Vivienne sat on the edge of her small bed, staring at the last few naira in her purse. Her NYSC stipend barely covered transport, and her tiny food business only managed to buy ingredients. She was tired of struggling.
Then her phone buzzed. It was her sister.
"I have something that could change your life… meet me tomorrow."
The next day, Vivienne met her sister, who handed her a thick envelope. Inside was a contract.
"Marry my friend, Grayson. He's wealthy, he needs a wife for business reasons, and he's willing to provide for everything you need—money, travel, and a new life abroad."
Vivienne hesitated. A contract marriage? It sounded absurd. But the promise of security and opportunity was too tempting to ignore.