Temptation Of The Contract Bride

　　A beautiful young woman in a white custom bridal gown was standing beside the french window, looking outside in a state of stupor. Her eyes were empty, devoid of hope. She just got married to the young master of Grantham, the most handsome and tyrannical president of the multi-billionaire business empire of Bey city. She should be happy, right? But her perfectly symmetrical oval face was pale and clouded by sorrow. Her red lips were tightly pressed together as though she was suppressing her emotions. Many women envied her, but she knew this marriage was nothing but a joke.

He didn't love her. He thought she manipulated his grandfather into marrying the Grantham family. He hated her because of this.

　　His hateful remarks still resonate in her ears, "You are nothing but a contract bride. Don't expect anything from me. Just stay as a good wife for two years and then get lost from my life."

　　Flashback.

　　"His condition is getting worse. He needs a heart transplant. Otherwise, he can't survive."

　　Zara's face turned pale, as though all the blood drained out of her body. The doctor's words were like a thunderbolt that struck her heart. Her hands under the table were shaking uncontrollably. She wanted to ask something, but her voice didn't come out of her mouth.

　　"Did you apply for the heart?"

　　Zara only nodded feebly in response. It was almost a year she had applied for the heart transplant, but her brother's number was still after a hundred patients.

　　She had no idea how long it would take to get the heart. Even if his number came, she couldn't afford the bills of the surgery. In either case, she couldn't see any way to save her dear brother. This thought brought tears to her eyes. It took her whole to send the tears back.

　　She sniffed and lifted her chin. Looking straight into the doctor's eyes, she mustered her courage to ask, "Is there no other treatment but a transplant?"

　　"Brian was born with congenital heart disease. It is a miracle that he survived till 19 years without the transplant. But his heart is getting weaker day by day. It can't pump the blood his body needs. He needs the transplant soon. I know someone who can arrange the heart immediately. If you want, I can get through to him. But it is a bit costly." The doctor peered at her cautiously.

　　Zara bit her bottom lip and looked down at her hands on her lap, contemplating the doctor's words.

　　When the doctor saw her hesitation, he sighed deeply and said again, "Anyway, I am not forcing you to do that. I will try my best to keep his condition stable until he receives the heart. But I am telling you again, he can't wait long."

　　"How much?"

　　Zara's voice was low and faltering. She was holding hard not to break down in front of the doctor.

　　Her question stunned the doctor for a few seconds. He didn't expect her to ask this.

　　"Well, normally it takes a few hundreds of thousands for the transplant, but he will charge a million."

　　"A million?"

　　She raised her head to look at the doctor and repeated the word in a frenzy. Her jaw dropped in shock.

　　"I know this is costly for you, but if you can arrange it, he will survive."

　　Zara felt like the sky had fallen upon her head. Arranging a few hundred thousand was difficult for her, but a million was an astronomical figure for her. From where could she arrange so much money? She felt as if her surroundings were spinning.

　　She didn't know how she came out of the doctor's chamber. Her mind was in a mess. She didn't go back to the ward. At that moment, she could face neither her brother nor her mother. She walked out of the hospital and went to the nearby park. Sitting on a cemented chair, she broke down into tears, covering her face with her palms. Her shoulder was shaking continuously. A low sob could be audible from time to time.

　　"Hello, Miss Morris."

　　A deep, crisp voice came from the top of her head. Zara stopped crying instantaneously and raised her eyes to the source of the voice, only to see a middle-aged man standing tall next to her. His expression was unreadable, and his gaze was indifferent while staring at her.

　　She recognized him. He was the butler of the Grantham's. But his appearance stunned her. She wondered why he came looking for her.

　　She wiped her tears and opened her mouth to ask something, but before that, the middle-aged man said with the same crisp voice,

　　"Sir wants to talk to you. He is in the car."

　　He pointed his finger outside the park. Zara turned her head to look in the direction where he was pointing and saw a limousine opposite the park. She was even more perplexed, thinking why the older master of Grantham's wanted to meet her.

　　She took a few deep breaths, collected herself, and stood up, "Alright."

　　Then she walked out of the park, following the butler. He opened the door of the limousine for her, and she went inside. An elderly man in his eighties was sitting inside the limousine like a king, holding his lion-headed walking stick. He wore a grey custom suit. His thin grey hair combed back meticulously.

