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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 troubling phone call.

Edward woke up the next morning feeling weak, his head pounding with a hangover from last night's debauchery. The room was dimly lit, heavy curtains drawn to keep out the piercing morning light. He groaned as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, each movement making his head throb more intensely. With a deep sigh, he forced himself to stand and shuffled towards the bathroom.

The tiles were cool beneath his feet, a small relief to his pounding headache. He splashed cold water on his face, the chill shocking him slightly more awake. As he stared at his reflection, he saw the dark circles under his eyes and the pale, drawn look of his skin. "You look like hell," he muttered to himself.