Chapter 2: The CEO’s Proposition

Amira sat stiffly in the backseat of a sleek black car, her fingers clenched into her lap. The weight of what was happening pressed down on her, suffocating. Just hours ago, she had been trapped in her father's house, arguing for her freedom. Now, she was being driven to meet the man who had practically bought her.

The driver pulled up to an imposing glass skyscraper—Carter Enterprises.

Her heart pounded as she stepped out, her simple dress and worn-out shoes a stark contrast to the expensive suits and designer heels of the people bustling inside. She didn't belong here.

Before she could turn and run, a man in a tailored suit approached. "Miss Amira?"

She nodded stiffly.

"Mr. Carter is expecting you. Follow me."

Every step she took inside the pristine, luxurious office felt heavier than the last. The moment she was led into a spacious office, her breath hitched.

Jordan Carter sat behind a massive desk, exuding power and confidence. He was even more intimidating in person—tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing blue eyes that scrutinized her like she was a business deal he was about to close.

"Sit."

His voice was smooth, commanding. Amira hesitated but eventually lowered herself into the chair across from him, lifting her chin in defiance.

"So," he mused, steepling his fingers. "Your father was quite eager to send you to me."

Amira swallowed her disgust. "I never agreed to this."

Jordan's lips curled into an amused smirk. "And yet, here you are."

She clenched her fists. "Because I was forced."

He leaned forward, his expression unreadable. "Then let's be clear. I don't force women into anything. I need a wife, not a reluctant hostage."

His words caught her off guard.

"If you don't want this, walk away now," he said smoothly. "But if you stay, there are rules. You'll be my wife in name only—until you give me a son. After that, you get your money and your freedom."

Amira stared at him, her mind racing. Walking away meant going back to her father—who would surely sell her to someone worse.

She was trapped.

Jordan sighed. "Take the night to think about it. But once you decide, there's no turning back."

Amira's pulse pounded. Was she really considering this?

She had no choice.