A sharp hiss of water filled the room, the sound of a shower running somewhere nearby. My head throbbed violently, a slow, insistent pounding that made me groan as I shifted. My limbs felt heavy, as if they belonged to someone else. I blinked against the brightness cutting through the room, my vision a blurry mess of gold and white.
Something was off.
The bed beneath me was soft—too soft. The sheets smelled expensive, a fresh blend of sandalwood and something faintly citrusy. I inhaled deeply, pressing my face into the plush pillow before realization jolted through me.
I wasn’t in my apartment.
My breath hitched. The duvet was thick and luxurious, nothing like the thin, scratchy blankets I was used to. I forced my eyes open fully, and my jaw dropped.
What. The. Hell?
I was in a penthouse.
Not just any penthouse—the kind people like me only saw in magazines, in glossy real estate ads we scrolled past on social media while dreaming of another life. The room was massive, all marble floors and high ceilings. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a sprawling city skyline, the early morning light glinting against the glass like gold dust.
My heartbeat kicked up. What the hell happened last night?
Before I could process the thought, the sound of the shower stopped. My body stiffened, pulse roaring in my ears as I heard the shuffle of movement from inside. Then, the door swung open.
A tall, brown-skinned man stepped out, steam curling around him like mist. A towel hung dangerously low on his waist, droplets of water trailing down his sculpted chest. My throat went dry.
He was ridiculously attractive.
Broad shoulders. Defined abs. The kind of body you only saw in Calvin Klein ads or I*******m fitness models who didn’t have to wake up early for work.
I yanked the duvet to my chest, my fingers clutching it like a lifeline.
“So, you’re awake.”
His voice was deep—so deep it sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. He reached for a bottle of lotion, squeezing some into his palms before rubbing it across his arms. A sigh escaped him, almost bored, before he turned and disappeared through another door.
I didn’t think.
Didn’t hesitate.
The second he was gone, I threw off the duvet and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. My head swam, my limbs still sluggish, but I forced myself up. Where were my shoes? My phone? My bag?
Shit.
Panic settled in my gut as I scanned the room. My heels—gone. My phone? Not on the bedside table. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to piece together last night, but my memory was a black hole.
Then, the door creaked open again.
This time, he was dressed. A crisp white shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing the slightest hint of his collarbone. Black tailored trousers that fit his lean, muscular frame perfectly. He was rolling up his sleeves as he leaned against the doorframe, watching me.
“Don’t tell me you’re trying to run away.”
I swallowed hard, caught in his stare.
“I… I was…” I chuckled nervously, rubbing my neck.
He scoffed, his lips curling into something close to amusement as he walked over to a white leather sofa—the expensive kind that screamed wealth and power. He sank into it with effortless grace, stretching one arm across the backrest.
“Have a seat,” he said, motioning to the identical chair across from him.
I hesitated, my feet refusing to move.
“I’m really sorry if I did anything stupid last night,” I blurted out, forcing myself to sit.
He studied me, his gaze unwavering, sharp.
“You really don’t remember anything, do you?”
I winced. “Sorry…”
He sighed. “Sorry to tell you this, but as of last night… you became my wife.”
I froze.
Then I laughed.
Laughed because it was ridiculous. Laughed because there was no way in hell that was true. But he didn’t laugh. He didn’t even blink. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded paper. He flipped it open and held it up.
A marriage certificate.
Our names. Our signatures.
A picture of us standing side by side, holding it.
My stomach dropped. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.”
I shot up from my seat, shaking my head. “No, no, no—this has to be some mistake. There’s no way I got married last night.”
“You did.”
“There’s no way out,” he cut me off, his tone final. “I warned you yesterday, but you still chose this. So if you’re thinking of coming up with some excuse to get out of it—don’t bother. For the next ten months, you are my wife. And that’s final.”
I stared at him, my brain struggling to keep up. “This doesn’t make sense. Getting married to a stranger? That’s insane.”
He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Evelyn Ateya Wangari. Only daughter. Lost your mother when you were seven. Works for Jade Jewelry, marketing, and production. Dated some guy who betrayed you last night—with your best friend.”
My breath hitched.
He smirked, watching the realization dawn on my face. “I spent seven hours listening to the saddest, funniest, most annoying drunken rant. And I wasn’t allowed to leave until I heard it all.”
I buried my face in my hands. Oh God. What had I done?
I peeked through my fingers. “Still, you shouldn’t take advantage of a drunk woman.”
“Like I said, I was desperate. You forced this situation.”
I blinked at him. “Desperate?”