　　His light blue eyes under the thick black-rimmed glasses were sharp and firmly focused on Zara. Despite his old appearance, he was emitting an aura of dominance.

　　Zara mustered a smile, "Good morning, Sir. How can I help you?"

　　"Come and sit here." He patted the seat beside him.

　　Zara was palpitating. It was not that she was not familiar with him. She knew this old man since childhood. Her father served him as his bodyguard. Many times, she saw him with her father, and this old man used to love her. She still remembered how he used to give her chocolates whenever she met him. But ever since her father had died, she didn't see him. It was more than a decade she last saw him. She was kind of uncomfortable approaching him. After taking a deep breath, she sat on the seat next to him.

　　"You have grown up into a pretty woman." Solomon Grantham cracked a smile.

　　Zara blushed at his compliment and looked down at her hands on her lap, "Thank you."

　　The old man scrutinized her with his sharp eyes. The more he looked at her, the more he liked her. She was even more beautiful in person than in the photo.

　　"I know you are having trouble arranging the money for your brother's surgery. I can help you."

　　Zara lifted her eyelids and looked at him in disbelief. Had she heard it wrong? She couldn't believe her ears and pinched her palm secretly. It was painful. So, she was not dreaming, right? She kept staring at him dumbly, wondering why he said that.

　　Solomon tore off his gaze from her and looked ahead, "I can pay his medical bills and even arrange the surgery he needed. But."

　　He went silent, and she knew she wouldn't get his favor without a price. Now she was eager to know what he wanted from her. Her expression changed from incredulity to indifference.

　　"You have to marry my grandson Nicholas."

　　Zara's eyes grew wide in shock. She forgot how to breathe.

　　'Nicholas Grantham.' She murmured the name under her breath in a state of stupor.

　　Who didn't know this womanizer?

　　He was famous for his connections with many women. He changed women like clothes. She felt sick to hear his name. It infuriated her. What did this old man think of her? She needed the money, but it didn't mean that she would marry a playboy like Nicholas Grantham. They may have been rich and powerful, but she was a dignified woman. Nobody could coerce her against her will. She wouldn't agree to such an arrangement.

　　The change in her expression didn't go unnoticed by his sharp eyes. He knew she was not happy, but he was persistent. He spoke again, "I know what you are thinking. But before you reply, consider my proposal. You need money to treat your brother, and I need a bride for my grandson who can teach him the morals and

　　values of the family. You are perfect for him. Your father sacrificed his life to save me. I owe him a life. I want to help you. I could have helped you without asking you for a favor in return, but I became greedy to see how beautiful and competent you have become. Zara, I requested no one in this life. But I am requesting you. Consider my proposal. You will not be at a loss."

　　Zara was listening to him attentively, staring at him incredulously. His offer was indeed alluring, but could she accept it? She dreamed of marrying a man who would love her. Somehow, she was certain in her heart that marrying Nicholas would be the greatest mistake of her life. She would never be happy with him. But thinking of Brian suffering in pain, she became weak. Could she compromise her happiness for saving her brother? At that nick of time, she couldn't decide.

　　Noticing her hesitation, Solomon Grantham said again, "You don't have to reply to me right now. Take your time and think about it carefully."

　　He wrote down a string of numbers on a writing pad and tore the page. He passed the piece of paper to her, "This is my number. Call me any time. I hope you will accept my proposal. It will benefit both of us."

　　Zara stared at the number written on the paper in a trance. She folded the paper and stuffed it in her purse.

　　"I will think about it." She mustered a smile and looked at him. "Thank you for your generosity. If you don't have anything, can I take my leave?"

　　Solomon Grantham nodded and sighed.

　　Zara didn't delay getting out of the limousine. Just as she was about to open the door, he spoke again, "I hope you won't take a long time."

　　"I will call you soon."

　　She glanced at him across her shoulder before going out.

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　　Her entire being was shuddering the moment she came out. She took every step cautiously, fearing that she would stumble upon the road. Her mind was in a mess. In one minute, she thought of agreeing with Solomon Grantham, but in the next minute, her inner voice told her not to accept the proposal. She didn't know how she reached the hospital.

　　"Where have you been all this time? Why did you take so long?"

