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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
128 Chs

clary’s gift

Alisha's phone buzzed persistently in her handbag, drowned out by the lively music and conversations around her. Intoxicated from a night of drinking, she spoke incoherently. Observing her state, Clary nudged Alex to intervene.

"Alex, let's take her home. I don't think her husband is aware she's out; she's a married woman and shouldn't stay out this late," Clary advised urgently.

Glancing at his wristwatch, Alex acknowledged the late hour. He turned to Annabelle, stating, "Let go, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk, and I ain't going nowhere," Annabelle retorted defiantly. Unfazed, Alex gently lifted her off her feet, allowing her to relax in his arms as he headed outside to his car, with Clary following, holding Annabelle's handbag.

Outside, the chilly atmosphere surrounded them. Alex settled his sister in the back seat and instructed Clary, "Sit with her at the back while I drive."