses to look lived in. It absorbs the mess like it’s already decided it won’

Mara POVThree days of marriage, and I'm already planning his murder.Lucien walks into the breakfast room without greeting me, pouring coffee like I'm part of the furniture. I'm halfway through my scrambled eggs when he speaks."We have dinner tonight at The Lotus Garden." He doesn't look up from his phone. "Seven-thirty, kindly wear the navy Valentino."My fork pauses midair. "Excuse me?""Dinner. Tonight with a business associate." He scrolls through his phone with one hand, drinking coffee with the other. "Patricia sent you the details yesterday.""Patricia sent me a schedule." I set down my fork carefully. "No one asked if I was available."That gets his attention. His steel-blue eyes lift to mine, one eyebrow raised."Available?" He says the word like it's foreign. "For what?""I don't know. Maybe I had plans.""You don't have plans." He returns to his phone. "Your job is to be available for events like this."Something inside of me snaps."My job," I say slowly, "is to play you

Mara POVThe dress fits like it was designed for my body specifically.I stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back. The midnight blue gown hugs every curve, falls to the floor in a waterfall of silk. My hair is styled in soft waves. My makeup is flawless—done by a professional who arrived at four o'clock and transformed me into someone who belongs in Lucien's world.I look expensive. Elegant. Empty.Diana helped me zip up the dress before leaving for her Saturday night plans. She'd taken one look at me and said, "You look like a princess trapped in a tower."She wasn't wrong.A knock on my bedroom door makes me jump."Mara?" Lucien's voice is muffled through the wood. "Car's here."I take one last look at the stranger in the mirror, then open the door.Lucien stands in the hallway wearing a black tux that probably costs more than most people's cars. His dark hair is perfectly styled. His steel-blue eyes sweep over me, and for just a mo