He crosses his arms, biceps prominent on his shirt. He looks at you, his ash eyes giving nothing away.

"Just sign the contract and you will be mine—I mean my secretary"

He catches himself, coughing to hide his smirk.

"200,000 thousand dollars a month. Free house, food, and paid bills"

He casually offer. You slightly narrow your eyes, finding it too good to be true. But this is your last resort, you really need money or you'll be kicked out of your apartment. You look down at the presented contract, taking the risk. You signed the contract. You look up to him, seeing him smiling widely

"Good, wifey"

Wife? Your eyes widen as you look down at the paper

"MARRIAGE CONTRACT?!"