MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE:ANDREW LUTHER

The rain poured down heavily, blurring the city lights into a mess of colors. Sarah sat by the window of her room, staring blankly at the streets below. Her fingers trembled around the cup of cold tea she had forgotten to drink. The world outside moved fast, uncaring, while her own had stopped three days ago.

Three days ago, her parents' car had skidded off the bridge into the dark river. Three days ago, she had buried the only people who ever truly loved her. And now, the vultures were circling.

A soft knock came at the door.

"Come in," she said, her voice dry, almost lifeless.

The door opened and her uncle, Richard Blake, walked in. He looked at her like she was a fragile glass, who was about to break. He wore a sharp black suit, no crease out of place, his gold watch flashing under the dull room light.

"Sarah," he said, stepping closer. "We need to talk."

"I know," she whispered. "About the company."

He nodded slowly. "About everything."

Sarah set the cup down and rose from the chair, brushing her damp hair behind her ear. "How bad is it?"

Richard sighed and walked to the small table, spreading out a few documents. His mouth tightened into a thin line. "The creditors want their money. The board is panicking. Investors are pulling out. And... the Luthors are threatening to sue."

Sarah frowned. "The Luthors? But they-"

"They invested millions into your father's project," Richard cut in sharply. "Now, without him... without the project..." He didn't finish.

Silence filled the room like a thick fog. Sarah's heart sank lower.

"What can we do?" she asked, her hands twisting the hem of her shirt.

Richard looked at her with a strange expression. Something close to pity. Something close to regret.

"There is... a way."

Sarah stiffened. "What way?"

He hesitated, glancing at the door as if expecting someone to burst in.

"Andrew Luthor."

Sarah's stomach clenched. She knew the name. Everyone did. Andrew Luthor was a cold steel in a world of smoke and mirrors. He owned half the skyscrapers in the city. He had the power to crush companies, destroy careers, and erase legacies.

"He's willing to help us," Richard said carefully. "Willing to save the company. Save the family name."

"Why would he?" Sarah whispered. "Why would he help us?"

Richard looked her straight in the eye. "Because he wants something in return."

The world tilted slightly. Sarah gripped the edge of the table.

"What does he want?"

"You," Richard said simply.

The word hung there between them Heavily.

Sarah shook her head slowly. "No. No, there has to be another way. There has to be."

"There isn't," Richard said firmly. "You know your father trusted him once. The Luthor Corporation owns forty percent of the shares. Without Andrew's support, the company falls. We lose everything. Your father's name gets dragged through the mud. Your mother's charities disappear. Everything they built... gone."

Sarah's heart twisted painfully. She backed away, her legs hitting the chair behind her.

"You're asking me to marry a man I barely know," she said in a broken voice.

Richard stepped closer. His face was hard now, like a stone.

"I'm not asking. I'm telling you. This is the only way."

Sarah stared at him, with disbelief and betrayal mixing in her chest. "You would sell me off like cattle?"

"For the family," he snapped. "For your parents' legacy. For your survival."

Tears burned in her eyes but she blinked them back. She was a Blake. Blakes did not cry. Not in front of sharks.

"When?" she asked quietly.

"Tonight," Richard said. "Andrew's lawyer has prepared the contract. All you have to do is sign."

Sarah looked at the documents on the table. The Neat lines,the Cold words and Her freedom, traded away in ink.

"I need a moment," she said.

"But..." Richard hesitated, then nodded and left, closing the door behind him.

Sarah sank into the chair. Her mind spin around in her world. She thought of her father's warm smile, her mother's gentle hands. She thought of the house they built, the dreams they fought for. Could she let it all collapse because she was afraid?

Minutes passed or maybe hours, because Sarah was not in her right state. When the door opened again, it wasn't Richard.

It was Andrew.

He filled the doorway, tall and dark in his black suit. His face was sharp, carved in ice. Eyes cold and calculating, like he already owned everything in the room... including her.

