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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.

SELENE_SELENE · 现代言情
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25 Chs

Chapter 12: The Price of Time

Chloe's Point of View

I walked back inside the office, my heart and mind still mangled from my run-in with Ethan. Seeing him again was like stirring the ashes of a fire that had long since gone out inside me. But I couldn't let it dwell on me-not now, with everything else hanging over me.

I rushed towards my desk, hoping that Jonathan hadn't noticed how long it took me to get back. But as soon as I walked into the open work space, I felt the tension emanating from his office. Of course he had noticed. My heart sank inside of me.

And as if on cue, Jonathan emerged from his office, his face a mask of barely-contained fury. His sharp eyes immediately latched on to me, making me feel like I was being caught at something bad.

"You're late," he growled in a low, cold voice.

I swallowed hard to steady my nerves. "I'm sorry. I lost track of time."