When the marriage proposal was placed in front of me, I thought the man was joking.
"I want to marry you."
His voice was so cold it sounded like he was offering a business deal, not a wedding.
I stared at him silently. The man sitting across from me was known as the richest, most powerful… and most dangerous man in the city.
"Are you serious?" My throat felt dry.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"I never joke."
My heart pounded. Only one thing echoed inside my head — Father's debt.
If we didn't pay today, our house would be gone tomorrow. We would be on the streets.
He pushed a file across the table.
"Six-month contract marriage. In return, I'll clear all your debts."
My hands trembled.
Was this real? Or just a nightmare?
I opened the file. The conditions inside sent chills down my spine—
No love
No questions
Divorce after six months
I looked up at him. His eyes held no emotion. Only calculation.
"And if I refuse?" I asked quietly.
Leaning back in his chair, he replied,
"Then your house will be auctioned tomorrow morning."
My breath caught.
This wasn't a marriage.
It was a contract.
A trap.
And yet…
I picked up the pen.
"I agree."
Just before signing, I paused. Then I looked straight into his eyes and said—
"But I have one condition… you can never fall in love with me."
A strange smile curved on his lips.
"Deal."
At that moment, I didn't realize—
I hadn't just signed a contract…
I had handed my fate to the devil himself.