Nadia sat at the small kitchen table, staring at the pile of bills in front of her. She was 25, but the weight of her years felt much heavier, carrying the burden of her brother’s medical expenses and a life of constant struggle. Chris, her younger brother, was the only family she had left. Their mother had died eight years ago, and their father had left them long before that, chasing another woman, abandoning them when they needed him most. Nadia had no one else. It was just her and Chris now.
Her heart ached as she looked at the medical bills for Chris’s treatments—medication, hospital visits, and the long list of things that were necessary to keep him alive and healthy. Long hours at multiple jobs, cutting back on anything that wasn’t essential, but it was never enough. The bills kept piling up, and the world around her felt like it was closing in. Nadia had never imagined her life would come to this—barely making ends meet, with nothing but a hope that tomorrow would be better.
That was when Cynthia had shown up. Nadia had heard the rumors about her, about the business she ran, and at first, she wanted nothing to do with it. But the longer she sat in this small, run-down apartment, the more the idea began to look like the only way out. Cynthia had promised her the money she so desperately needed. It sounded too good to be true, but Nadia was willing to consider anything at this point. If it meant that Chris would be safe, that he could get the treatment he needed, she would do anything.
She stood up from the table, her eyes lingering on the family picture that hung on the wall. It was an old photo, one from before everything went wrong. Back when there was still hope, still a father who cared. But now, the picture was just a reminder of the family she no longer had. Her mother was gone, and her father had never cared enough to be there when they needed him most. It was just her and Chris.
She opened the door and stepped outside, the cold air biting at her skin. Cynthia was waiting for her, leaning against her sleek black car, dressed in the kind of clothes that reminded Nadia how different their worlds were. But it didn’t matter now. She didn’t have the luxury of thinking about her pride or what people might say. She was a fighter. For Chris. That’s all that mattered.
“Well?” Cynthia asked, her voice soft but sure.
Nadia hesitated for just a moment, feeling the weight of her decision pressing on her. But then she nodded. “I’m ready.”
As they drove through the dark streets, Nadia’s heart raced. The club Cynthia led her to was intimidating—bright lights, music pounding through the air, and men in suits everywhere. She felt out of place, but for Chris, she would endure anything.
“This is it,” Cynthia said, her voice calm, leading Nadia inside. The club smelled of perfume and alcohol, the atmosphere heavy with luxury and emptiness. Nadia’s heart pounded as she followed Cynthia through the crowd, feeling the stares and judgments. She was nothing in this world—just a pawn in a dangerous game.
In the small dressing room, Cynthia handed Nadia a revealing outfit. The fabric was barely more than lingerie, and for a moment, Nadia froze. But the thought of Chris kept her moving. She slipped into the outfit, her reflection in the mirror unfamiliar and alien. This wasn’t who she was, but it had to be. For him.
“Perfect,” Cynthia said, her approval sharp and cold. Nadia stepped into the club’s main area, the stares of men following her every move. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but pushed herself to keep going. This was her reality now.
Cynthia introduced her to the other women—Caye, a tall, confident woman, who assured her she would get used to it. But Nadia couldn’t shake the overwhelming sense of dread. She was surrounded by men’s eyes, their gazes lingering on her with unspoken intent. One man, Mr. Edwards, caught her attention. His advances were unsettling, his touch lingering on her skin.
“Just relax. He’s harmless,” Cynthia said as Nadia tried to back away. But she couldn’t escape. She had made her choice—Chris’s future mattered more than her own safety.
“Stay with me tonight,” Mr. Edwards offered. “I’m wealthy enough to give you anything you desire. There's nothing I can't provide."
His words were tempting, but his touch made her skin crawl. Mr. Edwards’ hand slid around her waist, his touch bold and almost possessive, pulling her in closer than she expected. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending a jolt of heat through her. He leaned down just enough for his voice to be a soft whisper, but it was loaded with playful intent. “You’re looking at me like you want more, Nadia,” he murmured, his lips teasing the edge of her ear. “Don’t worry, I’m happy to oblige if you let me.”
