The air in the private study was heavy with the scent of sandalwood and old secrets.
Donya Elena sat by the window, her fingers tracing the edge of a faded, silver-framed photograph. In the picture, two young women were laughing, their arms linked.
One was Elena; the other was a woman with the same radiant, unmistakable smile as Jaspher Jean.
"We promised, didn't we?" Elena whispered to the empty room. "That our children would bring our families together."
Elena had been watching Jay from a distance for weeks. After Keifer started mentioning the "annoying scholar" at the dinner table—more often than he probably realized—Elena had done her own digging.
What she found broke her heart: the crushing debt, the top-tier grades maintained under the shadow of a violent stepfather, and the girl's desperate need for a way out.
She had made her move yesterday, meeting Jay in a quiet corner of the university library.
Elena hadn't used her status; she had used the truth. She told Jay about the friendship with her mother and offered a deal: One year of marriage to my son.
In exchange, your tuition is paid, your home is secured, and my husband's lawyers will handle your stepfather.
Firstly jay said " I'll think about it."
But____
seeing no other light at the end of the tunnel, had whispered a single, "Yes."
"I'm telling you, Ma, I don't care who she is," Keifer said, pacing the length of the lawyer's office the next morning.
"As long as she signs the papers and keeps Dad from marrying me off to Cheska and don't expect anything from me, I'll deal with it. Is she some business associate's daughter?"
Elena smoothed her skirt, her expression calm. "She's a girl who needs help as much as you need your freedom, Keifer. Just sign the contract when she arrives."
Keifer scoffed, leaning against the mahogany desk. He looked every bit the arrogant heir—his collar popped, his eyes bored.
He didn't care about the girl. To him, she was just a ghost in a legal document, a temporary fix to a permanent problem.
The heavy oak door creaked open.
"She's here," the lawyer announced.
Keifer didn't even look up at first. "Great. Let's get this over with so I can get to practice."
"Good morning," a soft, familiar voice murmured.
Keifer's head snapped up. His heart didn't just skip a beat; it hit a wall.
Standing in the doorway, wearing a simple white blouse and her usual "Sunshine" mask—though it was trembling at the edges—was Jaspher Jean.
"Jay?" Keifer's voice was a strangled whisper. "You? You're the girl?"
Jay didn't look at him. She kept her eyes on Donya Elena, her hands clasped tightly in front of her.
"I'm here to sign, Tita."
The room spun for Keifer. The girl he teased in the gym, the girl who called him an overactor, the girl he secretly admired for her grit—she was the "contract wife" his mother had found.
The shock was a cold bucket of water, but beneath it, a strange, frantic pulse of relief he didn't want to admit to began to throb.
"Sign here, both of you," the lawyer directed, sliding the papers forward.
Keifer looked at Jay. For once, he saw past the mask. He saw the sheer terror in her eyes, the way she was holding the pen like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea.
He realized then that this wasn't a game for her. It was survival.
Without a word, Keifer stepped forward and gripped the pen.
His signature was bold, jagged. Jay followed, her hand shaking so much the ink bled slightly into the paper.
Jaspher Jean Mariano-Watson.
It was done. The "Sunshine Girl" and the "Golden Boy" were officially bound by a promise made before they were even born—and a contract that would either be their salvation or their undoing.
Two hearts that loved in whispers woke up bound by fate,
married by accident—yet right on time, not late.
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