THE BILLIONAIRE'S CONTRACT WIFE
DramaCEOIntelligentHidden IdentityFirst LovePregnantRunaway with a BabyContemporaryFinance
She signed divorce papers pregnant and left with nothing. Three years later she returns as S the ghost designer every empire wants with his grey eyed heir.
For three years Aria Sinclair was the perfect contract wife to Lorenzo Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Global. Quiet housewife outside, but in secret she was S, founder of Atelier S, saving his company behind the scenes.
The night she plans to tell him she's pregnant, his first love returns from the dead.
Seraphina Vale. Presumed dead. Now dying with six months to live and one last wish: to marry Lorenzo.
Out of guilt, Lorenzo asks Aria for a divorce. Broken, Aria signs, hides her pregnancy, and flees to London. She gives birth to Leo alone and builds Atelier S into a global empire with Rhys Carter the boy she once saved, now a gallery owner who wants to be a father to Leo.
Three years later Blackwood Global is collapsing in Europe. Only Atelier S can save it. Lorenzo is shocked to see Aria in his New York boardroom cold, powerful, untouchable with a small boy who has his piercing grey eyes.
>Old feelings ignite. But two truths will destroy everything: Seraphina's illness is a 50,000 euro fraud and she can never give him an heir.
As Seraphina sabotages, leaks photos, and stalks their secret Soho loft, Aria must protect her son and empire. And when Rhys proposes, who will she choose her past, or the man who truly stood by her?
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Chapter: CHAPTER 20 — THE PRESCHOOL Lorenzo didn't sleep.Marcus watched him at 2 AM still in the tuxedo shirt from the gala, holding a small red toy car.It was Leo's fast one. The one Leo had left on the balcony table last night after Lorenzo gave it back. On purpose."Run it," Lorenzo said.Marcus frowned. "Sir?""Run the boy. Leo S. Age four and a half. Mother Aria Sinclair, Atelier S. I want everything.""That's— sir, that's Aria's son."Lorenzo looked up. His grey eyes were bloodshot."I know."He put the car down carefully."And don't tell her I asked."At 8:30 AM, Aria was late.Paris flight was 6 AM tomorrow. Last fitting before Paris was 9 AM. Leo's preschool started at 8 AM and Mrs. Patel was still sick.She ran into Little Acorns on 72nd, Leo's hand in hers. He was in his little blue uniform, backpack bigger than him, only one red car inside. The strong one."Mis
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Chapter: CHAPTER 19 — THE GREY EYES The flight to Paris was delayed.Seraphina stared at the notification on her phone. DELAYED — NEXT AVAILABLE 6AM TOMORROW.Then the second notification right beneath it.Blackwood Children's Charity Gala — Tonight 8PM. As Atelier S founder, you're on the guest list. — VanessaShe had planned to be in the air by now. After last night — after the pearl dress, after Lorenzo had looked at her like she was a stranger he wanted to memorize — she needed distance.Distance was not happening.A soft knock hit her bedroom door."Mama?"Leo stood there in his pajamas, holding his two red cars. One in each hand, like always."Mrs. Patel is sick," he whispered. "She has a cold and can't come."Seraphina knelt. "I know, love.""So can I come with you to the work party?"She wanted to say no. The Blackwood Gala was full of cameras, full of people who knew Lorenzo Blackwood. The las
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Chapter: CHAPTER 18 — THE PEARL STITCH The pearls needed 40 hours.I had 36 hours before Paris flight.Three dresses on the rack. One-shoulder with pearl slit — the one she cut. Two others still needing hand stitching.Lorenzo did not leave for Blackwood Tower. He stayed in the loft kitchen, on laptop, CEO calls on mute.Rhys left at 7 AM. "Gallery opening. If board troubles you, call safe choice."Safe choice. He kept saying it.At 9 AM, Mrs. Patel video-called. Not for soup. For pearls."My girl, you are doing pearl stitch wrong!" she shouted from London kitchen. "You learned in Shoreditch, you forgot!"She held up her own needle. "Loop, pull, not too tight! Like when Leo was on your back and you sewed bedsheet!"I smiled first time since 5:17 AM viral photo.Leo sat on the floor, two red cars, watching Mrs. Patel on my phone."Grandma Patel!" he said."My prince! You have cold? I bring soup on plane?"
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Chapter: CHAPTER 17 — THE BOARD WAKES UPThe photo went viral at 5:17 AM.I did not sleep. I sewed.Lorenzo slept on the couch. One arm over his eyes. Suit jacket on the floor. White shirt wrinkled.Leo slept in the small room. Two red cars under his pillow. Breathing hard because of his cold.My phone started buzzing at 5:17 AM. Not one buzz. Many.Vogue PR: Aria, are you seeing this?Rhys: Do not look at comments. I am coming.Marcus: Board emergency call 6 AM. They saw photo.Same photo as last night. Leo in red car t-shirt, Lorenzo holding Lightning's brother. Grey eyes clear.New caption: *Blackwood Heir Confirmed? Atelier S Founder's Secret Son at Table One Gala — Same Grey Eyes.*3,000 comments."That's his son.""Atelier S lied about being anonymous?""Who is the father — Blackwood or the gallery guy?"I turned the phone off.At 6:00 AM, knock.Rhys. Gallery blazer again. E
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Chapter: CHAPTER 16 — THE FLASH The flash blinded Leo first.He flinched in my arms, his small hands grabbing my black dress."Mama, lightning!"It was not lightning. White car. Window down. Long lens.Rhys moved first. His gallery blazer opened wide like a shield."No photos of the child!" he shouted.Second flash. Third.Lorenzo did not shout. He walked straight to the white car in the rain. Three steps. Calm.He knocked on the window. The driver rolled it down, scared.Lorenzo said something low. I could not hear. He took the camera from the man's hands, removed the memory card, put the camera back. He gave the man cash. A lot.The car drove away fast.He walked back to us, the memory card in his fist, and snapped it.Leo was still in my arms, watching him. Grey eyes to grey eyes."Dad broke the lightning?" Leo whispered."Yes," Lorenzo said. Not CEO voice. Dad voice. "No more
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Chapter: CHAPTER 15 — THE GREY EYES GALAThe invitation came at 4 PM.Black velvet envelope. Gold letters.Blackwood Children's Charity Gala - Tonight The Plaza 8 PMTable One: Mr. Lorenzo Blackwood + Guest + Atelier S Founder SNot requested. Forced."Board says if Atelier S wants the 40% upfront for Paris, S appears tonight," Marcus said on the phone. "One hour only."I looked at the three dresses on the rack. The pearl slit still needed 20 more hours."One hour," I said. "And Leo stays here. No press.""He stays with me," Rhys said.At 7:45 PM, we arrived at The Plaza. Me in black — the first dress I sewed in Shoreditch and sold. Rhys in his gallery blazer. Lorenzo in a black suit at Table One.He did not look at me first. He looked at the empty chair next to Rhys."Leo is not here," I said before he could ask. "He has a cold."His jaw tightened.The charity video started. Children in hospitals. Do
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