Arranged Marriage With A Billionaire Stranger

As the Music swelled at the party, he asked her for a dance. Pulling her closer, their bodies swayed in perfect rhythm.

"You know," he said, with a playful glint in his eye, "I've always believed that a dance can say more than words ever could."

She smiled, her heart racing. "Oh really?" What's this dance saying then?"

He leaned in, his cool breath brushing against her ear, sending chills down her spine.

"That moments like this are rare and I don't want to miss my chance, Red."

"Red? Did he just call me Red?" She thought.

"It's Maddison Wayne!" she said in a calm voice.

"What a beautiful name you've got there pretty." He said with a mischievous grin.

"Was he trying to flirt with me,"she said, Inwardly, smiling.

With a sudden bold move, he spun her around, their eyes locking in a moment that felt electric.

The melody wrapped around them creating a cocoon of intimacy and mystery, where nothing else mattered but the rhythm of their hearts.

As the song reached its crescendo, the mystery man took a step closer, gently cradling her face.

"I want you to remember this," he whispered, just before capturing her lips with a deep french kiss that was both tender and passionate, leaving her breathless and utterly shocked.

And for some seconds, the world around her faded as she was deeply lost in the moment. A moment that would forever linger in her memory.

Suddenly the dance came to an end, and so did the moment they shared, as they both parted ways reluctantly, leading to the separation by a tide of people.

She turned, her eyes darting around, scanning the room for any sign of the mystery man.

"I wonder where he could have gone," she thought to herself.

Just as she began to lose hope, she caught a glimpse of a tall figure, standing confidently, arms crossed, exuding an air of arrogance that was palpable. He was gazing down at the dance floor from an upper balcony. The soft glow of the lights illuminated his figure, casting a halo around him that made him appear almost ethereal. He was tall. His thick black hair looked like it was combed by his fingers and swept back away from his face. He had a strong, well-defined masculine jawline– it was perfection in her eyes. He just looked too good to be true. How could a mortal man look this stunning? She was utterly impressed by his features.

Intrigued by his aura and charm, she made her way to the grand stairs, approaching him hoping to engage in a conversation. But as she got closer, she noticed the coldness in his demeanor, making her momentarily hesitate.

"What are you doing here, Maddison?" He asked in an intimidating tone.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see the view from up here," she said, taking a deep breath, trying to sound steady despite the flutter in her chest. "You know, I never got to know your name, do you mind?"

He turned slightly, revealing his deadly gaze–a shade of deep blue eyes.

For a moment, silence reigned between them, the noise of the party fading into the background.

After a pause that felt like forever, he finally spoke, his voice low and smooth. "You can call me whatever you like," he said, a hint of mystery in his tone.

She frowned, not satisfied with the answer. "If you don't want to tell me, then it's fine."

He chuckled softly, almost melodic. "Names aren't labels, Red. Achievements are."

With that, he pushed himself off the railing and began to walk away.

Closing her fist tight, she suddenly called out.

"Wait, mister, please wait!"

The chauffeur had already opened the door for him to enter.

"What?" He replied, glancing over his shoulder.

Fearlessly, she began walking towards him, she felt brave for some reason.

"Can I at least know your name before you leave?" She asked, hoping to get ignored this time. But this time was different.

"It's Alexander," he said, his voice fading as he slipped into his car.

Maddison stood there, her heart racing as Alexander's car door clicked shut. She felt a strange feeling of relief wash over her.

Just as she opened her mouth to call out again, a sudden cough erupted from her chest. It was sharp and unexpected. She pressed a hand to her mouth, hoping it was just a brief irritation. But the cough grew more violent, each one racking her body and leaving her gasping for air.

As she stumbled back, her visions began to blur, she could feel the warmth of blood trickling down her chin, and panic surged through her. "No, no, no..." she whispered to herself, trying to steady her breath, but it was too late.

With one final, desperate cough, she doubled over, collapsing on the floor, and the world around her faded to black.

Hearing the commotion, Alexander turned back just in time to see Maddison fall. His heart dropped as he rushed towards her, the urgency of the situation called for immediate attention. Kneeling beside her, he could see the crimson stain on her lips and the fear etched on her face, even in unconsciousness.

Without a second thought, he lifted her into his arms, rushing her to his car.

As soon as he arrived at the hospital, he watched her being carried on a stretcher minutes after he explained the situation to the frantic staff, he waited anxiously in the sterile waiting room, pacing back and forth. Hours passed, each minute stretching into eternity until finally, a doctor emerged, updating him on her condition.

"She is stable, but needs to be monitored." The doctor said.

With a sigh of relief, Alexander paid off the bills, his mind racing with thoughts of Maddison, as he wondered if she was alright.

"And also Mister, she needs all the love she can get as I'm afraid she doesn't have much time left. What I mean is... she's suffering from cancer." He said, breaking the information to Alexander.

Just then Alexander felt a sharp pain pierce through his chest, he couldn't believe what the doctor had told him and neither did he know why he cared about the news.

He had never cared for anyone in his life as he believed showing emotions would only make him weak.

He told the doctor to keep his identity a secret, as he didn't want Maddison to find out he was here.

As she regained consciousness, the sterile smell of antiseptic filled her senses, reducing her world to a cacophony of sounds and blurred images. She was disoriented, her head pounding with ache. Dazedly, she opened her eyes to find herself in a hospital room.

She wondered why she was there as memories of the dance at the party flooded through her mind, she tried to recall the events leading up to her hospitalization, which led to her reflection on the stranger that had brought her to the hospital.

"He brought me here. Didn't he?" She mumbled, her voice hoarse.

She felt a mix of gratitude and bewilderment, but she couldn't help but wonder why such a person like him helped her, the thought lingered in her mind as she gathered her strength.