His Uncle My Contract Husband
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My father's face darkened as he stared at us. "Rosalind, what the hell is this?"
"We registered our marriage this morning," Beckett replied before I could speak, his tone polite yet distant. "Pretty sudden, I'll admit."
My mother grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. "What have you done, child? You've always been crazy about Calloway! He finally agrees, and you throw it all away for some nobody?"
I glimpsed Beckett—his mouth twitched upward, but his expression remained unchanged.
I pulled away from her grip. "Nobody forced me! I just refuse to marry a man who hates me, who'd use me like a spare parts warehouse!"
Mother looked confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Do you even know why Calloway suddenly 'agreed' to marry me?" My voice cracked. "He wants my bone marrow for Hannah. That's his price! That's what my five years of devotion was worth to him!"
"Honey," my mother said, her tone sickeningly sweet, "I know you're upset. But think logically. A bone marrow donation—it's routine these days. You save your cousin, you secure your future with the most powerful family in Boston. It's quite perfect, isn't it?"
Rosalind Blackwell desperately needs to escape her ex-fiancé's twisted demand for her bone marrow, so she makes an impulsive decision—marry a stranger at City Hall.
But when everyone mocks her for throwing away her chance at marrying into wealth and choosing an ordinary nobody instead, they couldn't be more wrong.
He's actually Calloway's billionaire uncle, recently returned from years abroad with dangerous Mediterranean connections and the power to destroy entire families with a single phone call.
And he's already preparing to make everyone who dared to humiliate his wife pay dearly for their cruelty.
"We registered our marriage this morning," Beckett replied before I could speak, his tone polite yet distant. "Pretty sudden, I'll admit."
My mother grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. "What have you done, child? You've always been crazy about Calloway! He finally agrees, and you throw it all away for some nobody?"
I glimpsed Beckett—his mouth twitched upward, but his expression remained unchanged.
I pulled away from her grip. "Nobody forced me! I just refuse to marry a man who hates me, who'd use me like a spare parts warehouse!"
Mother looked confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Do you even know why Calloway suddenly 'agreed' to marry me?" My voice cracked. "He wants my bone marrow for Hannah. That's his price! That's what my five years of devotion was worth to him!"
"Honey," my mother said, her tone sickeningly sweet, "I know you're upset. But think logically. A bone marrow donation—it's routine these days. You save your cousin, you secure your future with the most powerful family in Boston. It's quite perfect, isn't it?"
Rosalind Blackwell desperately needs to escape her ex-fiancé's twisted demand for her bone marrow, so she makes an impulsive decision—marry a stranger at City Hall.
But when everyone mocks her for throwing away her chance at marrying into wealth and choosing an ordinary nobody instead, they couldn't be more wrong.
He's actually Calloway's billionaire uncle, recently returned from years abroad with dangerous Mediterranean connections and the power to destroy entire families with a single phone call.
And he's already preparing to make everyone who dared to humiliate his wife pay dearly for their cruelty.
