Marriage Contract: A Deceptive Relationship

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Cara didn't know whether she should be offended or threatened. How should she react to such an absurd offer? A million dollars, as if it was something she could simply ignore. But that was the point. This billionaire probably thought that such an amount could buy everything. He had no idea what he'd just unleashed. She took a deep breath before replying, her voice calm yet sharp: "Pregnant, so yes." She felt like she was walking a tightrope, but she wasn't about to let him intimidate her. Not by him. He seemed to think he was above it all. "You're going crazy, I'm leaving." The expression on his face was a mix of surprise and disdain, as if she were a mistake he couldn't wait to fix. But she wasn't backing down. "A million dollars, which you can use to pay for your mother's treatment and everything else, I don't care what you do with it." Every word was a blade she threw into the air, ready to pierce his ego. She knew it. She'd seen it in his eyes. He thought he could buy anything. She stopped, the reality of her words hitting her full force. What happens when a billionaire meets one of the craziest girls on the planet? Hilarious arguments, endless publicity stunts, living together, a fake relationship, surrogacy, sex, and much more. But would there be love? She doubted it, but one thing was certain: the adventure was just beginning.

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Chapter 5 05

04-26 19:50

Chapter 1 01

Ah, there she is – Cara Green, sitting as still as a statue. Anyone who knows Cara would know that stillness is not her natural state, but her present predicament calls for it.

She's sitting comfortably on a leather chair which should already have her butt frame sculpted on it, given the fact it is her go-to chair when visiting. Cara's got her limbs sprawled out, back firmly pressed into the seat, and her left hand resting lazily on the armrest. Her right hand is propping up her chin, while her teeth chew on her black nails. She's fidgety, adjusting her position every now and then – probably from trying to hold in all that nervous energy.

You see, two weeks ago, Cara got a call that shattered her heart. Not that boy leaving you heartbreak, but the heartbreak of knowing you might lose the person that brings you ice cream and suggests you egg his car. Her mom, Brianna Green, is a force to be reckoned with – a superhero in her own right. At 53, she's what the cool kids these days would call lit – she's got a wild, unconventional way of thinking that's rubbed off on Cara. Independent, strong-willed, funny, a total psycho and, most of all, a person with a good heart. But at this moment, Cara is not feeling independent.

Cara's late father would always tell her that she was exactly like her mum in terms of character. He would say, "Attitude like your mama but a face like mine."

Martin Green was a firefighter, he died in the line of duty five years ago leaving Cara to experience her first heartbreak. Her father's passing had left a hole in her chest, one that was never quite filled. But in this moment, with her mother hooked up to machines in the hospital, that hole was now wider than it had ever been.

She's staring intently at the heart monitor, realizing just how fragile life can be. That machine represents everything that's keeping her mom alive, and the thought of it stopping terrifies her. Each beep, each flicker of the screen reminds her of just how much she has left to lose. Her thoughts spiral-if it weren't for this machine, her mom wouldn't be here. If only they could go back to those carefree days when Brianna was still the vibrant woman she knew, the one who would challenge Cara to race to the car or show up at her school with ice cream on a Tuesday afternoon for no reason at all.

Suddenly, the sound of the door creaking open snaps Cara back to reality.

The test results are out.

Cara's heart lurches as Dr. Andrew steps in. This is the last place he wants to be, mostly because he is frightened of Cara.

Why?

Cara continuously teases him about her imaginary sexcapades with him in his office. In Cara's defense, it was fun to tease him. It helped her pass the time. Plus, the poor guy is always mortified. His facial expressions are everything. It was her way of trying to get a laugh in the middle of everything, trying to mask the panic eating away at her insides.

That's why he doesn't even need to talk. Cara can see it in his face – the panic, the way his hands tremble, the sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. His feet are planted firmly in one spot, as if he's afraid to move. His eyes dart between her and her mother, and Cara knows, deep down, that the news isn't going to be good.

The air between them is thick with unspoken words. The kind of silence that makes her skin crawl and her heart race.

"How bad is it?" Cara asks, her voice shaking. She's trying to hold herself together, but she can feel the cracks forming in her resolve.

"S-she needs surgery, soon." Dr. Andrew stammers, his voice as shaky as his hands. He can barely meet her eyes, as though he's afraid of what her reaction might be. The words feel hollow, as if they carry a weight far heavier than anything he could possibly say.

Cara's heart sinks as the weight of those words settles over her. Surgery. The word rings in her ears like a death sentence. Her mind races with images of her mom in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines, her once vibrant and lively spirit reduced to nothing more than a fragile body fighting to survive.

Cara falls back on the chair, her mind struggling to process the new information. Everything is happening so fast. Two weeks ago, they didn't even know there was a problem. Now, her mother is facing a surgery that might not even work. The reality of the situation crashes over her, a wave of helplessness that threatens to pull her under.

She wants to scream, to demand that the world make sense again, to somehow rewind the clock and go back to a time when she didn't feel like her whole life was unraveling. But she can't. All she can do is sit there, staring at Dr. Andrew, hoping that he'll say something to make it better. Hoping for a miracle.

But there is no miracle.

Dr. Andrew, on the other hand, didn't expect his announcement to go this smoothly. It seems that Cara, for once, isn't yelling at him, making sarcastic comments, or threatening to prank him again. She's just... quiet. He doesn't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe, he thinks, she's still in shock. He doesn't want to overstep, doesn't want to say the wrong thing. So he does what he knows best-he backs away slowly, leaving Cara to process the dreadful news that her mom is dying.

Brianna always hated the word cancer, most of her friends fought the sickness and lost. As dramatic as Brianna is, she would rather die in a club while living her life to the fullest than being trapped with heart monitors, tubes, and an oxygen mask. If she could see herself right now, she would probably throw up. She always said that if she was ever in a hospital, it would be because of something ridiculous like a wild party gone wrong or an extreme skydiving accident. Not this. Not cancer.

She withheld the information from Cara for as long as she could. But two weeks ago, she broke down and ended up in the hospital, there was no hiding it anymore. The doctors had found something in her scans, something that shouldn't be there, and now the waiting had begun. The waiting to see how long it would take before the disease took its toll. Brianna had tried to be strong for Cara, but the truth was, she wasn't strong enough to carry this burden alone. She needed help.

And now, Cara is faced with the truth. The woman who raised her, who taught her to fight for what she believes in, to stand tall in the face of adversity, is the one who needs saving.

"I can't lose her," Cara whispers to herself, the words slipping out before she even realizes she's speaking them. It's the first time she's said it aloud, and it feels like a confession. A fear that has been gnawing at her since that call two weeks ago.

But for now, all she can do is sit there. Wait for the next step. Hold her breath and pray that something, anything, will change. But deep down, she knows she can't control what happens next. Life is fragile, and sometimes, there's nothing you can do but hold on tight and hope for the best.

And in this moment, with the sound of her mother's steady heart monitor beeping in the background, Cara Green realizes just how much she has to lose.