Nadia’s breath hitched in her throat, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. His closeness, his words—everything about the moment made her stomach churn in a way she couldn’t ignore. She stiffened, desperately trying to focus. "I’m sorry," she said, her voice almost trembling with the effort to stay composed. Her chest tightened, and her words felt forced, almost like an apology to herself. "I can't."
She bolted from the club, pushing past the crowd and ignoring the bouncer’s calls. The night air hit her face, but it did nothing to calm her panic. She kept running, not knowing where she was headed, just needing to escape.
As she rushed down the street, she collided with someone—a man, solid and imposing, who stopped her fall. She looked up, her breath catching in her throat. He was nothing like the men in the club. His presence was commanding, powerful.
Before she could react, Mr. Edwards appeared behind her, shouting threats. The stranger stepped forward, blocking Mr. Edwards’s path.
“She’s my wife.”
Nadia’s breath caught. The words hit her like a thunderclap. Who was this man?
But it wasn’t the statement that chilled her—it was Mr. Edwards’ reaction. His face drained of color, fear replacing his anger. He recognized the man.
Theodore Thatcher.
The richest man in the country. A billionaire whose name struck fear into the hearts of businessmen and criminals alike. And now, he was claiming Nadia as his wife.
Theodore took a step forward, his voice cold. “Leave. Now.”
Mr. Edwards stumbled back, terror gripping him. He turned and fled without another word, vanishing into the night.
Theodore didn’t move, his gaze fixed on the retreating figure. Cold and silent, his presence was enough to suffocate the air around him. Then, his eyes shifted to Nadia. He didn’t speak, but his gaze made her feel small, insignificant.
After a long silence, he finally spoke. “You’re lucky I was here.” His words were a command, not an offer.
Without another glance, Theodore walked away. As he reached his car, he grabbed a thick coat and tossed it toward Nadia without breaking stride. It wasn’t until she reached for it that she realized she was still wearing something revealing—her outfit was too little for the chill of the night. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she quickly wrapped the coat around her shoulders, feeling the weight of both the garment and the coldness it represented.
Theodore didn’t wait for her to speak. With one last glance, he turned and walked away, his steps confident and unhurried. Nadia stood frozen, her heart racing. She couldn’t shake the feeling that her life had just taken a dangerous turn—one now intertwined with the enigmatic Theodore Thatcher.
As the sound of his footsteps faded, Nadia whispered into the air, barely audible, “Thank you.” She couldn’t make it loud, too overwhelmed to fully process what had just happened.
Theodore Thatcher was the definition of a self-made billionaire, already at the top of the renowned list of billionaires worldwide. At 29, he was the youngest to ever achieve such a status. His empire stretched across industries, from technology to real estate, with his name on the lips of the most powerful figures in business. Every move he made was calculated, every decision deliberate. Theodore had amassed more wealth than many could ever dream of. The inheritance from his father—though substantial—was a mere fraction of what Theodore had built through his own intelligence and relentless work ethic.His office on the top floor of one of New York’s tallest buildings was a testament to his success. Sleek, modern, and designed with purpose, it reflected the man who worked within. Theodore scanned through financial reports with a laser focus. His assistant, Marcus, entered with a stack of files, breaking his concentration.“Mr. Thatcher,” Marcus began, “the board has approved the propo
It was well past midnight when Nadia stumbled into the hospital, her legs heavy with exhaustion. She had just finished her third job of the day, cleaning offices long after everyone else had gone home. Her hair was a mess, her clothes wrinkled, and her eyes bore dark circles from countless sleepless nights. The clock by the reception desk read 2:03 AM, and the hospital was eerily quiet, save for the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional murmur from the nurses’ station.She made her way to the accounting office, each step feeling heavier than the last. The envelope in her hand, containing what little money she had managed to scrape together, felt impossibly light compared to the weight of her desperation.When she finally reached the small office, she knocked hesitantly on the glass window. A weary-looking clerk glanced up from her computer and motioned for her to step closer.“Hi,” Nadia began, her voice hoarse from a long day of work. “I—I’m here about my brother’s account. Ch
