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The billionaire and his contract wife

Mr. Edwards Quinn stormed into his office, seething after a heated argument with his father, who had issued an ultimatum: marry within a month, or lose his position as CEO. Known for his carefree lifestyle and reputation as a playboy, Quinn was hardly ready to settle down. However, his career and status were on the line, so he decided to take drastic measures—even if that meant faking a marriage. After being turned down by several of his ex-girlfriends, Quinn turned to his last option: his assistant, Annabelle. She had been loyal, professional, and entirely unassuming—a perfect candidate to act as his “wife.” Without giving her a chance to process, he summoned her and threw a document across his desk, demanding she sign it. What he didn’t realize was that Annabelle had a hidden life and a past he knew nothing about. Annabelle picked up the contract and saw the bold title: Marriage Contract. Shocked and confused, she looked up at her boss. She had secretly harbored feelings for Quinn but had never expected something like this. She hesitated, yet couldn’t ignore the opportunity to be close to him, even if it was under false pretenses. Taking a deep breath, she signed the document, setting her sights on making him fall for her during their time together. Little did she know she was stepping into a dangerous game with a man known for his cold heart and disregard for others’ feelings. Can Annabelle’s warmth melt Quinn’s icy exterior? Will her secret identity unravel as she navigates this web of deception? And what will happen when the line between pretense and reality begins to blur? Dive into this thrilling story to find out!

Seaquin · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
180 Chs

A promised made.

After a prolonged silence, during which every tick of the clock seemed to echo in the room, Alex finally nodded, his expression softening. "If only the bastard knows how much you've sacrificed for him. I'll withdraw the termination of the contract," he declared, his tone firm yet empathetic.

Annabelle's face lit up with genuine gratitude as she beamed at her brother. "Thank you, bro," she said, her voice laced with relief, before taking a sip of her juice, the cool liquid soothing her nerves.

A few moments later, Vin entered the room, balancing a tray laden with steaming plates of noodles. With a playful grin, he deposited the tray on the dining table. "Do you need a written invitation?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he untied his apron and set it aside. Placing a bottle of water beside each plate, he took his seat at the table.