　　Her mother approached her and asked in a low voice the moment she entered the ward.

　　Zara came out of her trance and looked at her. Then her eyes moved to Brian sleeping on the sickbed. He looked so pale and weak. The boys of his age were so lively and full of vigor. But Brian couldn't enjoy his life because of his illness. If he was in good health, he would have started dating a beautiful girl. However, he was lying on the sickbed, not knowing whether he would survive or not.

　　Zara's heart ached when this thought crossed her mind. A few drops of tears escaped from her eyes. Wiping her tears off, she asked, "How long is he asleep?"

　　Charlotte sighed and gazed at Brian, "Almost an hour." She turned her head to look at Zara and asked, "You went to see the doctor. What did he say?"

　　Zara didn't reply immediately. Her eyes were still on Brian. Slowly she moved her eyes to her mother, "I need to talk to you."

　　"Go on."

　　"Not here."

　　Zara walked out of the ward.

　　Charlotte sensed something wrong, and her heart started pounding. She followed her in a hurry.

　　The moment they came out, she asked, "What is it? You are freaking me out?" She observed Zara's limpid eyes carefully, searching for something.

　　Zara sat on the chair outside the general ward and said, "The doctor said Brian needs a heart transplant." She paused to look up at her, "the sooner the better."

　　Charlotte sat next to her and gazed at her in a complicated way, "But. his number is still below hundred. How do we manage that?"

　　Zara hung her head down and looked at her hands on her lap. "I got a proposal from Grantham."

　　"Grantham?"

　　Charlotte exclaimed, utterly mystified. "What proposal?"

　　Taking a deep breath, Zara explained everything to her.

　　A smile shone on Charlotte's face after hearing her and said excitedly, "It's good. I mean, it's great. The older master is like our savior. You should accept his proposal." Contentment was evident in her expression.

　　However, Zara felt a twinge in her heart to see her mother so happy. It seemed that her mother only cared about Brian and didn't think about her. Zara couldn't restrain herself from asking, "You want me to accept his offer! Mom, he is asking me to marry Nicholas Grantham. that womanizer. Who knows with how many women he has connections with? I don't want to marry him." She gawked at her with pain in her eyes.

　　Charlotte's smile vanished straight away. Her expression turned somber. She cast a displeasure gaze at her and said sternly, "Don't forget that your brother is lying on the hospital bed. He will die if he doesn't get the heart transplant. Do you want that? You get the chance to save him, and you want to refuse it. Furthermore, you will be the daughter-in-law of the Grantham's. Countless young ladies dream of it, and this opportunity came to you on its own. Don't you feel lucky? And for the young master of Grantham's. He is doing this because he is still a bachelor. Once he gets married, he will be loyal to his wife."

　　She paused for a moment and took a good look at her before continuing further, "You are a woman. Can't you win his heart? After all, he is a man, made up of blood and flesh, not of rocks. I hope you will make a wise decision."

　　Charlotte rose from the chair and walked into the ward after dropping those words.

　　Zara remained seated numb. She looked serene from the surface but a battle was unfolding inside her. Her mother's words resonated in her ears over and over again. Judging from her current financial situation, accepting Solomon Grantham's offer was the best for her. In this way, she could save Brian.

　　But what about Nicholas Grantham?

　　Zara's heart palpitated again the moment his name passed through her mind.

　　Was her mother telling the truth? Would he change after marriage? Could she win his heart?

　　End of flashback.

　　Zara came out of her trance and sighed deeply. She looked down at the pink diamond ring on her ring finger. A self-deprecating smile surfaced on her face. She agreed to this marriage thinking that one day she could win his heart. Brian would receive the treatment, and she would become the daughter-in-law of Grantham's. It was a win-win situation. But her all hopes shattered when Nicholas asked her to sign the contract for two years.

　　Two years.

　　She had to stay as his legally wedded wife obediently for two years, and at the end of the term, he would give her 50 million dollars as alimony. During this period, she couldn't make any demands to him, she couldn't date anyone, she couldn't go out of the villa without his permission and so many other terms that she didn't remember.

　　She could have rejected this proposal and walked out of this arrangement, but thinking of Brian she couldn't do that. She thought this arrangement was not at all bad. She would be free after a couple of years. And what's more, she would get 50 million, which was a big amount for her. She could start her life over again.