At 5 a.m., the streets were eerily quiet. Nadia walked quickly, her mind on the tasks ahead—grabbing clothes for herself and Chris before his chemotherapy in two hours. She hadn’t had a break in months, but today, she promised herself a few hours to catch her breath.As she walked down the empty street, the sound of footsteps echoed behind her. Nadia barely paid attention at first until she heard voices—slurred and drunken—growing louder as they approached.She glanced over her shoulder to see three men stumbling toward her. Their laughter echoed through the stillness of the morning air, and one of them caught sight of her."Hey, beautiful," one of them called out, swaying dangerously as he took a few steps in her direction. "Where are you going all alone?"Nadia sighed, a familiar discomfort creeping up her spine. She wasn’t in the mood for this, but the last thing she wanted was to make a scene. She sped up her walk, trying to ignore them."Hey! Don’t walk away from us," the second
Nadia sat at the small, worn-out desk in her apartment, her eyes scanning the contract she held in her hands. The light from the single lamp on the table flickered, casting shadows across the room. Her fingers trembled as she turned the pages, each line more overwhelming than the last.200,000 US dollars a month.She blinked, trying to process the number in front of her. The amount felt surreal, almost like a dream. 200,000 USD. Every month. It was more than she could ever imagine earning, and it would solve so many of her problems. No more juggling multiple jobs. No more barely making ends meet. Her brother’s medical bills—taken care of.She read on, and the contract grew more complex with each line."All medical expenses for Chris, including hospital bills and future treatments, will be covered separately by Theodore Thatcher."That was already more than she could have ever hoped for. The thought of Chris being able to get the treatment he needed, without the looming threat of debt
Theodore’s mansion was grand in ways that felt surreal to Nadia. She woke up in the plush bed, the sunlight streaming through tall windows that overlooked the sprawling gardens outside. It was all too much, too far from the life she knew. As she rubbed her eyes and sat up, a wave of anxiety hit her. What was she getting into?After a quick breakfast, where the silence between her and the house staff was more than uncomfortable, Nadia made her way to the sitting room, unsure of where to go or what to expect. It was then that she finally saw Miranda, the woman who would be helping her navigate this whirlwind of wealth and power.Miranda was already sitting in one of the luxurious armchairs, looking perfectly composed as if she belonged in this world. She smiled warmly when Nadia walked in, her presence calming yet firm.“Good morning, Ms. Nadia,” Miranda greeted, her voice smooth and kind, a sharp contrast to the storm of thoughts running through Nadia’s mind. “I’m glad you’re up. We ha
Nadia stood before Miranda, her reflection staring back at her in the full-length mirror. The room was filled with a soft hum of tension as Miranda moved around, adjusting the pieces of her plan. Miranda had been helping Nadia prepare for the inevitable questions from Theodore’s family. They had to be ready for every possible scenario, every detail needed to be carefully crafted to ensure that no one doubted the lies they would tell.“Remember,” Miranda began, her voice steady but firm. “Your name remains Nadia, but you’ll be introducing yourself as Nadianna Rostova. You’ll tell them you’re a self-made millionaire from Russia who decided to do business here in the U.S. Make sure you emphasize your wealth, your business acumen. You’ve got to be convincing.”Nadia nodded. The plan was in motion, and the details were already in place. Theodore had already arranged for her to have bank accounts with millions in them. This was just in case his mother or anyone else decided to hire an inves
The luxurious restaurant buzzed with the sounds of clinking glasses and quiet murmurs, but the atmosphere felt charged with anticipation. The sleek, modern design of the space was nothing short of extraordinary—polished marble floors reflected the soft glow of crystal chandeliers above, and the tables were set with gleaming silverware and fine china. Every detail had been meticulously crafted to create an aura of exclusivity. It wasn’t just the food that made this restaurant famous; it was the people who dined here. Celebrities, politicians, and billionaires were regulars in these plush surroundings, and tonight, Theodore Thatcher had joined their ranks.The moment Theodore entered, the air seemed to shift. His presence commanded attention, even though he didn’t actively seek it. People couldn’t help but glance at the tall, confident figure striding toward a private booth. He exuded an effortless charm and power, qualities that had made him a name not only in business but also in the