He ignored me, standing as he grabbed a tie from the sofa. “If it makes you feel better, you can draft a contract that favors you. Bring it to me in two days.”
He looped the tie around his collar, fumbling as he tried to knot it. I bit my lip, watching him struggle, irritation bubbling in my chest.
Before I could stop myself, I stood up and stepped closer.
“Just stand still.”
His hands dropped, confused.
I grabbed the tie, fingers deftly working the silk into a perfect knot. I had done this a million times for Daniel. But this man was taller, broader. The scent of fresh cologne and clean linen clung to him, making my pulse stutter.
“Aren’t you going to tell me your name?” I muttered, focused on the tie.
He exhaled, deep and slow.
“Kurtis Otias.”
I stilled. That name.
It sounded familiar.
I tilted my head, studying him. His chiseled jaw, his sharp features. Where had I seen him before?
He cleared his throat. “It’s a common name.”
Before I could respond, the door swung open.
A man walked in, looking slightly frazzled, holding a small bag. A pair of women’s shoes dangled from his hand. My shoes.
“Thanks,” Kurtis said, stepping back.
The man—Fedrick, I assumed—handed me the shoes. “You destroyed your shoes last night. Said they were a present from ‘that bastard.’”
I groaned, rubbing my forehead. “Sounds about right.”
He also handed me my phone.
Kurtis straightened, his tone turning cold. “You can leave now.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
“In two days, Fedrick will bring you back. Bring the contract.”
I frowned. “Shouldn’t I at least have your contact?”
“No. Fedrick’s number will suffice.”
With that, he turned on his heel and disappeared into another room.
What. A. Jerk.
I turned to Fedrick, who gave me a sheepish smile.
The night’s chaos still swirled in my head as I stepped out of the building, the city’s morning air crisp against my skin. My mind was a battlefield—torn between fury and disbelief. I hadn’t even fully processed the insanity of waking up married to a stranger when the universe decided to twist the knife deeper.
The car slowed as we approached the parking lot. At first, I wasn’t paying attention, too lost in my thoughts, my fingers twitching with the urge to pull my phone out and text Daniel—or even deman. I don’t know, just to throw tantrums. But then, I saw him.
Daniel.
He was by his car, his tall frame leaning lazily against the door as he pulled it open. And then Seren boldly sits in. Like hell, the boldness of them both.
She looked satisfied. Smug.
Her perfectly styled hair framed a face that practically glowed, her lips curled into a smirk that sent a dagger straight into my gut. She looked full. Sated. Like someone who had feasted on the one thing she had always wanted—mine.
They were together the whole night.
Damn.
How long had this been going on?
How many times had they laughed behind my back while I was out there, blindly fighting for him? How many times had she smiled in my face while slipping into his bed the moment I wasn’t looking?
The car I was in passed by them, and through the tinted glass, I could still see them—how his hand brushed against hers as he leaned down, whispering something that made her throw her head back in laughter. They weren’t even trying to hide it. Not a single ounce of guilt or shame. No hesitation. Just bliss.
My fingers curled into my lap, my nails digging into my palm. The pain grounded me, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing could be enough.
I was nothing but a pawn—just like she said.
Daniel had used me. Played me. I had given him everything. Everything. My time. My effort. My love. I had fought for him when no one else would. And for what? So he could toss me aside like trash?
Something dark uncoiled inside me. It wasn’t sadness. It wasn’t heartbreak.
It was rage.
I didn’t even realize I was smiling until I caught my own reflection in the window—a slow, dangerous curve of my lips, one that didn’t match the hollow ache in my chest. My vision blurred, my heart pounded against my ribs, but I wasn’t about to cry.
No.
Tears were too kind.
I swore—right then and there—I would make them both pay.
They thought they had won? That I would walk away quietly?
They had no idea who they had just messed with.
