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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.

SELENE_SELENE · Urbano
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25 Chs

Chapter 17: Ghost of the Past

Chloe's Point of View

I stared at my phone screen, my hands shaking. The text had come from someone I hadn't heard from in years, someone I had tried to erase from my life.

 "We need to talk."

My father—Victor Langston.

He abandoned us at a time when we needed him most: my mother gone, and in his case, he eventually drowned in his own debt, leaving us to fend for ourselves. And I had long parted with him, to live life minus the burden of his mistakes, and here he was-back in my life, like a ghost that I just couldn't shake off.

Why now? I demanded of myself, answering half-heartedly: "What is it you want?"

My phone beeped within seconds.

"Come to Langston Tower. Tomorrow at 10 AM. Don't be late."