MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHER

The rain poured down heavily, blurring the city lights into a mess of colors. Sarah sat by the window of her room, staring blankly at the streets below. Her fingers trembled around the cup of cold tea she had forgotten to drink. The world outside moved fast, uncaring, while her own had stopped three days ago.

Three days ago, her parents' car had skidded off the bridge into the dark river. Three days ago, she had buried the only people who ever truly loved her. And now, the vultures were circling.

A soft knock came at the door.

"Come in," she said, her voice dry, almost lifeless.

The door opened and her uncle, Richard Blake, walked in. He looked at her like she was a fragile glass, who was about to break. He wore a sharp black suit, no crease out of place, his gold watch flashing under the dull room light.

"Sarah," he said, stepping closer. "We need to talk."

"I know," she whispered. "About the company."

He nodded slowly. "About everything."

Sarah set the cup down and rose from the chair, brushing her damp hair behind her ear. "How bad is it?"

Richard sighed and walked to the small table, spreading out a few documents. His mouth tightened into a thin line. "The creditors want their money. The board is panicking. Investors are pulling out. And... the Luthors are threatening to sue."

Sarah frowned. "The Luthors? But they—"

"They invested millions into your father’s project," Richard cut in sharply. "Now, without him... without the project..." He didn't finish.

Silence filled the room like a thick fog. Sarah’s heart sank lower.

"What can we do?" she asked, her hands twisting the hem of her shirt.

Richard looked at her with a strange expression. Something close to pity. Something close to regret.

"There is... a way."

Sarah stiffened. "What way?"

He hesitated, glancing at the door as if expecting someone to burst in.

"Andrew Luthor."

Sarah’s stomach clenched. She knew the name. Everyone did. Andrew Luthor was a cold steel in a world of smoke and mirrors. He owned half the skyscrapers in the city. He had the power to crush companies, destroy careers, and erase legacies.

"He’s willing to help us," Richard said carefully. "Willing to save the company. Save the family name."

"Why would he?" Sarah whispered. "Why would he help us?"

Richard looked her straight in the eye. "Because he wants something in return."

The world tilted slightly. Sarah gripped the edge of the table.

"What does he want?"

"You," Richard said simply.

The word hung there between them Heavily.

Sarah shook her head slowly. "No. No, there has to be another way. There has to be."

"There isn't," Richard said firmly. "You know your father trusted him once. The Luthor Corporation owns forty percent of the shares. Without Andrew’s support, the company falls. We lose everything. Your father's name gets dragged through the mud. Your mother’s charities disappear. Everything they built... gone."

Sarah’s heart twisted painfully.