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Hello, Ex! I Finally Found My Worth!

They say Love is blind, but no one is ever truly blind in love. We see everything; we just choose to ignore them because we're scared to move on or start afresh. Twenty-eight years old, Emma Winters has her dreams clearly defined. To have a loving family, a beautiful home, and a stable, fulfilling life. Not only do those dreams come crumbling down when her husband hands her divorce papers just when she tells him she's pregnant, but her pride and dignity are questioned when Jake announces that Emma was unfaithful to him. Emma loses hope in everything she believes in. However, hope comes to her when the enigmatic billionaire Alexander Sterling offers her a way out: A contract marriage to him. Will Emma accept this way out of her predicament even when this savior is none other than her ex-husband's uncle? What happens when she accepts the contract and is only chased back by her ex? Will she return to her once lover, or will she accept her growing feelings for her contract husband? Find out as we unravel Emma's story together! *****Excerpt******** “Why would you help when I was put in this mess by my own husband?” Emma cut in, now crying. “Because your husband is my nephew, and not only do I want to salvage the situation my nephew put you in, I want to escape his plot,” Alex said, and Emma’s heart stopped for a moment, a cold chill running down her spine as she replayed the words in her head. Nephew? His nephew? Jake was this man's... Alex's nephew? She mused, and then the realization of what that meant dawned on her like a crashing wave, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, the shock evident on her face. “Your nephew? You’re Alex Sterling, Jake's uncle?” she asked, unable to believe it herself. Alex nodded, his expression unchanged. “Yes. I'm his uncle,” Alex confirmed, and Emma shook her head.

BabyAngel2 · Urban
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110 Chs

Hunter Stone

The dim thrum of bass greeted Ivy as she stepped into Club 02, the music faintly vibrating through her heels.

The venue was dark but atmospheric, with shifting lights painting streaks of neon across the sleek, modern furniture. She adjusted the strap of her purse and scanned the room, searching for any familiar face.

But there were no familiar faces. Her brow furrowed, and she checked her phone for the third time since stepping out of her car. But there was nothing—no message, no missed call.

So why was no one here yet? She was right on time. Selena had said seven, so why was no one, including the celebrant, here yet? Why was she running late?

A sigh escaped her lips as she placed her phone back in her purse. She'd considered not coming and simply telling Selena she'd forgotten or something urgent had come up.