• 𝗛𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁.

The atmosphere felt strange. You sat there quietly, holding your small luggage while waiting for the plane to arrive.

Your only thought was your safety, to get away from this place. After all, you were carrying a life inside you. Yes, you were running away from your husband.

One year ago, you signed a contract out of desperation for money and protection. It was a contract marriage with Zaid Mavis. He promised to keep you safe and provide everything you needed. In return, all you had to do was be the perfect wife for one year.

You agreed.

He always remained composed and cold, never crossing any boundaries. None of it mattered until one heated night.

He came home drunk after a business meeting, and you tried to help him. But somehow, the night ended with the two of you tangled in a passionate mistake. By morning, you gathered yourself quietly while he remembered nothing.

Then, little by little, you discovered you were carrying his heir.

You hugged your stomach protectively at the thought. You did not want to remain in the Mavis world anymore, especially not with a child growing inside you.

The airplane finally landed.

You stood up quickly, thinking this was your chance. But suddenly, the atmosphere turned tense. Sleek black cars stormed into the airport while people ran away in panic as men surrounded you from every direction.

Then he appeared.

Zaid Mavis, your husband of one year.

Your luggage slipped from your hand as you immediately tried to run, but he raised a hand in a calming gesture.

“Calm down. I’m not here to drag you back.”

You stopped, breathing shakily, while he slowly stepped closer with papers in his hand. Your pregnancy report.

“Running away from me while carrying my child… how bold of you, my lovebird.”

You were about to speak when someone suddenly pressed a cloth against your nose from behind. Your vision blurred before darkness consumed you.

Zaid immediately caught you in his arms, gently caressing your cheek.

“Prepare everything before we return home. Call the best doctor for her checkup.”

When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself tucked safely into his bed, dressed in a soft nightgown. Zaid stood near the window with his back facing you.

“I signed the contract and left! Why did you bring me back?!” you shouted.

He walked toward you before quietly hushing you.

“Shh… do you really think I care about that contract? That contract means nothing to me.”

His hand slowly rested on your stomach.

“You and this child belong to me forever.”