　　But why did her heart still hurt?

　　It was so painful that she felt stuffy and found it difficult to breathe. Her husband should stay with her on the wedding night. However, she didn't know where he was and with whom he was. A few drops of tears finally escaped from her eyes. She sniffed and wiped off her tears.

　　After removing the makeup and the wedding gown, she went to the bathroom to freshen up. She forgot the track of time and took longer than usual to finish the shower. She stepped out of the washroom in a state of trance, changed into her old cartoon pink pajamas, and lay on the bed. She tried to get some sleep but ended up staring at the ceiling in a daze. Who knew after how long she finally drifted into sleep.

　　...

　　Loud music was on in the car's stereo. A beautiful blonde woman was swinging her hands with the beats of the music and humming the tune. The car was running at its moderate speed on the four-lane busy road of the city. The night was young, and their enjoyment had just started.

　　The man driving the car had a grin on his face. He was glancing at her from time to time while driving. The woman wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his plump slightly red lips. He kissed her back, but pulled back soon, "I am driving, babe."

　　Bang.

　　Half of his words remained in his mouth when a huge lorry rammed the car. The car flew a few feet up and rolled in the air before it crashed on the ground.

　　Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

　　Other than this buzzing, he could hear nothing. His head hurt. He was half-conscious and couldn't understand what happened just now. When he turned his head on his left side, he saw the woman sitting on the passenger seat was lying unconscious. The glass of the windshield had broken, and her head hung outside. Her face was covered with blood.

　　Blood. Blood. everywhere, only blood.

　　"Sasha."

　　A scream shook the quiet room. Nicholas sat up on the bed abruptly. His face was covered with sweat beads while his breathing was irregular. His hair was disheveled, and a few locks fell on his forehead. His back was drenched with sweat. Horror

　　and pain blended like color pallets in his expression. This dream had been haunting him every night for the past year, but the intensity of the pain and the fear in his heart were as fresh as before. It seemed that the incident happened just last night, not a year ago.

　　Beep. Beep. Beep.

　　The beeping of the alarm pulled him out of his trance. He rubbed his forehead and ran his finger through his hair. Turning off the alarm, he picked up the phone from the side table and unlocked it. A beautiful young woman's photo popped up on the screen. His gaze was so gentle while staring at the photo. He caressed the photo and murmured, "Sasha."

　　He didn't know where she was and how she was doing. She just disappeared from his life. He had forgotten the count of how many times he watched her photo and called her name. His pain only increased day by day, instead of reducing.

　　He was angry and frustrated at the same time for not being able to find her. But he hoped that one day he would certainly find her out. With this thought, he kicked the quilt down and got out of the bed. He went to the washroom, slamming the door behind him.

　　...

　　In the Grantham manor.

　　Solomon Grantham was discussing the will with his lawyer in the study. At the end of the discussion, the lawyer finally couldn't control himself from asking, "Are you sure that it will be wise? If the master doesn't like his wife, it is not good for both of them to stay in such a loveless marriage. They will only suffer in the end."

　　Ethan Smith peered at Solomon Grantham incredulously. His gray hair and the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes were telling how long he had been a lawyer and how much experience he had.

　　Solomon was sitting sullenly on his seat, holding the lion-headed walking stick. He took a few seconds to respond, "You have not met this girl, and that's why you say that. She is perfect for Nicholas. I know that brat very well. He can't deny me, so he agreed to this marriage, but I am certain that he is planning to divorce her. He didn't stop looking for that girl Sasha. I can't let injustice happen to my granddaughter-in-law, which is why I decided to give her half of the property if this brat Nicholas is thinking of getting a divorce from her. This is the only way to stop him."

　　His grip on the walking stick tightened while his gaze became sharper and sharper.

　　"But what if that girl wants a divorce?"

　　Truly speaking, Ethan Smith was reluctant to agree with Solomon Grantham. Amber, Nicolas's deceased mother, was his friend. He had a soft corner for Nicholas and didn't want to see him suffer. He believed that Solomon was doing wrong by forcing him to stay in the loveless marriage. Because of this, he subconsciously began to dislike Zara.

　　"People don't take much time to change their minds. I hope this girl knows that Nicholas doesn't like her. What if she elopes with someone behind Nicholas? At that time, won't you regret giving her half of the property?"