Sarah rose slowly to her feet.

"Miss Blake," he said, his voice smooth, almost polite.

"Mr. Luthor," she managed.

He walked toward her with slow, deliberate steps. His presence was suffocating. It wrapped around her, squeezed the air from her lungs.

"I assume your uncle has explained the terms," he said.

She nodded stiffly.

Andrew studied her like a man inspecting a flawed diamond.

"You understand what this marriage is," he said. "It's a business arrangement. Nothing more."

Sarah bit the inside of her cheek to stop the trembling.

"I understand," she said.

A flicker of something crossed his face. Not sympathy, not even emotions, Maybe satisfaction or Maybe cruelty.

"Good," he said. He pulled a pen from his jacket and set it on the contract.

"Sign," he said.

Sarah stared at the papers. At the place where her name should be written.

Her hands shook as she picked up the pen. The metal was cold against her skin.

She thought of her parents. Of everything they fought for. Of everything that would be lost if she said no.

Slowly, she pressed the pen down and signed her name.

The ink bled into the paper like blood.

Andrew took the contract, flipped through the pages, then tucked it neatly into his briefcase.

He leaned in close. So close she could see the flecks of gold in his grey eyes.

His breath brushed her ear.

"Welcome to your new prison, Mrs. Luthor," he whispered coldly.

The word sounded like a sad joke.

The ink had barely dried before Andrew turned and walked away.

"Get ready," he said over his shoulder. "The wedding is in an hour."

Sarah's eyes widened but she didn't answer. Her hands were still on the table, and frozen. The room was cold. Her chest felt tighter than before. She didn't move until Richard returned, holding a white dress in a plastic bag.

"It's simple," he said. "No time for anything fancy."

She stared at it. It looked more like a uniform than a wedding dress. No lace. No warmth. Just fabric and silence.

She stood, and collected the dress, and walked into the bathroom. Her fingers were numb and wobbled as she unzipped it. She slipped it over her head. It fit too perfectly. Like it had been measured long before today.

There was No makeup,No flowers and No music. The only sound that was heard was only the sound of a clock ticking.

When she stepped out, Richard nodded.

"You look fine."

That was all he said before leading her out.

The courthouse was empty. The Cold marble floors. A bored clerk. Two witnesses she didn't know.

Andrew stood near the judge, dressed in a black suit. There was No smile and No glance. He just stood there like a controlled robot.

Sarah walked toward him like she was walking into a cell.

The ceremony was short. There was No vows made. It was Just names, documents, and signatures.

"Do you take Andrew Luthor as your lawful husband?"

She hesitated for half a second. Then nodded.

"Yes."

Andrew didn't even blink when it was his turn.

"I do," he said.

The judge nodded. "You may now sign."

Sarah picked up the pen again. Her hand trembled. She signed her name.

Andrew signed his.

"It's done," the judge said.

Sarah felt the air leave her lungs. She wasn't Sarah Blake anymore.

She was Mrs. Luthor.

Andrew turned to her. His voice cut like glass.

"Follow me."

They walked out together. There was No photos, there were no people to congratulate them and there was No kiss.

It was Just perfect silence.

A black car waited outside. The driver opened the door. Andrew stepped in and She followed. The door closed behind them.

He didn't look at her.

"This marriage means nothing," he said flatly. "Don't confuse it for love."

Sarah stared ahead.

"I never did."

"You're here to serve a purpose. To fix what your father broke."

She turned to him, her voice low.

"You think this is justice?"

"I think it's fair," he said. "You wanted to save your family name. I wanted control. We both got what we wanted."

"No," she whispered. "I wanted peace."

"You'll find none here," he said coldly.

They didn't speak again until the car stopped.

The building was tall. It was All glass and steel. His penthouse was at the very top.

The elevator ride was silent.

When the doors opened, she stepped into a space that looked like it belonged in a magazine. TheBlack walls,Silver edges and Nothing soft. There was No warmth.

