His wife was never meant to survive

KIAH

The champagne tower collapsed at exactly nine forty-seven.

Kiah watched three hundred glasses shatter across the marble floor of the Lucas Hotel ballroom, and all she could think was that she would lose this job too.

"I told you the base was unstable." Her supervisor's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. "You are done here, Miss Taylor."

Kiah's chest tightened. She needed this paycheck. Ethan's appeal hearing was in two weeks, and his lawyer had made it clear that there would be no appeal without money. No appeal, no freedom for her brother.

"Please." The word tasted like ash. "I can fix this."

"Security will escort you out."

Kiah turned, her face burning, and nearly collided with a wall of expensive suits.

It wasn't a wall she had hit, it was a man.

Arthur Lucas stood three feet away, his dark eyes fixed on her with the kind of focus that made her skin prickle. He was taller than she expected. Broader. The type of presence that made every person in the room irrelevant.

She had seen his face on magazine covers. Cold. Controlled. Untouchable.

Up close, he looked dangerous.

"Miss Taylor." His voice was low, almost casual. "Come with me."

It was not a request.

Her supervisor went pale. "Mr. Lucas, I apologize for the disruption......"

"Leave." Arthur did not look at the woman. His gaze stayed locked on Kiah. "Now."

The supervisor fled.

Kiah stood frozen as Arthur gestured toward a private hallway behind the stage. Her instincts screamed at her to refuse, to walk away, to run.

But desperation made cowards of everyone.

She followed him.

The hallway was silent except for the sound of her heels on polished marble. Arthur walked ahead of her, his stride confident, unhurried. He did not check to see if she was following.

He knew she would.

They entered a private suite overlooking the city. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the skyline like a portrait of power. Arthur moved to the bar and poured two glasses of whiskey without asking if she wanted one.

He held one out to her.

Kiah did not take it. "Why am I here?"

"You need money." Arthur set the glass on the table between them. "I need a wife."

The words hit her like a slap.

"Excuse me?"

"A contract marriage." Arthur leaned against the desk, his posture relaxed for someone who just offered to buy someone. "Six lovely months of public appearances, there'd be no emotional attachments, and by the end you'd have enough money to save your brother and start over."

Kiah's breath caught. "How do you know about Ethan?"

"I know everything about you, Miss Taylor." Arthur's tone did not change. "Your brother is serving eight years for a crime he says he did not commit. You have been working three jobs to pay for an appeal. Your father, Judge Samuel Taylor, refuses to help because he believes in the integrity of the system." His mouth curved into something that was not quite a smile. "Even when that system destroys innocent people."

Her hands curled into fists. "You have been investigating me."

"I investigate everyone I do business with."

"I am not your business."

"Not yet."

The arrogance in his voice made her want to throw the whiskey in his face. But she could not afford pride. Not anymore.

"Why me?" Kiah forced herself to meet his gaze. "You could marry anyone. A model. An heiress. Someone who actually wants this."

"I do not need someone who wants it." Arthur straightened, closing the distance between them in two steps. He was close enough now that she could see the faint scar along his jaw. Close enough that she had to tilt her head back to hold his stare. "I need someone with a clean and respectable background. Your father is a noble judge and your record is spotless. Exactly what I need to boost my public image."

"Stabilize?" Kiah's pulse quickened. "What did you do?"

"Nothing." His expression did not flicker. "But someone wants the world to think I did."

She searched his face for a lie and found none. That should have reassured her.

It did not.

"I don't just want an appeal, a full blown investigation with new evidence. Heck a new trial if necessary."

Arthur tilted his head slightly, studying her like she was a puzzle he was deciding whether to solve.

"Done."

The word was so simple. So final.

Kiah's throat tightened. "Just like that?"

"I have lawyers who specialize in overturning wrongful convictions. "they are expensive, but extremely effective."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then you will leave this hotel with nothing. Your brother will remain in prison. And in two weeks, when his appeal is denied, you will have no one left to blame but yourself."

The cruelty of it was almost elegant.

Kiah wanted to scream at him. To tell him that people were not transactions. That love and loyalty could not be bought.

But Ethan's face flickered in her mind. Her little brother. Twenty-two years old and rotting in a cell for something he did not do.

She would sell her soul to save him.

Maybe she was about to.

"Six months," Kiah said slowly. "And then I am free."

"Completely."

"No tricks. No extensions."

"You have my word."

She almost laughed. The word of a man who bought people like they were stocks.

But she was out of options.

"I need it in writing," Kiah said. "A contract. Every detail. Every clause."

Arthur's mouth curved into something that might have been approval.

"My lawyer will have it ready by tomorrow morning." He pulled a business card from his pocket and held it out. "Nine AM. My office. Do not be late."

Kiah took the card. Her fingers brushed his, and a strange current passed between them. Something sharp. Something dangerous.

She pulled her hand back quickly.

Arthur watched her with that unreadable expression, and for a moment, she wondered what he saw when he looked at her.

A solution to his problem.

A pawn in whatever game he was playing.

Nothing more.

"One more thing, Miss Taylor."

Kiah paused at the door.

"Once you sign that contract," Arthur said softly, "you belong to me. Every moment. Every appearance. Every breath in public will be mine to control." His eyes darkened. "Remember that."

A chill ran down her spine.

She should have walked away.

Instead, she nodded once and left.

ARTHUR

Arthur waited until the door closed before allowing himself to exhale.

That had gone better than expected.

He poured himself another whiskey and moved to the window, watching the city lights blur together like stars falling into the ocean.

Kiah Taylor was perfect.

Too perfect.

Which meant she was also dangerous.

His phone buzzed. A single message from an unknown number on the screen.

"You just made a mistake."

Arthur deleted it without replying.

He had been receiving threats for weeks now. Anonymous messages. Leaked files. Rumors designed to destroy his reputation piece by piece.

Someone wanted him to be vulnerable.

Someone wanted him desperate enough to make a move they could exploit.

Marrying Kiah was the logical solution. It would stabilize his image. Restore investor confidence. Buy him time to find whoever was behind the attacks.

But logic did not explain the way his pulse had quickened when she looked at him.

Or the way her voice had trembled when she mentioned her brother.

Arthur did not do sentiment. He had learned long ago that emotions were liabilities. Weaknesses waiting to be weaponized.

But something about Kiah Taylor had slipped past his defenses.

And that made her the most dangerous person he had ever met.

His phone buzzed again.

Another message.

"She will not survive what is coming."

Arthur stared at the words, his jaw tightening.

Then he made a call.

"I need full security on Kiah Taylor. Twenty-four hours. Starting now."

He ended the call and looked out at the city below.

Somewhere out there, someone was planning to destroy him.

And they had just made Kiah Taylor a target.

She did not know it yet.

But the moment she signed that contract, her life would no longer be her own.

Arthur drained his glass.

He would protect her.

Even if it meant keeping her in a cage.