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.

choked on the lump in her throat as she spoke. “I have the money. Please save my mom and brother…” she pleaded, handing the money in

was certain all the money was

the doctor’s arms and pleaded to him. “What about my brother? Please save

sorry; it’s already too late to save

The news made her cry out. The intense pain in her chest felt like someone had taken a searing hot blade, stabbed her in the chest, and twisted it mercilessly. Her knees buckled, and she

his wife and daughter. He sent them to a foreign strange country, not even caring

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 penny to her name. She was forced to go against everything she was taught and sell herself. And

it might only make them feel the sky looked gloomy, yet they only had to accept the reality

her son, she had gone crazy. It was

here, please live for

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

was expelled from school, but Dolores was just glad that her

*****

bag of food as she walked into the hospital. She reached the ward and was about to open the door when she heard a voice from inside—a voice she was familiar with. Although it had been eight years, she still remembered watching her father forcing her mother to sign the divorce papers. After sending them here, he had never once visited them. So why was he suddenly visiting his ex-wife in the

you and the mistress of the 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, so logically it

you’re not talking about Matthew Nelson, are you?” Jessica asked, cutting the

struggled to get up. She wanted nothing more than to hit the man, paying no mind to her wound Had he lost his mind? First, he dumped her and her daughter in

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

abroad and was paralyzed. Because of his condition, he could no longer take care of himself, let alone live alone.

open, her forgotten bag of food still in her hand. “I’ll do it,” she said, her appearance startling the two before her. “I’m

turned to the door and looked at his daughter whom he hadn’t seen for eight years. He stared at her for

still 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

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, his guilt vanished and

then out with