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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

Unanswered Echoes

Edwards stood up abruptly, the weight of worry pressing on him as he marched toward Annabelle's room. The repeated knocks echoed in the hallway, met only by a haunting silence. Desperation led him to try the doorknob, but it resisted his push, firm and unyielding.

A sinking feeling settled in as he fumbled for his phone, dialing Annabelle's number with a mix of hope and trepidation. The persistent ringing, devoid of an answer, intensified his unease. The locked door held secrets, refusing to divulge whether Annabelle was inside, ignoring his attempts to reach her.

A realization struck him – the absence of her phone's ringtone from within the room. Anxiety turned into urgency as he descended the stairs, scanning the surroundings for her car. The parking garage offered no solace; Annabelle's vehicle was conspicuously absent.