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 Astor's Estate
Dina took a deep breath to steel herself, feeling her pride crumble as she made her way toward the Astor's grand estate. She shivered slightly as she approached the entrance. Every step felt heavier as the realization of what she was about to do sank in she was going to beg.
The doors opened, and she was led through a hall draped in tapestries and ornate decor to Michael's study. He sat at his desk, one hand resting lightly on the table he watched her approach.
"Dina," he greeted, his voice flat. "To what do I owe this... unexpected visit?"
She swallowed, forcing herself to meet his sharp eyes. "Michael," she started, her voice wavering, "I need your help. I... I made a mistake, and I have nowhere else to turn."
He arched an eyebrow, barely concealing a smirk. "Is that so? And what exactly do you expect me to do for you?"