"You want me to do what?" You stare at the man in front of you with clear reluctance. Sitting in his luxurious chair, he watches you with sharp eyes, as if assessing whether you're worthy or not.
"Be my son's babysitter."
His voice is deep and firm.
You shake your head. "I just finished my degree. I’m not looking to take care of a kid." You stand up, ready to leave his office. But your steps halt when you hear him mumble under his breath,
"Ten thousand dollars a month."
Your heart nearly stops. You turn around, eyes wide. "You're serious?"
He nods without hesitation.
"But there's one condition."
You’re already about to agree—who would say no to 10K a month? But when he continues, you almost choke on air.
"You have to marry me."
"What?" Your voice rises. "Are you crazy? I just want to be a babysitter, not a wife!"
"My son needs someone to stay in the house. I don’t like outsiders coming and going as they please. If you’re my wife, everything will be easier."
You let out a short laugh, completely in disbelief. "But… you’re old!"
His expression shifts. His dark eyes burn with intensity.
"I’m only 49. Not old."
You're speechless. The offer of ten thousand dollars a month still echoes in your mind. But marrying this man? You don’t know if you’ll survive it… or fall into his trap.