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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.”

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POV Richard Carrington

Once Richard arrived at the estate of his parents, he heaved a deep sigh before parking his car beside a blue convertible with the license plate 'Girardi 3'.

Clearly, Titania was already here. Disgusting.

Restraining his annoyance, he walked through the door and headed towards the formal sitting room. As he got closer, he could hear the sound of voices and the familiar sound of someone giggling.

As he walked into the room, everyone in the room glanced up at him.

He spotted his father, a carbon copy of him with grey hair sitting on an armchair while observing the room. Reminiscent of his military days, Richard Sr was wearing a formal black suit with a familiar scowl on his face.

His mother, Julianna was dressed in a floral dress with her graying hair clipped up. Her warm brown eyes narrowed at him in mock anger before she broke out into a smile.

He didn't bother to look at the third person.