Nadia walked into the hospital with a determined step, wearing a simple, unassuming outfit that didn't stand out. She pulled the hood of her jacket low over her face, doing her best to keep her identity hidden. She didn’t want any attention, especially not from anyone who might recognize her. As much as she had become entangled in Theodore’s world, she wasn’t ready for the kind of scrutiny that came with it.She walked through the sterile hallways, her heartbeat a little faster than usual, a mix of concern for Chris and the tension of staying out of the public eye. She finally reached her brother’s room and opened the door, finding Chris resting on his bed, his pale face a bit brighter than before. A nurse stood nearby, adjusting his IV.The doctor assigned to Chris, a calm man in his forties, approached her with a reassuring smile. “Ms. Vaccaro, I’m glad you could make it. Your brother’s condition has improved significantly. All of his necessary treatments have been provided, and his
The soft glow of morning filtered through the thin curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. The air was thick with the lingering warmth of the night before, a silent testament to what had transpired between them.Theodore lay awake, his arm resting under his head while his other hand absentmindedly traced patterns on the sheets. His gaze was fixed on the woman beside him.Nadia.Her head was nestled against his arm, her dark lashes resting against her cheeks, her breathing slow and steady. Strands of her dark hair had fallen over her face, and he resisted the sudden urge to brush them away.Even in sleep, she was breathtaking.He let out a slow exhale, his mind clouded with thoughts.He had been drunk last night, yes. But not drunk enough to forget. Not drunk enough to regret.And that was what he hated the most.The past few days, he had tried his best to keep his distance. Their arrangement was temporary,
The room was dimly lit by the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains. The only sound was the rhythmic ticking of the clock and the slow, steady breathing of the man sleeping on the couch.Nadia sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around her waist as she glanced toward Theodore. His features, usually so tense and unreadable, were now relaxed in sleep. The sharp angles of his face were softened in the quiet, his dark lashes casting faint shadows over his cheekbones.He looked almost… peaceful. Vulnerable.A strange warmth spread in her chest as she watched him. She wasn’t sure why she got up—maybe it was the pull of something unspoken, something she wasn’t ready to name. Barefoot, she padded across the wooden floor, stopping just beside the couch.Her gaze drifted to his lips.The memories came unbidden. The first time, when she had leaned too close and accidentally kissed him while he was sleeping. The second time, on t
As the evening's festivities drew to a close, the once lively ambiance of the party gave way to a quieter, more subdued atmosphere. Nadia and Theodore made their way to the parking lot, the cool night air offering a refreshing contrast to the warmth inside. The sleek black car awaited them, its polished surface reflecting the ambient lights.Theodore approached the driver's side, his movements deliberate yet slightly unsteady. Nadia observed him closely, concern etching her features."Are you sure you're okay to drive?" she inquired, her voice tinged with worry.He paused, one hand resting on the car's roof, the other fumbling briefly with the keys. His gaze met hers, eyes sharp yet clouded."I'm fine," he replied curtly, opening the door and sliding into the driver's seat.Nadia hesitated for a moment before settling into the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt with a soft click. The engine roared to life, and Theodore guided the car
Drake knew how to play his part.He had always been the charming one, the easygoing cousin who never took life too seriously. But tonight, he was more than just that—he was a man in love, a man ready to lay his heart at Nadia’s feet.At least, that was the role he had to play.Standing in the dimly lit corner of the lavish ballroom, he kept his expression carefully composed as he faced her. The golden light from the chandeliers bathed her features in a soft glow, making her look even more striking than he remembered. She was wary—he could tell by the slight tension in her shoulders, the way her eyes flickered toward the crowd as if seeking an escape.He couldn’t let her run.Not yet.Drake sighed, letting his gaze drop momentarily before meeting hers again. He made sure his voice was gentle, laced with just the right amount of vulnerability."Nadia, I owe you an apology for everything my father, Victor, has put you throu
