Rain Clayton’s life takes an unexpected turn when she discovers she’s suddenly married to a billionaire named Alexander Lancaster, a powerful and dangerously captivating man who wants their marriage over before it even begins... Raised by a family that never cared for her and desperate to avoid a twisted arranged marriage, Rain seizes this unexpected twist of fate. Her new husband might be a cold-hearted billionaire, but he's her only escape. Yet Alexander demands a swift divorce. Refusing to lose her one chance at freedom, Rain strikes a risky bargain to keep their marriage alive, even if it means playing by Alexander’s rules. She just has to convince him to want her around—FOREVER. Weeks into their unexpected arrangement, Rain begins to see through Alexander’s icy exterior. But one night, she’s taken by surprise. “What are you doing?” Rain burst out, eyes wide as Alexander casually slid into her bed. “Performing husbandly duties,” he smirked. “You can’t stay here! It’s against the 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... [Warning: r18+/strong mature & sexual content]
Rain led Neil to the rooftop, where the view was expansive and calming. She ordered a bubble tea for him and then also bought a selection of snacks. Then she guided him to a nearby bench to sit. As Neil hesitated, she gently nudged the bag toward him.
Pushing the bag of snacks toward him, she added softly, "Go ahead, Neil. These are some of my favourites. Maybe they'll help you relax a bit."
Neil took it and then sipped on the bubble tea. Rain smiled warmly, trying to ease the tension. She sat beside him, giving him enough space to feel comfortable, but staying close enough to offer quiet support.
"By the way, I'm Prosecutor Rain Clayton," she introduced herself, offering him her calling card, which he accepted with a nod.
Neil was fifteen and a close friend of Liza, the victim. Henry had spotted him in the CCTV footage from the night Liza was abducted by five gang members called the Savage Skulls while she was running an errand for her mother.