Novels by Anjie Ella

CHAPTER 5 Amara’s POV The next morning, I stood outside Jude Monroe’s office with the signed contract in my hands. I had barely slept. But I wasn’t changing my mind. I had already made my decision. I walked inside. Jude was sitting behind his desk. His eyes went straight to the folder in my hands. “You signed it.” I placed it in front of him. “Yes.” He opened it and looked at my signature. For a few seconds, he said nothing. Then he closed the folder. “Thank you.” I frowned. “That’s it?” “What did you expect?” “I don’t know. Maybe you would say something.” He leaned back. “You made your decision. I respect it.” I nodded. “Good.” He looked at me. “Are you sure?” I hesitated. “I’ve already said yes.” “That wasn’t my question.” I knew what he meant. I looked down. “I’m nervous.” “That’s normal.” “I’ve never done anything like this before.” “Neither have I.” I looked at him. “You’re a billionaire. I’m sure you’ve

CHAPTER 5 Amara’s POV The next morning, I stood outside Jude Monroe’s office with the signed contract in my hands. I had barely slept. But I wasn’t changing my mind. I had already made my decision. I walked inside. Jude was sitting behind his desk. His eyes went straight to the folder in my hands. “You signed it.” I placed it in front of him. “Yes.” He opened it and looked at my signature. For a few seconds, he said nothing. Then he closed the folder. “Thank you.” I frowned. “That’s it?” “What did you expect?” “I don’t know. Maybe you would say something.” He leaned back. “You made your decision. I respect it.” I nodded. “Good.” He looked at me. “Are you sure?” I hesitated. “I’ve already said yes.” “That wasn’t my question.” I knew what he meant. I looked down. “I’m nervous.” “That’s normal.” “I’ve never done anything like this before.” “Neither have I.” I looked at him. “You’re a billionaire. I’m sure you’ve

CHAPTER 4 Amara’s POV I want you to marry me. Those words kept ringing in my head. I heard them again and again. Even after I left Jude’s office. Even while Ethan drove me home. Even when I stared out of the car window and tried to think about anything else. Nothing worked. I want you to marry me. I looked down at the contract in my hands. One year. That was all Jude wanted. One year of being his wife. In return, he would pay my mother’s debt and help keep the restaurant open. It sounded simple. But it didn’t feel simple. Ethan stopped the car in front of my apartment. He turned off the engine and looked at me. “You haven’t said a word for ten minutes.” “I don’t know what to say.” “You don’t have to say anything.” I looked at the contract. “I can’t believe this is real.” “I know.” “He barely knows me.” “I know.” “And he wants to marry me.” Ethan gave a small smile. “You’ve mentioned that part a few times.” I sighed. “I’

CHAPTER 3 Amara’s POV The next morning, I stood in front of my mirror for almost ten minutes. I had no idea what to wear. I was going to meet Jude Monroe. A billionaire. Someone I had only heard about from Ethan. Someone who might be able to save my mother’s restaurant. I finally chose a simple dress and tied my hair back. Before leaving, I checked my phone. A message from Ethan was waiting. Ethan: I’m outside. I grabbed my bag and left. When I got downstairs, Ethan was waiting beside his car. He looked at me and smiled. “You look nervous.” “I am nervous.” “You don’t need to be.” “You’re asking me to meet your billionaire boss. Of course I’m nervous.” He laughed. “He’s just a person.” “A very rich person.” “That too.” I got into the car. As we drove through the city, I looked out the window. My mind kept going back to the restaurant. The debt. The woman who had asked about the land. And my mother’s strange reaction when I tol

CHAPTER 2 Amara’s POV Few days before Jude Monroe asked me to become his wife, I thought the biggest problem in my life was finding enough money to keep my mother’s restaurant open. I was wrong. That morning, I was standing behind the restaurant counter when a man dropped a letter in front of me. “Your mother needs to sign this.” I looked at the envelope. “Why?” The man crossed his arms. “Because you haven’t paid what you owe.” My stomach tightened. “I thought we still had time.” “You did.” I picked up the letter. “How much time?” “Until Friday.” I looked at him. “Friday?” He nodded. “If the payment isn’t made by Friday, the restaurant goes into another process.” I stared at him. “What process?” He didn’t answer right away. Then he said, “You could lose the place.” My fingers tightened around the letter. “No.” “I’m only telling you what you need to know.” “This restaurant belongs to my mother.” “Then she should have paid t

CHAPTER 1 Amara’s POV “I want you to marry me.” The glass in my hand almost slipped. I stared at the man sitting across from me. Jude Monroe. Twenty-four years old. Billionaire. And completely serious. I looked at Ethan. My cousin was sitting beside Jude, looking like he wished he could disappear. “Did he just say he wants me to marry him?” I asked. Ethan cleared his throat. “Yes.” I looked back at Jude. “You’re joking.” “I’m not.” Jude’s voice was calm. “I want you to marry me, Amara.” I put the glass down. “Why?” “I need a wife.” I almost laughed. “You need a wife?” “Yes.” “And you called me here for that?” Jude nodded. I looked at Ethan again. “You told me your boss could help with my mother’s restaurant.” “He can,” Ethan said. “Then why am I being asked to marry him?” Jude leaned back in his chair. “My grandmother is sick.” I became quiet. “She raised me after my parents died,” he continued. “She has one final w