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Billionaire's Marriage Deal

I never in my wildest imagination thought that my life would one day take such a huge turn: signing a marriage contract with Jonathan Wells, the coldest billionaire in Wells Enterprise, so my sister could stay alive. It was supposed to be cut and dry: I’d be his wife on paper, and in return, he would take care of my sister’s medical bill and promise our future. No attachments. No strings. Business only. But life rarely adheres to a simple script, does it? Pulled into his ruthless world, secrets of my past start to resurface, putting everything in jeopardy. I, Chloe Jackson, was the illegitimate daughter of his biggest competitor-a man I had been running from my whole life. Now my estranged father wants me back under his control, just when I’m starting to see that maybe Jonathan isn’t as heartless as he seems. Torn between the board’s merciless scrutiny, Jonathan’s mistrust, and a corporate war driven by my father, I’m adrift in a maelstrom of power, betrayal, and something even more dangerous—love. I wasn’t supposed to fall for him. I wasn’t supposed to care. But in the end, it might not be the contract that keeps our worlds apart-but rather the very thing that could mend my heart. Because Jonathan Wells isn’t just a billionaire. He’s the only man who can break me-or save me.

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Chapter 20: Unraveling Secrets

Chloe's Point of View

Jonathan's stare weighed heavy upon me, and for the moment, I couldn't get the words out of my mouth. There was something flickering in his eyes- fear, anger, perhaps both- and with it, the room felt heavy with tension as the seconds ticked by. I looked at the message on my phone again, pacing while trying to make sense of why Isabella wanted to meet with me.

"What does she want with you, Chloe?" Jonathan's voice was cold, but there was an edge to it that made me shiver.

I swallowed hard, the tension between us crackling like static in the air. "I… I don't know.. She didn't say... Just that she needs to talk. Now."

His jaw tightened, and his grip on my arm tightened as if he couldn't let go. "You're not leaving," he growled. "Not until you tell me everything."

"You don't know anything, Jonathan!" I argued, shaking free from his hold. "She just sent me a message, and I—"