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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 · 现代言情
分數不夠
180 Chs

A brush of tenderness

Annabelle was about to dress up,her heart raced as the door swung open, revealing Edwards standing there unexpectedly. She hastily wrapped a towel around herself, feeling his intense gaze examining her. "Turn around," she commanded, cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment.

"Sorry for intruding," Edwards apologized, turning away. "Didn't you get my text?"

As Annabelle slid into her black knee-length gown, Edwards was drawn closer. Annabelle, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation, called on him to zip her dress, a task she couldn't manage alone. He approached, the proximity between them palpable. The scent of her lingered as he zipped her up, their closeness sending a subtle shiver down Annabelle's spine.

Edwards couldn't resist the allure of her presence. Annabelle, feeling his warm breath on her skin, wrestled with conflicting emotions. She yearned for him but hesitated, mindful of their contract.