The birthday celebration had officially begun. Guests laughed and chatted as the waitstaff moved gracefully between tables, serving plates of exquisite cuisine. The scent of rich, gourmet dishes filled the air, yet Theodore Thatcher had not taken a single bite.He sat beside Nadia, his fingers lazily swirling the wine in his glass, his sharp gaze unreadable. Unlike the others, who were indulging in the luxurious meal, he seemed content with nothing but his drink.Just as Nadia picked up her fork, she heard a familiar voice.“Glad you could make it, Nadia.”She turned to see Drake approaching with his signature easygoing smile. His presence alone attracted attention—Drake Thatcher was not only Theodore’s cousin but a well-known figure in the industry.Nadia returned the smile. “Happy birthday, Drake.”Drake chuckled. “Thanks. I didn’t expect you to come, but it’s a nice surprise.”Then his eyes drifted past her, and he bl
The sleek black car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the grand venue. The event was already in full swing, golden chandeliers casting a warm glow over the entrance, where photographers and guests lingered in hushed whispers.The valet stepped forward as the driver exited, swiftly opening the car door. A polished black dress shoe touched the red carpet first, followed by a tall, commanding figure.Theodore Thatcher.Dressed in a crisp white long-sleeved shirt and tailored black trousers, he was effortless in his confidence—no tie, no jacket, just sheer presence. His sleeves were neatly rolled up to his forearms, revealing strong wrists and a silver watch that gleamed under the lights.He barely glanced at the murmuring guests before turning back toward the car.A second later, a delicate hand, adorned with a simple yet elegant diamond bracelet, reached for his.Nadia stepped out next.And the moment she did, the atmosp
The soft hum of the blow dryer filled the spacious dressing room, blending with the faint melody of a love song playing in the background. The warm light from the vanity cast a golden glow on Nadia’s skin as she added the final touches to her look.Her reflection stared back at her—an intoxicating mix of elegance and seduction. The sheer black lace of her dress clung to her figure like a second skin, teasing glimpses of smooth flesh beneath its intricate patterns. The plunging neckline was daring yet tasteful, while the high slit running up her thigh was enough to make a statement without crossing the line into overt provocation.It was a dress designed to draw attention, to leave an imprint in the minds of those who saw her—and she wore it effortlessly.Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back in soft, luxurious waves—not too curly, just the right amount of volume to frame her delicate features. She reached for the deep red lipstick, gliding it over her
Nadia stepped out of the car, her heels clicking softly against the pavement in front of Thatcher Enterprises. The towering glass building loomed over her, exuding power and prestige, yet she felt nothing but quiet reluctance.Beside her, Miranda, ever composed, walked with effortless grace.Three days had passed since the pictures of her and Theodore at the Bright Horizon Foundation went viral.Nadia had no interest in reading comments, but Miranda kept her informed—people were beginning to like her. The tide had turned in her favor, and in the process, Sheena had become the new target of public scrutiny.Nadia wasn’t sure how to feel about it.As they entered Theodore’s office, she instinctively searched for him.The moment their eyes met, the world seemed to pause.His sharp, calculating stare locked onto hers. A familiar intensity lingered in his gaze, one that made her heart skip—yet before it could settle, she look
Sheena Valerio leaned against the plush couch of her penthouse, her long, manicured fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass. The rich aroma of red wine filled the air, but she barely noticed. Her mind wasn’t in the present—it was trapped in the past.She closed her eyes, letting herself drift back to the time when everything had felt certain.Theodore was her childhood sweetheart.Leonora Thatcher, Theodore’s mother, had always made sure that the two of them were close. They grew up together, attended the same gatherings, were seen as a pair long before anything romantic even started. It had always been an unspoken assumption—Sheena Valerio and Theodore Thatcher, the perfect match.Sheena had believed it. Everyone had believed it.But Theodore was different from other rich boys.He never cared about appearances, about power plays or social standing. While Sheena was basking in the spotlight, Theodore was pushing himself to the