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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 thoughtful gentleman

Sherly slowly opened her eyes, the reflection of the light contrasting with her gaze. Gently sitting up, she rubbed her eyes, only to notice the sterile surroundings of a hospital room. A drip was fixed to her left hand, and panic set in as she struggled to recall how she ended up here. Memories of the previous night flooded back – the absentminded walk into the road, the accident, and a blurry image of two guys approaching her before blacking out.

Surveying her environment, Sherly realized she was in a VIP intensive care unit. "Who would be so generous to pay for such an expensive room?" she muttered to herself, attempting to stand but only managing a stagger before sitting back on the bed. Her eyes spun, and her stomach rumbled; she hadn't eaten since last night. "Who's there? Nurse, anyone?" she called out.