Kasarani was already alive with the rhythm of the city when I arrived—cars honking, street vendors shouting, the crisp morning air thick with the scent of frying mandazis and freshly brewed chai. The clock read nine sharp. I had an hour before I needed to clock in, enough time to gather my wits, process last night’s madness, and maybe—just maybe—convince myself this was all just a fever dream.I exhaled deeply as Federick, stepped out and opened the car door. The warmth of the Nairobi sun kissed my skin as I moved to leave, my mind still weighed down with the events of the night before."Thank you, miss," Fedreck's voice pulled me back to reality.I paused mid-step, turning to him with a frown. "For what?"He offered a small, almost sheepish smile. "You see if you hadn’t agreed to marry the boss, he would have fired me—and I really need this job." His chuckle was nervous, the kind of laugh that carried both relief and remnants of past anxiety.I blinked, stunned. Fired him?"Wait, wh
Power is everything. People say money can't buy happiness, yet they wake up at the crack of dawn and retire late at night just to chase it. To me, money is everything, and I hate any fool who thinks otherwise. Try messing with it, and you're out. I don’t care what others think. I have a goal, and I am determined to reach it. I must reach it.Just the image of my so-called father, lounging in his executive chair at Bianco Jewelry Enterprises—one of the largest jewelry manufacturing industries across East Africa—makes my blood boil. Especially with that woman beside him. Sitting in the seat that once belonged to my mother.Deep sigh.I will destroy it all. Even if I have to defile logic itself.There’s a deal. The Grand Gold Gala Awarding ceremony. Being his son gives me an advantage—a direct pass to acquire an even stronger ally and join the Cardinal Seven, the elite power circle he’s part of. They gave me two conditions. First, get married. Second, win the GGG. I have to produce the r
I already expected him to be harsh. Rude, even. But this?Pathetic.The design had already been approved, yet he spat on it like it was filth beneath his feet. Like my work, my effort wasn’t even worth a glance. The arrogance, the sheer audacity, burned through me, but what burned more was the truth in his words. Damn it. That was too much.Still, watching Daniel stammer under his scrutiny had been satisfying. I should have enjoyed it more. But all I could hear, all I could replay in my head, was his voice."Disgusting. An insult to disgust."I didn’t even realize I had moved until my heels clicked sharply against the marble floor. He was heading for the elevator. I followed. Just as the doors were about to slide shut, I slipped inside, pressing my hand against the cold steel frame.His gaze flickered to me, bored, detached. “What do you want?”The doors sealed, enclosing us in a space thick with tension.I pressed the emergency stop button. The elevator lurched to a halt.His head sn
The air inside the boardroom was thick with tension, the kind that settled between unspoken words and silent glares. No one dared to breathe too loudly. We were all waiting for the inevitable—the verdict.Jade Jewelry was situated in Roosters, housed within a ten-floor building. We occupied the fifth, sixth, and seventh floors, with the sixth serving as our design studio and the seventh reserved for board meetings. Initially, the building accommodated various businesses, but ever since Lush acquired the entire property, some of them had begun relocating.That’s right, Mr. Almighty doesn’t like his business aligning with other businesses. So we are expecting new changes. Don’t get the wrong idea, Lush headquarters is in CBD, a seven-star building. I’d been there once for a product launch, and the sheer extravagance had left an imprint on me—red carpets rolled over polished floors, walls lined with gold-trimmed panels, and chandeliers that dripped luxury. It was the very definition of u
A marriage of convenience. Contracts were needed. Certain lines were supposed to be defined, but for some reason, I found it amusing to tease her.The way her eyes widened, her expression shifting from confusion to guarded caution, yet beneath it all, an innocence that was almost too easy to rattle. Her hands hung behind her back, her posture tense, as if she was both resisting and submitting at the same time. Even with her guard up, she was so easy to fluster."So, do tell me," I mused, leaning slightly closer, my voice deliberately laced with amusement. "Will kissing you to prove you're my wife be a breach of contract?"Her lips parted, a small, startled sound escaping before she stammered, "Well, umh..."I smirked, enjoying how she struggled for words. "Sorry to tell you, but I might have to kiss you quite a lot. Even more than your ex did," I said, watching her reaction closely. "I can refer to him as your ex, right?""Well, yeah," she mumbled, still staring up at me in a trance-l
A high-pitched ringing buzzed in my ears, distant at first, then swelling, consuming everything. My head felt heavy like it had been stuffed with cotton, but the weight wasn’t enough to dull the sharp, pulsing ache at my temples. I tried to move, but a dull throb shot up my arm, pinning me down before I could register what was wrong.Bright light poured through my closed eyelids, forcing them to flutter open. The world blurred—a sterile white ceiling, recessed lights that hummed softly, and the unmistakable scent of antiseptic hanging thick in the air. Something beeped nearby, a steady, rhythmic sound that only intensified the ringing in my head. Hospital. The realization struck as I blinked, my vision swimming into focus.A murmur of voices drifted in from the side, muffled at first, then sharpening into distinct figures. My father. Vincent. Antony. They were here.I turned my head slightly, ignoring the protest of my sore muscles. Vincent was seated beside me, his posture stiff, han