"This is your new home," he said.

Sarah looked around. It felt more like a museum than a home.

"You'll stay in the guest room. Third door on the right."

She nodded. "Anything else?"

He walked toward the bar. Poured himself a drink.

"Yes. You follow my rules."

She turned to face him. "Which are?"

"You don't ask questions. You don't go through my things. You don't speak to the press. You appear beside me when I say. You smile when I tell you to."

"And if I don't?"

His eyes met hers. The gaze was Cold and Empty.

"Then I'll make sure your family loses more than just money."

Sarah swallowed hard. "Fine."

She turned and walked toward her room.

It was big. Too big. A large bed. White sheets. A window with a city view. She dropped her small bag on the bed and Sat down.

She didn't cry.

She wouldn't give him that.

Hours passed. She didn't hear him. She Didn't see him.

By night, she finally stood and opened the door. The penthouse was silent. Too silent.

She stepped into the hallway. She walked slowly, barefooted and careful.

She reached the staircase. She heard Voices.

She paused and Pressed her back to the wall and Listened.

"... you brought her here?" a woman's voice said. It was Sharp and Angry.

"She's my wife now," Andrew replied. His voice Calm and Cold.

Sarah held her breath.

"You married her?" the woman said. "That girl? After everything?"

"She serves her purpose," Andrew said.

"After what her family did to you?"

There was A long pause.

"They destroyed your deal. Your company. You lost everything."

"I know," Andrew said. His voice was harder now.

"You swore you'd never let them win," the woman snapped.

"I haven't," he said.

Sarah leaned closer, her heart beating fast.

"She's nothing to me," Andrew said. "Just a symbol. A pawn."

"And you think this fixes anything?" the woman asked.

"No," Andrew said. "But it's a start."

The woman sighed. "You haven't changed."

"I never said I would."

"You're still angry."

There was Another long pause.

Andrew's voice dropped lower and Sharper.

"Her family cost me more than just money... they destroyed everything I loved."

Sarah's hand went to her mouth. Her body froze.

She stayed hidden, the shadows swallowing her.

She didn't know what he meant.

She didn't know what her family had done. But now, she had to find out. And she had to survive long enough to do it.

Sarah couldn't sleep that night. She lay in bed with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. The room felt too quiet. Her thoughts were loud.

Her family cost me more than just money... they destroyed everything I loved.

Those words kept spinning in her head. Over and over. What had he meant? What did her parents do?

She got up.

The house was dark. The city lights blinked through the tall windows. She walked to the kitchen, and poured a glass of water. Her hands shook a little.

Minutes later she heard Footsteps and she turned.

Andrew stood near the hallway, shirtless, and holding a glass of whiskey. His cold gaze met hers. Cold. It was sharp.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked.

She didn't answer.

He walked past her. He Set his drink down and Poured another.

"You like wandering around at night?" he added.

"I needed air," she said.

"This place has enough of it," he muttered.

She looked at him.

"Why did you say that?" she asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "Say what?"

"About my family. What they destroyed."

He took a sip and Didn't speak.

"I deserve to know," she pressed.

"No, you don't."

"Why not?"

He turned to her. "Because I said so."

Her eyes narrowed. "You married me. Dragged me into this. I deserve the truth."

"You deserve nothing," he snapped.

She flinched.

He looked away. "Go back to bed."

She didn't move.

He stepped closer. "Do not test me, Sarah."

"You think I'm scared of you?"

"You should be."

His voice was low and Dangerous.

She stared at him. "What happened between our families?"

He turned away. He folded his fist and Picked up his glass.

"The past is buried."

"And you're still bleeding from it."

He froze. Then he walked off without another word.

---

The next morning, Sarah sat across from Andrew at the dining table. Two plates were placed in front of the two. There was silence.

He scrolled through his tablet. She pushed her eggs around.

"We have a gala tonight," he said without looking at her.

