Sophia was her biological daughter, but she had no interest in poverty—and never even met her real mother.
To hide the truth, they’d staged a whole act, even hiring someone to hit her with a car and leave her in a coma.
The Brooks family was as laughable as Ethan—
Thinking I’d been desperate for the title of “real heiress” and eager to return home for it.
They couldn’t have been more wrong.
Back then, my adoptive mother was paralyzed, later slipping into a vegetative state.
The Brooks family came to the hospital and threatened me—
If I agreed to return to them, they’d bring in the best specialists from abroad, no matter the cost.
If I refused, they’d let her die, claiming she could suffer brain death at any time.
That was the only reason I agreed to an arranged marriage with Ethan.
But after my adoptive mother died, I had no reason to marry him—and no desire for the Brooks title.
Seeing my expression turn to stone, Ethan smiled with satisfaction.
“Then agree to play.
“If you win, I’ll give the urn back.”
I shut my eyes briefly, then asked flatly, “What’s the bet?”
His gaze locked on mine, and he spoke slowly.
“I bet that within five minutes… you’ll kiss me.”