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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!

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180 Chs

Clash of Emotions

Meanwhile, at home, Annabelle had just woken up from her nap. The soft, warm embrace of her duvet reluctantly released her as she stretched and yawned. The sunbeams filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow in her room. It was a peaceful afternoon, or so she thought.

With a soft sigh, she threw her legs over the edge of the bed and slipped her feet into her slippers. Her home was usually a sanctuary, a place of comfort, but today it was about to turn into a battleground.

Annabelle padded downstairs to the kitchen, her tousled hair framing her sleepy face. Unbeknownst to her, a storm was brewing at the dining table, where Lydia Sherly's friend had taken up residence, engrossed in her phone. She was a guest in Annabelle's home, but she had intentions far from being a gracious one.