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The billionaire and his contract wife

Mr. Edwards Quinn stormed into his office, seething after a heated argument with his father, who had issued an ultimatum: marry within a month, or lose his position as CEO. Known for his carefree lifestyle and reputation as a playboy, Quinn was hardly ready to settle down. However, his career and status were on the line, so he decided to take drastic measures—even if that meant faking a marriage. After being turned down by several of his ex-girlfriends, Quinn turned to his last option: his assistant, Annabelle. She had been loyal, professional, and entirely unassuming—a perfect candidate to act as his “wife.” Without giving her a chance to process, he summoned her and threw a document across his desk, demanding she sign it. What he didn’t realize was that Annabelle had a hidden life and a past he knew nothing about. Annabelle picked up the contract and saw the bold title: Marriage Contract. Shocked and confused, she looked up at her boss. She had secretly harbored feelings for Quinn but had never expected something like this. She hesitated, yet couldn’t ignore the opportunity to be close to him, even if it was under false pretenses. Taking a deep breath, she signed the document, setting her sights on making him fall for her during their time together. Little did she know she was stepping into a dangerous game with a man known for his cold heart and disregard for others’ feelings. Can Annabelle’s warmth melt Quinn’s icy exterior? Will her secret identity unravel as she navigates this web of deception? And what will happen when the line between pretense and reality begins to blur? Dive into this thrilling story to find out!

Seaquin · Urban
Not enough ratings
180 Chs

Annabelle reaveals Alex identity to Edwards.

The roads blurred in a frenzy of lights and colors, mirroring the chaos inside his head. The significance of his mistake felt like a crushing weight on his chest. Memories flashed before his eyes,moments of joy and intimacy he had long buried, now resurrected with an almost cruel precision.

When Edwards finally reached the venue, his heart pounded like a drum. He burst through the doors of the grand hall.The  party seemed to have concluded but some guests still lingered around mingling among themselves. He scanned the room with desperate eyes, searching for a glimpse of Annabelle.

His gaze swept over the faces of unfamiliar guests and faded decorations, his frustration mounting with each passing second. And then, as if the universe decided to add salt to his wounds, he saw them—Annabelle and Alex, standing together near the edge of the hall.