The billionaire and his contract wife

Edward Quinn had just arrived home after receiving a summons from his father, Mr. Brown Quinn, the chairman of their family business empire. As he walked into their grand mansion, his thoughts were consumed by what his father may want to discuss. He couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension, knowing that a serious conversation was about to take place.

Edward's family house was a grand mansion that exuded luxury and opulence in every corner. It stood tall and proud, a testament to the Quinn family's wealth and success. The mansion was located in an exclusive neighborhood, surrounded by beautifully manicured gardens and tall, elegant trees.

As Edward entered the house, he was met with a grand foyer adorned with intricate marble floors and a sweeping staircase that led to the upper levels. The walls were adorned with expensive artwork and family portraits, showcasing the Quinn family's long lineage and prominence in society.

Moving further into the house, Edward entered the sitting room, which was a spacious and tastefully decorated space. The walls were painted in warm, neutral tones, complemented by luxurious drapes and plush carpets. The furniture was elegant and sophisticated, with ornate details and rich upholstery.

Edward was immediately called back by his father, who was sitting on the sofa engrossed in a magazine. The tone in his father's voice was serious and foreboding. "Come here right away. We need to talk," Mr. Quinn said, not bothering to look up from his magazine.

With a deep breath, Edward made his way back to the sofa and sat down, his father's eyes assessing him critically. He braced himself for what was to come and hoped desperately that he would be able to handle it with grace and composure. His mother, Mrs. Serena Quinn, a beautiful lady in her late 40s, entered the room just as the conversation was about to begin.

"Honey, your food is ready," she announced, her voice calm and kind. Edward's eyes darted towards the dining table, but his father's stern gaze held him in place.

Beyond the sitting room, Edward's family house boasted a beautiful dining room, where the family shared their meals. The dining table was long and made of the finest wood, surrounded by high-backed chairs upholstered in rich velvet. The room itself was bathed in soft, warm lighting, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere.

Mr. Quinn placed the magazine on the coffee table and made his way towards the dining room. Edward could tell that his father's anger was simmering beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed. Mrs. Quinn followed suit, leaving Edward alone in the sitting room for a brief moment.

Feeling famished, Edward decided to make a request to join his parents for dinner. He stood up and took a step towards the dining room, intending to sit with them. However, his father's stern voice halted him in his tracks. "You see why I say you keep spoiling this brat," he sneered. "It's high time you get married. I'm tired of getting those reports of your extravagant lifestyle."

Edward froze, his eyes widening at his father's words. He had always known that his father disapproved of his carefree attitude and disdain for commitment, but he never thought that it would come to this.

His father's voice came threatening again "If you don't bring a bride by month's end. I'm firing you from your position as the CEO and you won't get any inheritance from me. He declared in anger.

The threat of being fired from their family business and cut off from his inheritance shook him to his core.