　　Ethan Smith's words forced Solomon to think twice about the will. He was indeed not wrong. Solomon didn't think in this way. After mulling over his words over and over again in his mind, he finally opened his mouth, "then add this term. If she cheats on Nicholas and initiates the divorce, she won't get a dime from Grantham's." His tone was firm while his eyes were unwavering.

　　There was a satisfactory smile on Ethan Smith's face. After writing down all the clauses, he took his leave.

　　Just as he came out of the study, the butler approached him and said, "Mr. Smith, madam invites you to tea. She is waiting for you in the backyard."

　　Ethan Smith frowned a little. He knew how vicious this woman Betty Grantham was. Certainly, she had something in her mind that she sought his meeting. The corner of his lips curled up slyly and walked up to the backyard.

　　He saw Betty sitting on a chair reading a book on the platform in the garden. She looked gorgeous as usual in her white gown.

　　He approached her, wearing a smile on his face, "Good morning, Mrs. Grantham. I heard that you want to see me. How can I help you?"

　　Betty looked up at him, keeping the book down on the table. She smiled and said, "Have a seat, Mr. Smith."

　　Ethan Smith sat on the chair opposite her and took a look in the garden. The grasses on the lawn had been meticulously pruned. Ornamental plants made the natural boundary of the garden. Two cemented artificial water bodies were there beside the platform where beautiful white lilies bloomed. The mild spring breeze was soothing the mind. The place was meant for relaxation. But right now, Ethan was more eager to know what was hidden in this woman's mind rather than enjoying the view of his surroundings. He asked again, "Tell me, how can I help you."

　　Betty chuckled, "Mr. Smith, I have been married to this family for more than 25 years. We can become friends, can't we? After all, you used to be a friend with the former Mrs. Grantham."

　　Ethan Smith's expression changed slightly, and his grips on the armrests tightened a bit upon hearing her mentioning his friend Amber. He didn't like this woman at all. He knew how Betty conspired to get married to Edward back then which stimulated Amber and later on she died of a heart attack.

　　But quickly he concealed his anger and mustered a smile, "We are already friends. Don't you consider me a friend?" Ethan's pupils shrunk while inspecting her expression.

　　Betty let out a dry chuckle, "Indeed, we are friends. That's why I invite you to tea." She poured a cup of tea for him.

　　"Thank you." Ethan sipped the tea to moisten his dry throat.

　　"You came to visit my father-in-law. Is there any important thing you discussed with him?" Betty finally revealed her intention.

　　Ethan resisted the urge of laughter and maintained his calm demeanor, "Truly speaking, I came to apologize to him for not being able to attend Nicholas's wedding. I was busy with a hearing. Sir was upset with me. But now he is okay when I explain everything." He smiled softly.

　　Betty couldn't believe him and stared at him cautiously as if she was searching for something in his eyes. After a while, she sighed dramatically and said, "Yeah, I understand. He is getting old and gets upsets easily. Anyway, I am happy to hear that he forgives you." A crafted smile surfaced on her face.

　　After taking the last sip of the tea, Ethan Smith put the cup down on the table and checked his wristwatch. "Well, thank you for the tea, Mrs. Grantham. I will take my leave."

　　Betty nodded and smiled. Ethan rose from the chair and walked out. Betty's smile gradually faded away, and her expression darkened as he looked at the departing figure of Ethan Smith.

　　.....

　　In the head office of the Apex Groups.

　　Nicholas was sitting sullenly on his seat while his solemn gaze was focused somewhere ahead. His assistant Benjamin Ryan was reporting to him, "Moore's 50% shares are under your name now. You can release them at any time. Mr. Davis Moore is still not ready to talk to you. He refused to give the appointment again." He went silent and peered at him curiously.

　　Nicholas was still not responding, his expression unreadable. Moore's company used to be Apex Groups business associate, but after that accident that happened a year ago, they became the rivals. Sasha was Davis Moore's niece. The accident sent her to a

　　coma, and her parents blamed Nicholas for everything. They took her away from the country and didn't keep any contact with him. He didn't know where they had taken her. He had searched for her everywhere for the past year, but she was nowhere to be found. It seemed that she evaporated into thin air.

