I MARRIED A DYING MILLIONAIRE TO AFFORD MY SON’S SURGERY. THAT NIGHT HE CLOSED HIS OFFICE DOOR AND SAID, “NOW YOU’LL LEARN WHAT YOU REALLY SIGNED FOR.”
IT WASN’T WHAT I FEARED. IT WAS SO MUCH MORE THAN I DARED HOPE.
Chapter 1: The Offer
I married a dying millionaire so I could afford my son’s surgery — that night in his mansion, he closed the door and said, “Now you can finally learn what you really signed for.”
My name is Grace. My eight-year-old Caleb needed a surgery I could never afford, and I’d raised him alone, cleaning offices at night and caring for the elderly by day. That’s how I met Arthur Pendleton, eighty-one and dying, whose sister I’d been hired to nurse.
He watched his children circle his fortune while he still breathed. And one morning he offered me a deal: “Marry me. Your son gets the surgery. I get a wife my children can’t control.” Caleb was getting worse. I said yes.