The suitcase snapped shut with a finality that sent a dull ache through my chest. I exhaled, rubbing my temples as I glanced at the two culprits standing before me—Genny and Grace, their eyes wide, their hands clasped together in a silent plea."I said no!" I cried out, my patience fraying at the edges."But we just want to see the house!" Genny whined."Every single girl in this city would die to get a peek into Kurtis’s life," Grace added, arms crossed.I threw my hands up. "And that’s exactly why you’re not coming! I haven’t even properly introduced you guys, and we all know the kind of man Kurtis is. He values his privacy more than anything!"Their exaggerated sighs filled the air as I turned my attention back to the calendar hanging on the wall. What a month July had turned out to be. A month that was supposed to be filled with excitement, with wedding plans, with love. I had envisioned myself walking down the aisle toward Daniel, my heart fluttering with anticipation for the lif
The car ride back was suffocating.The low hum of the engine, the occasional flicker of streetlights casting eerie shadows through the tinted windows, the rhythmic tapping of Kurtis’s fingers against his tablet—it all built an unbearable weight inside me. The hospital doors had barely shut behind us, yet my mind was still trapped in that sterile white hallway, replaying the scene over and over like a broken film reel.Antony’s expression—shocked, confused, then cold. His jaw tightened, his gaze darting between me and Kurtis, piecing together a picture I wasn’t even sure how to explain.I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t. But I did.And the way Kurtis had dismissed him, like a minor inconvenience, like a fly buzzing too close to his ear, made my stomach twist. It wasn’t just his words; it was the sheer lack of emotion, the detached finality in his tone, as if Antony—someone who had stood by his side for years—was nothing more than an afterthought.I shot a glance at Kurtis. He sat beside me
“Huh! The outlook looks better!” Denis exclaims, her eyes scanning the sketch with approval.But I barely hear her. My focus is locked onto Serena and Daniel. The way they lean into each other, whispering, giggling—so obnoxious, so infuriating. Every little chuckle grates against my nerves, like nails screeching down a chalkboard. They don’t even try to be subtle. It’s disgusting.“Right, what do you think about the boss’ suggestion?” Daina’s voice cuts through my thoughts. She’s standing beside Denis, and as always, Victor trails behind her like a silent shadow. The two of them have been helpful with material suggestions, but right now, my patience is thin.“Yeah, it’s sick,” Victor finally speaks, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Five thousand for a design that would impress him? That’s insane.”“So you in, then?” Denis teases with a sly chuckle.“Fuck right,” Victor mutters, shaking his head in disbelief.It’s only been four hours since the announcement, yet the news has alrea
The fire in her eyes was untamed, raw—like a storm barely held back by the fragile restraint of her skin. Impressive, to say the least. A slow smirk curled on my lips, amusement flickering through me despite the absurdity of her words."I want to join the Board of Executives!" she declared, her voice cutting through the room like a blade of ice.I exhaled sharply, staring at her—hard. Maybe I was hoping she was joking, that she’d laugh and brush it off as a fleeting thought. But no. Damn. She meant it.As Fedrick moved about, directing the guests toward dinner, I kept my gaze locked on her, studying every flicker of resolve, every stubborn breath she took."Listen," I said, my tone low, measured, but laced with something dark. "Do you think joining the Executive Board will be enough to get your revenge?"Her brows pinched slightly, but she didn’t falter. "What do you mean? From the beginning, that was what—""You still don’t get it," I cut in, stepping forward. Before she could pull a
The warmth of his lips still lingered on mine, a teasing memory that refused to fade. My cheeks were still flushed, and despite the cool splash of water on my face, the heat beneath my skin remained. Damn. That was nothing like kissing Daniel. No comparison. Kurtis Otias was in a league of his own.It was already past nine, and the photoshoot had stretched longer than expected. We were given a change of outfits—matching grey sweatshirts and pants adorned with tiny love emojis. Cute. I ran a hand through my hair and glanced at myself in the mirror. My lips still tingled, betraying my thoughts. Shaking off the daze, I walked back into the living room.And there he was.Seated on the plush sofa, legs crossed in a casual yet elegant manner, flipping through the pages of a novel. A pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, adding an almost devastating allure to his already striking features. My breath hitched. What is it with handsome men wearing glasses? The emotionless expressio
