My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: A Marriage of Convenience

Editor: Henyee Translations

Summer had settled heavily over Veridia. Even after midnight, the heat lingered in the air, and mosquitoes buzzed relentlessly outside the cracked window.

Cecelia Archer was asleep in the small storage room she shared with her daughter. She had only just drifted off when a frightened voice shattered the silence.

"My ears hurt..."

"Mommy... she’s pinching my ears..."

"No... I’m not a burden..."

Cecelia’s eyes flew open. For a moment, she lay frozen in the darkness. Then she turned toward the tiny figure curled up beside her.

Candy was still asleep.

The little girl tossed restlessly beneath the thin blanket, her brows knitted together as tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Cecelia’s chest tightened painfully.

Ever since her promotion, work had become overwhelming. Most days, she left Candy in her sister-in-law’s care while she worked overtime.

She had trusted her family.

Never—not once—had she imagined her daughter was being treated this way behind her back.

The child was having nightmares about it.

How much had Candy endured without telling her?

A wave of guilt crashed over Cecelia. She gently brushed a hand across her daughter’s damp forehead, fighting back the anger rising inside her. Before she could calm herself, raised voices erupted from the room next door.

"I already worked everything out with the neighbor! Once your sister marries him, she’ll move straight into his house!"

"He’s over fifty! He already has grandchildren! How can you force her into something like this?"

"So what?" Her sister-in-law’s voice grew sharper. "She had a child out of wedlock. What respectable man would want her? He’s offering thirty thousand dollars for the marriage. At this point, she should be grateful."

Cecelia’s fingers tightened around the blanket.

Thirty thousand dollars.

For the past three years, she’d been the one paying most of the household bills.

The mortgage.

The groceries.

The utilities.

Yet somehow she had become a burden.

For one reckless moment, she wanted to storm into the room and throw every bank statement she had in her sister-in-law’s face. But she forced herself to stay still.

Her brother had suffered enough. After his accident left him permanently injured, it hadn’t been easy for him to build a family. Cecelia had spent years helping him create a stable life.

She didn’t want to destroy that.

But tonight made one thing painfully clear.

She couldn’t stay here anymore.

As long as she remained unmarried, her sister-in-law would never stop trying to get rid of her.

One option remained.

A marriage of convenience.

The idea had barely formed before a face appeared in her mind. Without hesitation, she grabbed her phone and opened an old contact. The conversation hadn’t been touched in four years.

Her fingers hovered over the screen.

Then she typed.

You once told me I could ask you for anything. Does that offer still stand?

The reply came less than five minutes later.

Yes.

Just one word.

Simple. Direct.

Exactly as she remembered.

Cecelia stared at the message for several seconds before taking a breath and typing:

Then marry me.

The following morning, Cecelia stood outside the courthouse clutching her purse. She checked the time for what felt like the hundredth time.

8:29 a.m.

A taxi pulled up to the curb. The rear door opened.

A man stepped out.

Cecelia blinked.

Four years had done nothing to diminish him. If anything, he’d become even more striking. He stood well over six feet tall, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that emphasized broad shoulders and long legs. His features were sharp and handsome, his expression calm and unreadable.

People glanced at him instinctively as he crossed the plaza. Some openly stared. Others looked twice after noticing the Club DL identification badge attached to his jacket. Admiration quickly turned to disdain.

Cecelia, however, felt only relief.

Good. He was still working there. That meant he was dependable. A promise made four years ago hadn’t been forgotten.

She hurried forward.

"Sorry for dragging you out so early." She offered a smile. "Did you just get off work?"

Damien Vaughn raised an eyebrow.

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