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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 18: The Unexpectedly Betrayal

Chloe's Point of View

The walls were closing in. I was a blur of confusion and anger as I backed out of the study, trying to make sense of what I'd just witnessed. Still ringing in my ears were the voices of them talking-Jonathan and her. Isabella Monroe.

Barely breathing, I walked back down that long hall, my heart beating with every step. How was Jonathan, the man who had been cold and rather controlling and farthest towards me, was okay with her? And the way she was sitting on his lap as if she belongs there. That gives me blood pressure.

Why did I not confront them right there on the spot? I thought cynically, even though the plain truth was that I did not know how to respond. Everything seemed a blur, the ground uprooted under my feet.