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In a world where love often comes with conditions, Stella Greer finds herself in an audacious situation: for the promise of wealth, she agrees to marry a prince—a prince who lies in a deep, unyielding slumber. While her intentions are purely transactional, the moment she steps into the opulent Villa Eight, everything shifts. The allure of luxury is intoxicating, but the reality of Adrian Winslow, her Sleeping Prince, is a haunting reminder of the tragedy that binds them.
As days turn into weeks, Stella is drawn into a web of emotions she never anticipated. What begins as a calculated move for financial freedom evolves into a delicate dance of compassion and longing. The more she learns about Adrian's past, the more the lines blur between duty and desire. Can a heart that has long been shielded from love open up to the possibility of connection, even with someone who cannot respond?
With a fortune at stake and a family clinging to hope, Stella must navigate a labyrinth of expectations, secrets, and her own burgeoning feelings. Will she remain steadfast in her original intentions, or will the enchantment of her Sleeping Prince awaken something unexpected within her?
For money, I married a sleeping princeChapter 1
The past few days, I had been tagging along with a matchmaking group. My intention? To enjoy the free food and drinks at the events while blending into the lively atmosphere. Honestly, I wasn’t there to find love but rather to amuse myself by observing the dating habits of modern bachelors and bachelorettes.
The group wasn’t just young singles. Among the members were a handful of elderly women eagerly seeking matches for their children. One day, one of these aunties dropped a bombshell that sent the group into a frenzy.
She casually announced, “I own 53 rental properties, three villas, and five adorable cats. All of this, plus additional assets, will be inherited by my only son. On top of that, I’m prepared to give my future daughter-in-law a monthly allowance of $50,000.”
The chat erupted with messages from women of all backgrounds vying for her attention. Questions flooded in, asking if her claims were true.
With confidence, she affirmed the legitimacy of her statement. But then she added, “There’s just one condition—my son is in a vegetative state. I hope his future wife will not mind.”