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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
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180 Chs
#R18
#COMEDY
#CONTRACTMARRIAGE

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Edwards walked with measured, deliberate steps toward Annabelle, who was seated in the lobby, waiting for him. His face was an unreadable canvas, devoid of any telltale emotion that could betray what had just transpired inside the conference room. The air around him felt tense, yet he moved with an eerie calmness, the sound of his shoes echoing softly in the corridor.

Annabelle shifted nervously in her seat, her eyes scanning his face for some hint of what had happened behind those closed doors. "How did it go in there?" she asked, her voice careful and controlled, though her heart raced. She had no idea what had unfolded during the meeting, and Edwards' expression, a mask of perfect neutrality, offered her nothing to work with.