As Hot as Fire, As Cold as Ice
Chapter 1: Happily Ever Aftee
Summary: Daenerys Targaryen's life has never been easy. Her father abandoned her ailing mother and her for his mistress, leaving them penniless and alone to pick up the pieces. She fought through it all to finish medical school, all while caring for Rhaella. But when Rhaella becomes hospital-bound with exorbitant medical fees, Aerys offers Dany a chance she can't refuse. Marry the richest man in Westeros, Jon Stark, and birth him an heir, helping to secure business ties for life for Targaryen Holdings, and Aerys will pay for Rhaella's treatment. Despite the rumors that surround the cold and aloof CEO, Dany agrees. But what happens when reality seems more terrifying than the rumors? Can Dany persevere and unravel the mystery surrounding Jon Stark? Will she be able to save her mother without condemning herself?
Preview: The richest man in Westeros was the heir to the Stark family, a twenty-five-year-old man named Jon Stark. Even Dany on her isolated island of Dragonstone had heard of the domineering CEO of Stark Enterprises.
Jon Stark had a rare genetic condition. According to rumors, it meant he would be unlikely to have children and heirs with anyone with a different blood type from his own. He had a rare blood type, the same rare blood type Dany inherited from her mother.
The elders struck a deal unbeknownst to Dany. They now sat in the living room, the wedding “gift”—which was in truth the payment for selling her—already delivered. Stark guards surrounded them, led by the Stark butler, Jory Cassel.
Dany rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest when they finally finished assessing the riches received.
Joanna smirked at her. “You’re a cheap whore, born from a slut, but you were lucky because of your rare blood type to have some value. You are the only woman of childbearing age in all of Westeros to have the dragon blood type. Now you will bear as many babes for the Starks as they wish.”
Her father pointed his bony finger at her, his blue eyes icy and hateful. “Your mom is still lying in the ICU. If you don’t want her to die, you must send home $5 million dragons every month. These gifts-”
Dany stood tall, as tall as she could with her small stature, and raised her chin defiantly as she interrupted him. “I’m taking them all.”
Cersei stomped her red-bottom heels. “You!”
Dany smiled, her purple eyes inherited from her mother, looking at Jory as she nodded her command. “Please pack up my belongings.”
“What are you doing?” Cersei whined, trying to grab an expensive diamond necklace. She reared back just in time as one guard snapped the lid closed and picked it up from the living room table.
“Dad! Look at her. I told you she was an ingrate,” Cersei accused, wrapping her hands into the crook of her mother’s elbow.
Dany batted her thick lashes as she stood up to Cersei, looking down on her despite being a good seven inches shorter. “Why don’t you have the baby for the Starks instead?”
She then cocked her head to the side and stuck her pouty bottom lip out. “Although… all eighteen of your boyfriends were treated at my clinic. Maybe they have slept with someone dirty. You should get checked out.”
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