Marriage Contract with a Stripper
hat kind of game you're playing," Liv said slowly, "but I'm not interested in being anyone's trophy wife." "It's not a game," Alex said, his tone firm. "This is a legitimate offer. I need a wife to
a man used to getting what he wanted. There was no guarantee that this arrangement would be as straightforward as he claimed. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. "I need time to think about it." Alex nodded, as if he had expected that answer. "Take all the time you need. But remember, this offer won't be on the table forever. My business deal is time-sensitive, and I'll need an answer soon." Liv met his gaze, searching for any hint of deception or ulterior motive, but his expression remained unreadable. He was a man who played his cards close to his chest, and she knew she would have to tread carefully. "I'll think about it," she said again, her voice firmer this time. Alex inclined his head, a small gesture of acknowledgment. "I'll have my lawyer draw up the preliminary contract. When you're ready, we can discuss the details." With that, he stood, smoothing down his suit jacket as if their conversation had been nothing more than a business meeting. In a way, it had been. But as he turned to leave, Liv couldn't shake the feeling that she had just been drawn into something much bigger than she realized. "Goodnight, Olivia," Alex said, his voice smooth as silk. "I'll be in touch." And with that, he was gone, leaving Liv standing in the dimly lit VIP room, her mind spinning with possibilities and doubts. For a long moment, she remained where she was, trying to process everything that had just happened. The proposition was insane, completely out of the realm of anything she had ever imagined. And yet, there was a certain logic to it-a logic that was hard to argue with when her back was against the wall. But accepting Alex's offer would mean giving up her autonomy, at least for a while. It would mean stepping into a world she had no experience with, a world where she would have to navigate the treacherous waters of high society, all while pretending to be the devoted wife of a man she barely knew. Liv's instincts screamed at her to walk away, to run as far as she could from this crazy idea. But there was another part of her, a part that was tired of struggling, that was tempted by the promise of security and stability. And then there was Emma. Liv had sacrificed so much for her sister, had worked herself to the bone to make sure she had a future. The thought of being able to pay off their debts, to give Emma the life she deserved-it was almost too much to resist. Liv closed her eyes, trying to block out the noise in her head. She needed to think, to weigh her options, to figure out what was truly best for her and her sister. But deep down, she already knew what her decision would be. With a sigh, Liv turned and left the VIP room, the echoes of Alex's proposition still ringing in her ears. She would think about it, she would weigh her options. But the truth was, the decision had already been made the moment she had walked into that room. She just wasn't ready to admit it yet. As Liv made her way back to the dressing room, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of dread and anticipation. Her life was a