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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.

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Chapter 11: A Blast from the Past

Chloe's Point of View

I was going to be out for just lunch-thirty minutes away from the stifling squeeze of work pressure, Jonathan's chill attitude, and the depressing reality of our marriage of convenience. There was the little café near the office-the only refuge of crystal clear thoughts, and I pretended, or at least imagined for a little while longer, that life wasn't spinning out of my control.

The fragrance of freshly brewed coffee was so familiar, it enveloped me the moment I stepped inside, soothing my nerve immediately. I ordered my usual—the turkey sandwich, a cup of chamomile tea. Then, I scanned the room for a quiet corner in which to sink into it all. The noise from the chatting people, clinking cups, and pressing hissing of the espresso machine was a comfortable background hum.

But then I saw him.

Ethan Hayes.