"I don't want to go."

"You're not here to want anything," he replied.

She clenched her jaw.

"You'll wear the dress the stylist drops off. You'll stand beside me. You'll smile. That's it."

"No talking?" she asked.

"No thinking," he said coldly.

Later, the stylist arrived. Two women came in with clothes, shoes, and jewelry.

"This will look great on her," one said.

Sarah didn't respond. She let them dress her and Paint her face.

By evening, she stood by the elevator in a silver gown, her hair pulled back. She looked like a stranger.

Andrew walked out of his room in a black tuxedo. He stopped and Looked at her.

"Try not to look like you're being dragged," he said.

"I am."

He ignored her.

They walked towards the garage and They stepped into the car.

At the gala, photographers waited. Cameras flashed. People smiled.

Andrew placed a hand on her waist. It felt like ice.

"Smile," he whispered.

She smiled, but it was fake and tight.

Inside the ballroom, music played. Glasses clinked. Laughter floated.

Andrew moved through the crowd with ease. Sarah followed, nodding, smiling, and pretending.

People stared at her. Some people whispered.

She caught a woman's eyes across the room. The same voice she had heard that night. The ex.

The woman raised her glass, and smirked.

Sarah looked away.

"Why are they all staring?" she asked under her breath.

"Because they know," Andrew replied.

"Know what?"

"That you don't belong."

---

Back at the penthouse, she tore off the dress. Threw the heels aside. She stood barefoot in the middle of her room.

Tears burned behind her eyes, but she didn't let them fall.

She sat at the desk, opened her laptop. Typed her father's name. Articles popped up.

"Businessman killed in tragic accident."

"Blake Industries faces collapse after scandal."

She kept digging. She Found a press release from Andrew's company-Luthor Holdings. Dated the same day as her parents' crash.

A deal was terminated.

"All future agreements between Blake Industries and Luthor Holdings are hereby nullified."

Her heart thumped.

It was the Same day.

She clicked on more files. The Financial reports. A leaked document showed that Luthor Holdings lost a major investment after Blake Industries pulled out of a merger.

She scrolled.

A note from an anonymous source.

"Someone inside Blake sabotaged the deal."

Her breath caught.

Was that what Andrew meant?

Did he think her father betrayed him?

And now... she was paying the price.

---

The next few days passed in silence.

Andrew barely spoke. He Only give orders.

She obeyed. She Ate in silence and Smiled in public. But every night, she returned to her laptop. Digging deeper.

One night, as she stepped out of her room, she heard Andrew on the phone.

"No. She doesn't know anything," he said.

There was A long pause.

"She's not a threat... yet."

There was another long pause.

"If she starts digging, we'll shut it down."

She walked away quietly. Her hands were cold.

---

The next morning, she faced him at breakfast.

"Why do you hate my family?" she asked.

He didn't even look up.

"I don't hate them."

"Then why did you marry me?"

"To watch you choke on your own name."

Her chest tightened.

"They betrayed you," she said.

He looked at her now.

"They ruined a deal. Lied and Stole. Then pretended it was an accident."

"You think my parents did that?"

"I know they did."

"Where's your proof?"

He stood up. Tossing his napkin on the plate.

"You want the truth?" he said. "Stay out of it."

She stood too. "No."

He leaned closer. His voice was low.

"Stop digging, Sarah. Or you'll regret it."

She stared at him. "I already do."

---

That night, she couldn't sleep again.

She sat by her desk with her Laptop open. She was Browsing old files, Looking for names, Leaks and Reports.

She searched for people who had worked with both companies. Cross-checked names. Nothing solid.

Then her email pinged.

One new message.

No subject.

She opened it.

No name. Just one line.

"Your parents didn't die by accident. And you're next if you don't stay silent."

Her fingers froze. Her eyes locked on the screen.

The cursor blinked.

She read it again. Then again.

Her body went cold.

Someone was watching. And they didn't want her to know the truth.