Married To The Billionaire Stranger

in her soul. Outside, the Lagos sun blazed with its usual indifferent ferocity, but inside, Zara felt only a chilling void. Her mother, Amaka, lay critically ill in Room 3B, her fra

designs a vibrant tapestry of contemporary flair woven with traditional Nigerian elegance. She had a small but loyal clientele, a dedicated team of

r joint business account. He hadn't just taken her savings; he had mortgaged her future, leaving her with a mountain of loans she never knew existed, all tied to the expansion plans he'd so conv

as a losing battle. The debt was a leviathan, and her mother's sudden illness had delivered the final, crippling blow. Amaka, her vibrant, ever-smiling mother, the woman who had single-handedly rai

h. It was Mr. Bankole from Zenith Bank, a man whose voice had become synonymous with her financial ruin. She let it ring, her stomach twisting

ra,

r kind eyes filled with sympathy. "Any

her lips. "She's stable, for now. But Dr. Ade

nees feeling like weak tea. The elegant Ankara print dress she wore, a testament to her own design prowess, felt heavy, a cr

ds the surgery, Zara. Urgently. We can hold off for another 48 hours, but after that... her chances diminish significantly. The upfront d

ting like ash. The humiliation was a hot flush across her cheeks. She, Zara Okafor, wh

r predicament, Miss Okafor, but this is a private hospital. W

eaving only a gaping wound. Her mother was an on

mother, her anchor, her biggest supporter, was slipping away, and Zara was powerless to stop it. She walked th

emaining lifeline, her best friend Bimpe, she wasn't paying attention. Her

nd tailored expensive fabric. She stumbled backward, nearly losing her balan

esonant voice rumbled, edged with an i

a torrent of her own frustration

. High cheekbones, a strong, chiseled jawline, and a pair of eyes that were like molten gold – piercing, intelligent, and utterly devoid of warmth. They were framed by thick, dark lashes, and his brow was furrowed in a slight frown that only intensified his formidabl

sessing her, a flicker of something unreadable in their de

ite the sheer arrogance emanating from him. Her heart, which had

, flustered by his intense gaze. She bent down to retrieve he

s met again. For a fleeting moment, the world outside the hospital entrance seemed to fade. It was just Zara and this enig

expression hardening back into that cold, unreadable mask. He answered curtly, his voice low and c

scination churning within her. Who was he? And why did h

hattered life. She needed to focus. Her mother. The surgery. The insurmountable debt.Just as she was about to turn away, a man in a

e said, his voice

"Yes?" How did

ower, Ikoyi. Here is the address." He handed her the envelope

ated, her brows furrow

er a solution." He pointed vaguely in the direction of the SUV where Darius was now waiting. "He assures me it will be a proposal that benefits both parties."He turned and walked away, joining the enigmatic Mr.

ower meant what she thought it did. A proposal. And help with her mother's expenses? But how did he know? The thought sent a fresh chill

al thick bundles of cash, was a single, elegantly printed

es were impossibly high, and where a cold, ruthless billionaire held the key to her mother's survival. Her crisis had