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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

The outburst

Edwards woke up in a dimly lit room, the weight of guilt weighing heavily on his conscience. The events of the previous night floated back into his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of shame for his actions.

He slowly untangled himself from the woman's embrace, careful not to wake her. He dressed quickly, his movements hurried as he tried to escape the private room he had booked. But not before leaving a note and a bundle of cash on the table for the woman, a small gesture to alleviate his guilt.

As he made his way out of the lounge, the early morning light greeted him, casting a soft glow over the empty streets. Edwards checked his wristwatch, noting the early hour of 4am. The drive back home was quiet and uneventful, the roads devoid of any traffic.