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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

Edwards show’s genuine concern over Annabelle’s health.

Cindy and Lily stood outside the emergency ward, their hearts heavy with worry, waiting for any news about their dear friend. The minutes felt like hours until finally, the door opened, and a tall figure emerged. Edwards rushed forward, his face etched with concern.

"How's my wife, doctor?" he inquired anxiously, his eyes pleading for reassurance. The doctor, a young man in his thirties with a reassuring demeanor, took off his glasses and met Edwards's gaze with empathy.

"Relax, Mr. Quinn," the doctor said soothingly, placing a comforting hand on Edwards's shoulder. "There's no cause for alarm. Your wife is stable, and she's responding well to treatment."

A wave of relief washed over Edwards as he let out a long breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Thank you, doctor," he murmured gratefully, his tension easing slightly.