Rain Clayton's life takes a wild turn when she trashes her cheating boyfriend's car, only to find out it wasn’t his—it belonged to a stranger. To make matters worse, she accidentally discovers she's married to this stranger, none other than Alexander Lancaster, the reclusive Vice Chairman and CEO of the powerful Lancaster Group. Raised in a family that mistreated her and is now pressured by her father to marry the mayor’s psychopathic son, Rain sees this surprise marriage as a blessing in disguise. After years of suffering, it seems the heavens have finally taken pity on her, gifting her a handsome billionaire husband—a man ruthless to his enemies and exactly what she needs to escape her family's clutches. But there's one major problem: Alexander wants an immediate divorce. Determined to keep him, Rain strikes a bargain to extend their marriage, under his terms. Now all she has to do is convince him to keep her forever... A few weeks passed since their surprise marriage… “What are you doing?” Rain burst out, her eyes wide as she watched Alexander crawl onto her bed. “Performing husbandly duties,” he replied with a casual smirk. “You can’t sleep here! It’s against our contract!” “I’m not breaking it,” Alexander said with a shrug. “The contract specifies that you’ll fulfill all wifely duties, excluding sharing my bed. It doesn’t say anything about me not performing husbandly duties, including sharing your bed.” The situation had shifted, and it seemed like she was no longer the only one in control...
At Meta Doctors Hospital
"This can't continue like this, Rock! I swear, you'll be the death of me first!" Dr. Lambert snapped, his frustration evident. He turned to Ben, who was standing nearby, and demanded, "Can't you do something to rein in this stubborn old man?"
Ben merely shrugged, while Rock chuckled, clearly unfazed. "Oh, come on, you're overreacting," Rock said lightly. "I'm here, getting the treatment like you recommended. You even said I have at least twelve to fifteen months, as long as I stick to the plan. That's exactly what I'm doing."
The room fell into a heavy silence, the tension palpable. Rock glanced at both men before grinning. "Who knows? Maybe I'll be one of those 8 to 12 percent who could live past two years. And if I'm really lucky, I'll be in the five percent who make it to five years."
"This is not a joke, Rock!" Lambert grumbled, exasperated.