　　Nicholas was certain in his mind that Davis Moore knew Sasha's whereabouts, which is why he was pressuring him by creating trouble for the company. He believed that one day Davis Moore would break down and give him Sasha's address. A strange light

　　shone in his eyes in anticipation.

　　Benjamin couldn't understand what his boss was thinking. After looking at him for a while, he finally asked, "What is your order, boss?"

　　Nicholas took a few more seconds to respond, "Call him again. And this time, if he didn't give the appointment, release the shares in the market. I want to see how he will deal with it." His expression became even more ugly.

　　"I understand."

　　Benjamin took his leave, and Nicholas buried his head in the files.

　　................................

　　One month passed in a blink. During this month, Nicholas never appeared in the villa. Most of the time, Zara also stayed at her old apartment with her mother and brother. Although there was a nagging pain in her heart, she was happy because finally, Brian's surgery was scheduled after a week. With the connections of Grantham's, he got a donor.

　　Contentment was evident in Zara's eyes to see Brian smile. She almost forgot when she saw the last time he smiled. Tears of happiness pricked her eyes.

　　"I am going to the market to buy some vegetables. Stay here for dinner tonight. I will cook your favorite dishes." Charlotte chimed happily.

　　"I am going to stay here until Brian recovers." Zara gave a big hug to her brother.

　　Brian grinned from ear to ear and teased her, "When did you stay away from us. Most of the time you stayed here with us. Sometimes I forget that you are married."

　　Zara slapped on his arm playfully and scoffed, "You brat. You learned to tease me. Where is the problem if I stay here? This is also my home. I can stay here as long as I want."

　　Brian scowled at her, rubbing his arm, "Okay, okay. I understand. Don't beat me."

　　Charlotte, on the other end, stopped on the track after hearing Brian's words. The worry spread on her face. She doubted that something was amiss with Zara. Brian was not wrong. Zara rarely went back to her in-law's house. She was so occupied with Brian that she didn't care for Zara all these years. This poor girl also agreed to marry against her will just to save Brian.

　　What if something was wrong with the marriage?

　　Suddenly she became anxious. She sat on the sofa beside Zara and asked, "Zara, are you alright? Is there something you would like to share with me?"

　　"What happened, Mom? Are you not going to the market?" Zara squinted her eyes and scrutinized her mother.

　　Charlotte grabbed her hand and asked, "Does the master Nicholas treat you well? You stay here all the time. Won't he be angry with you? Is everything good between you two?"

　　Zara's face turned pale when she heard the name Nicholas. She had not told her mother that she signed a contract for two years. She mustered a smile and suppressed her sadness deep down in her heart, "Mom, he is generous and good to me. He knows Brian's condition, so he allows me to stay here as long as I want. There is nothing to worry about."

　　Charlotte's hanging heart settled down to see her smile. She patted the back of her hand and said, "I am relieved to hear this. Okay." She got up from the sofa, "Don't start bickering again. I will be back soon." She smiled and walked out.

　　"Who did she say not to start squabbling? Who was bickering here?" Brian was the one who asked.

　　"You are the one who always looks for arguing with me." Zara teased him.

　　"Don't talk nonsense. You are the one who can't stop fighting."

　　"Yes, yes. see, who is speaking."

　　..

　　..

　　..

　　Their argument continued until a phone call disturbed them. Zara glanced at the phone and saw Solomon Grantham's name on the screen.

　　She shushed Brian, placing the forefinger on her lips, "Don't make a noise. It's grandpa Grantham." She said in a low voice.

　　Brian put his finger on his lips and remained seated quietly.

　　Zara cleared her throat before answering the call, "Hello, grandpa. How are you?"

　　She heard laughter on the other end of the phone followed by his deep voice, "I am good. I am good. What about you? How is Brian?"

　　"I am good, grandpa. Brian is also doing good. His surgery is scheduled next week."

　　"Very well. Listen, I called you to invite you to dinner. It has been a month since you married. But you didn't come here to the Grantham manor. That brat also didn't bring you for once. I didn't call you all these days because I know you are busy with Brian. But now I can't wait to see you. Come for dinner today evening with Nicholas."

　　Zara's face turned pale after hearing his last sentence. If he asked her to come alone, she would have not thought much. But thinking of Nicholas, she started palpitating. However, she answered wisely, "Alright, grandpa. We will be there."