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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

Sherly’s worries

A heavy silence lingered on the line before Alex spoke again, his voice tinged with concern. "You have to be careful," he warned. "I saw Edwards at Vin's hotel. He's been around for days, and I'm sure he's here because of you."

Annabelle's heart skipped a beat, fear prickling at the edges of her consciousness. "I just escaped him now," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "He saw me at the festival. I'm sleeping over at Clary's place. She's driving home as we speak."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Alex spoke again, his words heavy with regret. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you earlier," he confessed. "I didn't want to alarm you. But you need to be careful. Avoid public places for now. I'm sure he'll still be searching for you."

"Okay, I will," Annabelle promised, her voice barely above a whisper. She bid her brother goodnight before ending the call, her mind spinning with worry.