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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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25 Chs

Chapter 15: The Meeting

Chloe's Point of View

"You heard me. No more seeing other men."

That thought was on repeat on my mind. So I made sure not to cross path again with Ethan, I don't want to cause any trouble against Jonathan.

It was time to go home, I left the office as the late sun projected shadows on the ground. It had been one of those days; endless tasks and constant demands. My mind, my body-in the thick of faking a marriage-it dragged on, and the pain grew more intolerable day by day.

As I entered the lobby, I noticed Jonathan walking ahead of me. His long strides had that usual deliberate purpose. My mind was already on how to get into my room fast at home, maybe take a hot bath and get that sore muscle relaxed.

We were just going to walk out through the glass doors when we heard:

"Mr. Wells, Ms. Jackson."