Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

The heat of his body pressed against her and the warmth from his breath tickled her ear.

“Are you scared?” he asked.

His hot breath lingered near her ear, making her shiver and scared to speak. Dolores Flores sensed that the man was holding himself back, his deep voice thick with desire. “It’s still not too late to change your mind.”

Dolores clenched her fists and shook her head nervously. “No, I want this.”

She was in the prime of her life. And yet…

The man leaned forward and his lips brushed the side of her neck. “Good.”

*****

Her night was long and excruciating.

When the man finally got up and went to the bathroom in the latter half of the night, Dolores dragged her exhausted body out of bed. She struggled into her clothes and walked out of the room without a second glance.

The middle-aged woman who introduced Dolores to the business sat on a sofa in the hotel lobby. Seeing Dolores exiting the elevator, the woman stood and handed Dolores a black plastic bag.

“Here’s your payment.”

Without more than a second’s hesitation, Dolores snatched the bag out of the woman’s hand. Giving a curt nod in thanks, Dolores hurried out of the hotel, having forgotten the pain she felt in the lower half of her body. She only wanted to reach the hospital as fast as possible.

The sky was just beginning to show the first rays of light, and the hospital hallway was quiet. Two stretchers were sitting outside of the operating room. Since the two hadn’t the money upfront for the operation, the bodies on the stretchers were still waiting outside, needing a miracle.

Dolores’s heart ached as she approached the two of them.

on the lump in her throat as she spoke. “I have the money. Please save my mom and

it and asked a nurse to count the sum. Only after he was certain all the money was there did he ask the nurses to wheel her mother

the hallway, Dolores grabbed the doctor’s arms

sorry; it’s already too

felt like someone had taken a searing hot blade, stabbed her

and abandoned his wife and daughter. He sent them

with autism when he was three. They’d been living paycheck to paycheck during that time and her brother’s condition made their life harder, though Dolores loved her brother too much to care. She and her mother worked odd jobs to make ends meet, and then a car accident had taken everything Dolores loved in an instant, leaving her alone in an unfriendly foreign country and without a single

everyone who suffered such immense pain would become hysteric. For some, the pain would only make them feel uncomfortable and perhaps make it difficult to breathe. For others, it might only make them feel the sky looked gloomy, yet they only had to accept the reality with a smile to feel better, because they still had a mother who was alive

gradually recovered. However, upon discovering the death of her son, she had gone crazy. It was Dolores who hugged her and

I’m still here, please live for

edge of her bed. Dolores knew she missed her son. If it wasn’t for Dolores, Jessica might have already followed Dolores’ brother

of her mother, she was expelled from school, but

*****

was about to open the door when she heard a voice from inside—a voice she was familiar with. Although it had

Nelson family were like sisters back then. You even promised to let your child marry hers when they grew up. It was you who made the promise,

you mean? Randolph, you’re not talking about Matthew Nelson, are you?”

hit the man, paying no mind to her wound Had he lost his mind? First, he dumped her and her daughter in a terrible place, never paying them anymore mind, and now he was insisting

Nelson family is your best friend’s son. He was raised well and you know their family status. Marrying the

seen pictures of Matthew in the news and knew he had a dignifying and charming look. However, he had recently been bitten by a venomous snake while on a business trip abroad and was paralyzed. Because of his condition, he could no longer take care of himself, let alone live alone. The woman who married him would become a widow with a husband who was not yet dead. Her life would

bag of food still in her hand. “I’ll do it,” she said,

and looked at his daughter whom he hadn’t seen for

a ten-year-old kid. Now, she was all grown up. She had pale skin and she was extremely underweight. Her face seemed small, like she was being pulled into herself. She seemed as if her body hadn’t been able to fully develop. She was nowhere near as loving as his younger daughter who was

After all, she was not that good-looking; it wasn’t too bad to let her marry a cripple who couldn’t have sex. Having thought of this,

then out with