Contract Marriage – Military Husband x CEO Wife
Top Ten August WPC Winner! Update Schedule: M-F It was supposed to be a simple contract marriage between the two of them. He could avoid being tied to a vicious woman who had been pursuing him since birth. She could gain external support to overcome her illegitimate status and become the heir apparent and CEO of the Valentine conglomerate. It was a relationship where they were supposed to use each other. But now- “Commander, your wife is having a private dinner with the CEO of a technology company. During the dinner, he held her hands and tried touching her waist.” “Directly leak their company secrets and sink their stocks.” An angry voice replied. “Commander, the Co-CEO of a startup company sent a room worth of roses to your wife’s office.” “It seems he no longer wants to live. Directly buy out the other shares and oust him from his position. Go and order enough roses to fill up every room in her office. Fly them in if you need to.” When he got home. “Wife, why are you angry? Should I rub your feet? Help you take a bath?” “Why are you interfering with me? Wasn’t this supposed to be a contract marriage?” his wife coyly asked him. The man suddenly picked her up and carried her up the stairs while giving her a devilish smile. “Yes, we are. I’m contracted to love, protect, and cherish you. Let me show you how much.”
Love Bombing
The next day when Celeste showed up to work out, it was just her and Richard in the gym. Lieutenant Marshall and Adjutant Mary were both missing. She was curious as to where they were, but figuring it was none of her business she simply completed her workout. She wanted to head back upstairs, but before she could leave, Richard Carrington grabbed her arm.
"Be my sparring partner for the day." Celeste turned to look at him, noticing that instead of his usual all-black outfit, he was dressed in fitted gray pants and a long-sleeved gray shirt. Maybe because his workout was particularly difficult today, his gray shirt was damp and clung to every inch of his chiseled arms and broad chest. He pushed back his damp hair which hung in his face due to sweat, his gaze intense as he stared at her.