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The billionaire and his contract wife

Mr Quin walked into his office very furious, he had just a very intense argument with his father who threatened him with his position if he doesn’t get married in a month time Mr Quinn being a play boy and heartbreaker needed to device means to save his position as the CEO and claim what was his. He needed to act fast even if it meant falsifying his marriage. He needed a pawn in his game. After several rejections from his exes he decided to try his luck with his assistant even if it meant doubling her price He called his assistant Annabelle and she rushed in, he threw document at her and ordered her to sign it. Unknown to him that she a secret identity that he was not aware of. Annabelle took the contract and saw the boldly written inscription “Marriage contract” she was confused, she secretly loved Mr Quinn but she wasn’t expecting him to force her into a fake marriage. She looked up to him but he wasn’t starring at her she was lost in thought. Finally she signed it, hoping seize the opportunity to make her boss fall her her within the period of their contract. little did she know that she had just signed a contract with the devil. fully knowing that Edwards Quinn was a cold hearted play boy who doesn’t care about people’s feelings he does whatever he wants and gets away wïth it he doesn’t believe in commitment or forever. Can Annabelle make Quinn to fall for her?? Will her fake identity be exposed? Explore the chapters to find out…

Seaquin · Urban
Not enough ratings
126 Chs

A thoughtful gentleman

Sherly slowly opened her eyes, the reflection of the light contrasting with her gaze. Gently sitting up, she rubbed her eyes, only to notice the sterile surroundings of a hospital room. A drip was fixed to her left hand, and panic set in as she struggled to recall how she ended up here. Memories of the previous night flooded back – the absentminded walk into the road, the accident, and a blurry image of two guys approaching her before blacking out.

Surveying her environment, Sherly realized she was in a VIP intensive care unit. "Who would be so generous to pay for such an expensive room?" she muttered to herself, attempting to stand but only managing a stagger before sitting back on the bed. Her eyes spun, and her stomach rumbled; she hadn't eaten since last night. "Who's there? Nurse, anyone?" she called out.