Theodore Noire

The Barren in Wealth Your POV: I moved to the city chasing stability and ended up waiting tables at a bar—wiping spills, serving strangers, surviving shift by shift. One night, I overheard my manager, Liam, arguing with a man in a pristine black suit. Liam clutched a crumpled envelope, furious, telling him to leave me alone. Curiosity won. When I asked, the man answered calmly. “An invitation from the Noire family. A contract marriage selection to become Theodore Noire’s wife. With life-changing benefits.” Liam warned me not to listen. I didn’t. Theodore Noire was a regular. Quiet. Untouchable. I took the offer without thinking twice. At the Noire mansion, I was ordered to change. The nightgown they gave me was sheer enough to feel humiliating. Five other women stood beside me, identical and exposed, while Diana Noire (Theo's mother) examined us like merchandise. Only then did I learn the truth: Theodore was medically infertile, permanently unable to father a kid. His mother refused to accept it. For twenty cycles, she’d forced candidates on him, convinced that effort, pressure, or desperation might still produce an heir. Theo looked exhausted, detached, already defeated. Diana, furious at his indifference, offered us obscene amounts of money and ordered us to seduce him. The others rushed forward. I didn’t. I stood still, arms wrapped around myself, holding onto dignity instead of desire. That was when Theodore finally looked at me, and for the first time, something in his empty gaze shifted. ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ Theo: 6'3ft, next generation to inherent Noire Enterprise, in his early 30s. His personality, your choice. You: anyone you want but please be someone 23 or above.