When I arrived around five, the sight that greeted me was nothing short of chaotic. A large moving truck was parked in the driveway, workers unloading boxes and crates while a team of decorators scurried back and forth. Several photo booths had been set up on the front lawn, their pristine white backdrops fluttering lightly in the evening breeze. The whole scene felt surreal, as if I had just walked onto the set of a high-budget wedding shoot—except it was supposed to be my life.I scanned the crowd and spotted Kurtis standing a few feet away, deeply engrossed in conversation with a group of men in black suits. His expression was unreadable, his posture relaxed yet firm, the very image of a man in control. His gaze flicked toward me for the briefest second before returning to the discussion. Something about his demeanor made me uneasy.Before I could dwell on it, a familiar voice called my name.“What’s going on?” I asked as I approached Fedrick, my voice laced with confusion.“What d
The room was thick with tension, the air heavy as if every molecule had absorbed the weight of the moment. Kurtis’s arms remained firmly wrapped around me, his grip a silent command, while Antony stood a few feet away, still as a statue, his stare sharp and unreadable.I wasn’t sure if he was in shock, disbelief, or something darker. But one thing was clear—this wasn’t a normal conversation.And me? I felt like I was caught in a storm I never saw coming. My thoughts were tangled, my heart pounding against my ribs, a painful reminder that I had just signed myself into something—something much deeper and much more dangerous than I had initially assumed.I sucked in a sharp breath, but even that felt like a struggle, as though the very oxygen in the room had turned against me, suffocating me with each passing second."You should head back," Kurtis finally spoke, his voice calm yet firm, the kind of tone that left no room for argument.I blinked, still trying to find my footing in this me
(June, 17…One Month Before The Contract Marriage )It was already past ten when I walked in. The grand gate opened as I handed over my invitation card, the golden emblem catching the dim light. This wasn’t just any event—it was the event, exclusive to only the VVIPs from every major business sector. The kind of gathering where fortunes were made or ruined over a single conversation.A valet rushed over as I stepped out of my car, and I tossed him my key without a second glance. The grand home of Mr. Abdalla loomed ahead, magnificent and intimidating. You could say Bianco is the most influential jewelry company, but Abdalla’s Company? He controlled the appraisal of jewelry, the launch of exclusive collections, and the global marketing of high-end pieces. His company was the backbone of the industry, providing top-tier models and connections that stretched across continents. It was no surprise he ranked among the top ten richest billionaires in Kenya.Stepping inside, I took a slow, mea
I barely got any sleep. The bed was enormous, the sheets soft, but everything still felt foreign—the scent of a new fragrance lingering in the air, the quiet vastness of the house pressing down on me. It was surprisingly huge, yet only had six rooms.The ground floor was nothing short of luxury—an expansive living room, a sleek dining area, and a modern kitchen. But according to Fedrick, apart from the housekeepers who only came during the day and the gatekeepers, no one else lived there. Just Kurtis and him. And even then, Kurtis was hardly around, only staying over when early-morning schedules demanded it.Even Antony and some of Kurtis’ closest friends rarely hung out here. Privacy, for him, wasn’t just a preference—it was an obsession.The first floor housed his study, a personal library, and a sketch room—off-limits to everyone, including Fedrick. The second floor had three rooms. Mine was the first you reached, another stood empty, and Kurtis’ was at the farthest end. The third
The car ride back was suffocating.The low hum of the engine, the occasional flicker of streetlights casting eerie shadows through the tinted windows, the rhythmic tapping of Kurtis’s fingers against his tablet—it all built an unbearable weight inside me. The hospital doors had barely shut behind us, yet my mind was still trapped in that sterile white hallway, replaying the scene over and over like a broken film reel.Antony’s expression—shocked, confused, then cold. His jaw tightened, his gaze darting between me and Kurtis, piecing together a picture I wasn’t even sure how to explain.I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t. But I did.And the way Kurtis had dismissed him, like a minor inconvenience, like a fly buzzing too close to his ear, made my stomach twist. It wasn’t just his words; it was the sheer lack of emotion, the detached finality in his tone, as if Antony—someone who had stood by his side for years—was nothing more than an afterthought.I shot a glance at Kurtis. He sat beside me
The suitcase snapped shut with a finality that sent a dull ache through my chest. I exhaled, rubbing my temples as I glanced at the two culprits standing before me—Genny and Grace, their eyes wide, their hands clasped together in a silent plea."I said no!" I cried out, my patience fraying at the edges."But we just want to see the house!" Genny whined."Every single girl in this city would die to get a peek into Kurtis’s life," Grace added, arms crossed.I threw my hands up. "And that’s exactly why you’re not coming! I haven’t even properly introduced you guys, and we all know the kind of man Kurtis is. He values his privacy more than anything!"Their exaggerated sighs filled the air as I turned my attention back to the calendar hanging on the wall. What a month July had turned out to be. A month that was supposed to be filled with excitement, with wedding plans, with love. I had envisioned myself walking down the aisle toward Daniel, my heart fluttering with anticipation for the lif