My Billionaire's Weird Love

My Billionaire's Weird Love

Loner Hades

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"We both know that this match is not our will, for that I offer you a contract." my eyes widened in surprise Hendra's words, an open offer from a man she had met for the first time. What the average family couldn't do, this sort of thing happened easily with the righ folks I went over several points of the written agreement there. *Do not intervene in personal life * Maintain the confidentiality of the marriage contract agreed to by both parties *The marriage lasts at least two years, but if the separation is still difficult to implement, it can be extended until circumstances permit. I read some interesting points. Although this type of contract is not natural for a couple who is about to get married. For me, the prenup made me more prepared than having to guess what would happen later when she became part of the Marcus family. "I deliberately left the last page blank, please write your wish". Hendra swung his finger lightly. Skillfully, Hendra's assistant handed me a ballpoint pen. * Appreciate parents on both sides as a family *No physical contact *Stay in separate rooms *** I am someone who prefer being alone and I have never had a boyfriend and she dont care. Unfortunately, my sister who does have a boyfriend has been betrothed to a billionaire's son who she will now be forced to marry. I pitied my sister and decided to replace her... Well, Hendra, the billionaire's son doesn't want to marry someone he doesn't know so he proposed a contract to me. I found that helping, huh? Two years later, we will file a divorce and that will be the end of us or so we thought.

Chapter 1 Episode 1

"Clang... clang..."

The sound of metal hitting the floorboards vibrated through the hallway, punctuated by screams that didn't sound like Jane anymore. Caroline stood frozen. Her older sister was usually the composed one, the one with the Master's degree plans and the secret smiles. Now, she sounded like a wounded animal.

"Stop, Jane... please, just stop. Let me talk to your father!"

Their mother's voice was a shrill, desperate ribbon of sound trying to tie the chaos together. It didn't work. Jane's responses were incoherent sobs mixed with a rage so hot it seemed to burn the very air of the second floor.

Caroline looked for an escape. She slipped into the kitchen, hoping for answers, but Tamini and Linda were huddled near the counters, their faces pale. Her caregivers, usually the bedrock of the house, could only shake their heads in a heavy, helpless silence. The slamming of a door echoed from upstairs right next to Caroline's room. The house felt like it was tilting.

Unable to go up and unwilling to stay, Caroline turned toward the back balcony, but her feet dragged as she passed her father's office. The door was ajar.

He was inside. Silent.

The silence was almost worse than the screaming. Why wasn't he stopping it? Caroline pushed the door open, her heart hammering against her ribs.

"Father?"

Mr. Hale was a man of precision. Even now, he sat in his work suit, his tie knotted with surgical accuracy. When he heard her, he spun his chair away, shoulders tensing as he adjusted his posture before facing her. He offered a smile, but it was a brittle thing, held together by sheer willpower.

"Are you okay?" Caroline asked softly.

A visible wave of relief washed over him. He had clearly expected a confrontation, an interrogation about the war happening upstairs. Instead, he found only his youngest daughter's concern.

"Just a little messy, Caroline," he said, the lie tasting like ash.

"Can you make it stop? The chaos?"

Mr. Hale simply shook his head, his gaze dropping to the mahogany desk. Caroline felt the weight of that silence. It was a dismissal. She began to back away, the heartbreak of the room's atmosphere Choking her, when his voice cracked the quiet.

"Wait. Caroline."

It was a plea, not a command. She stopped, returning to the chair across from him.

"How old are you now?" he asked. Before she could answer, he covered his face with his palms. "I'm sorry. I've been so buried in work... I've forgotten the milestones of my own children."

"I'm twenty, Dad," she reassured him, reaching out to touch the edge of his desk.

He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he dropped them. "I don't want to burden you. I never wanted this. But if your sister refuses... I have nowhere else to turn." He looked her in the eye, his gaze hollow. "Caroline, do you want to get married?"

The question felt absurd, a jagged piece of a puzzle that didn't fit her life. "Married?"

"I know you've been attending those startup seminars," he said, his voice hurried, desperate to explain. "I'm proud of you. I know you have a life planned. You aren't looking for a husband."

"Is this why Jane is screaming?" Caroline's voice was a whisper.

"I am ashamed to say yes. But it is the truth."

"But why? Why must one of us go?"

Mr. Hale looked like a man standing on the edge of a ruin. "This is my mistake... I made a deal years ago, a promise I thought would never be called in. And now, they've demanded fulfillment."

As he spoke, the luxury of their lives began to feel like a loan with a predatory interest rate. He told her about the Marcos Group. About how he had been nothing but a personal assistant to Williams Marcos before she was even born. He told her about the "reward" for his loyalty: the DM Delivery business, the thirty percent shares, this mansion, the private doctors, the elite schools.

It had all been a gift from a man who had been broken by his own daughter's "shameful" choices-a daughter who had fled to America and returned with a blue-eyed son Williams refused to acknowledge. In his bitterness, Williams Marcos had sought to control the one thing he still could: the lineage of his most trusted subordinate. He wanted a daughter of the Hale house to secure his grandson's future, or perhaps just to prove he could still dictate a life.

The following days were a slow-motion car crash.

The luxury home felt like a gilded cage. Every time Caroline saw the private doctors or the competent servants, she saw the price tag.

Jane didn't just fight; she withered. She was moved to the hospital after they forced her door open, having refused to eat until her body began to shut down. She tore the IV drips from her arms, a silent, bloody protest against a father who had sold her future.

Caroline visited her on a Tuesday evening. The hospital room was sterile, smelling of bleach and despair. Thinking she was alone, Caroline watched from the doorway as Michael, Jane's secret boyfriend of nine years, sat by the bed.

Seeing them together was the "punch" Caroline wasn't prepared for. Michael was disheveled, his eyes red, patiently coaxing Jane to take a single spoonful of broth. They clung to each other like survivors of a shipwreck. This wasn't just a "college romance." It was a decade of shared secrets, hidden from a father who had spent years acting "protective" only to hide the fact that his daughters were already collateral.

A commotion broke out in the hallway. Mr. Hale had arrived.

The explosion was immediate. Her father, usually so controlled, began yelling, trying to physically drag Michael away from the bed. Security intervened, struggling to balance the hospital's rules with the VIP status of the Hale family.

"If you make him leave, I'll do it!" Jane screamed, her voice cracking as she pulled herself up, her hand hovering over the medical equipment. "I'll kill myself, Dad! Is that the 'fulfillment' you want to give them?"

The silence that followed was deafening.

Caroline walked away. She couldn't watch her father's face crumble or her sister's soul break. She found her parents standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass window on the seventh floor, overlooking the city lights that their "deal" had bought them.

"He doesn't have to do this," her mother whispered, her voice faint. "He's not a bad man, Caroline..."

"A promise is a promise," her father replied, his voice brittle as glass. "Are you brave enough to tell the Marcos family 'no'? Do you want to see us in the street? Do you want to see your daughter die in this bed?"

Caroline stepped forward. Her voice was steady, though her hands were hidden in her pockets to mask the shaking.

"Let me replace Jane."

Both parents spun around. The moonlight hit her father's face, revealing the sheer, pathetic hope that flickered in his eyes. It was a look that made Caroline feel both powerful and entirely lost.

"Let me fulfill the promise," she repeated, her heart turning to stone. "I will marry into the Marcus family."

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