EX BOYFRIEND’S UNCLE CONTRACTED WIFE
Whatever Gavin Pierre wants, he gets.
And now… he wants Jessie Turner.
20 year old Jessie Turner spent a wild passionate night in a stranger’s bed.
However, the next morning, what seemed like passionate night soon leaves an awry aftertaste in her mouth as she wakes up with no memory of how she ended up in the stranger’s bed!
Five years later, Jessie finds herself in a desperate situation- she needs to find a way to save her dying mother!
Desperate, she runs around the city in search of help and ends up in front of her ex, Ryan Cookie.
Despite her pleas for help, Ryan Cookie rejects and refuses to help her.
Just when she thought all hope was lost, the man she slept with five years ago- now a cold hearted billionaire- Gavin Pierre, steps back into her life.
However, he is not back for good. Gavin bears a hateful grudge against Jessie and now- he wants his revenge!
Despite knowing that Gavin Pierre harbors a great hate for her, Jessie turns to him for help to save his mother, Gavin decides to help her on a condition… She must sign a marriage contract!
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Chapter: PayrollWhile Jessie gripped the bedsheets, biting into her pillow to keep her sobs from reaching her mom, Gavin was laying watch on his phone. As usual, Viktor was an excellent executor, the news had blown up as he expected.He had set the internet ablaze for the third time this year, not that he enjoyed being on the news but some things cannot be avoided especially if the public made it a point to be interested in your life.On the Sunday morning when the news had blown up, Gavin stood a few feet from his laptop on the table with a cup of black coffee in hand, his gaze unwavering on the screen.With each passing second, he watched the article explode, stirring the internet awake.On the left hand side, his phone was buzzing with calls and messages too many to reply, not that he was interested in any of them. Franklyn barged into the room, the disapproval in his expression met with Gavin's darkened eyes, and for a moment none of them spoke to the other. Tensed silence settled over the roo
Last Updated: 2024-10-09
Chapter: BaitChapter 75Gavin leaned against the kitchen counter, staring blankly at the black coffee in front of him. It was his only food for the last few days. Black coffee to keep awake, hot whiskey to keep his mind from Jessie. The closer he came to finding Remi Martin’s associate, the more tricky the case became. The events of the late fee days replayed in his mind, a relentless loop of anger and frustration. After waiting for five days (which seemed like forever to him) Gavin came up with an idea. If someone was really out to get his wife, then he had to fish him out, and what better was there to bait a fish than to use the very thing the fish wanted.What he wasn’t aware of was how deeply hurt he had made the bait. What he didn’t know was how devastated he had left the bait.The door creaked open and Franklyn walked in, his face almost scrunched up in tears. Gavin paused, observing his demeanor. “What happened?”“That was unnecessary!” Franklyn yelled, “Why do we have to do it this w
Last Updated: 2024-10-08
Chapter: Love lostGavin arrived his safe house at mid day. The house was filled with cobwebs mirroring how long it had been since he last stepped foot there. For a brief moment, he had thought his life had become stable, how wrong he was.He dropped his last luggage in the one room apartment and slumped into the dusty couch. For some reason, his head was about to explode from thinking about Jessie. He knew that leaving her behind was a risky, reckless decision, but it was for the best. Or so he wanted to believe. He thought that clinging onto Jessie was going to expose her to more danger, but if he quickly discarded her, he figured, no, hoped— he hoped that if he discarded her, they would ask him for something else. Never in his life had he ever attacked a problem without waiting it out for a few days. So his first plan here was to wait… but other than that, he came here to quietly investigate which of Remi Martin’s associates wanted his wife.And so, work began.The week passed by in such a blur
Last Updated: 2024-10-08
Chapter: Maybe it was retribution, maybe it wasn’t Jessie stood outside the gate of her mother’s house (well, technically her house because she bought it.) She never thought she’d see the day when going home felt so difficult. She in fact bought this house because she was so eager to leave Gavin. Funny how life can deceive us.A sad smile crossed her face as she thought about that day, not too long ago. Falling for Gavin had happened so suddenly, in a way she never expected. Maybe she had always loved him, or maybe it wasn’t love. Maybe it was pity, maybe it was guilt. Whatever it was, she always found herself wondering how he was doing. Whenever his name popped up in the news, she always found herself rooting for him. Maybe it was retribution. Maybe it wasn’t. But now that they had confirmed their feelings for each other, was that what he expected of her? To stand by and watch him suffer from a distance. Gavin had once mentioned that he fancied her from their first night together, but didn’t ever act on it to protect her from
Last Updated: 2024-10-07
Chapter: His first panic attackGavin had faced many oppositions in his life and every time he conquered. One time he was cursed with a hateful accountant, and that year his finances were in shambles, still he didn’t fall. The other time, he had to navigate a hostile takeover attempt by a rival company. Everyone told him he would lose it all— his business, his wealth. Even Aunt Meryl out of empathy, started cleaning his old room in the family house. Yet, despite the odds, Gavin came out successful. Despite knowing all these, despite being the same Gavin who went all in, and came out victorious. This time felt different. Like he wouldn’t survive it this time.In moments like this, normal people had the encouraging words of a friend or loved one ringing in their minds. But what did Gavin have? What played in his mind? The cruel voice of Candace Remington, telling him: “The Devil of Darion Town has something to protect, which also means he has something to lose… something that can be taken.”Painfully, she was
Last Updated: 2024-10-07
Chapter: Tragic endingChapter 71Gavin clenched his fist so tight his fingers dig into his palms. He was one breath away from punching this damn Don Corleone wannabe in the face. How dare he? But something held him back— it wasn’t fear. It was actually discipline. Jessie had once told him that violence never solved anything. Even if he was boiling inside, Gavin released a deep breath, his eyes spoke volumes but he held back. “Who is this your good friend?” He asked, his voice hoarse.“I can’t say,” Remi Martin replied, “But I can assure you, your wife will be safe.”The more Gavin tried to understand this, the harder it was for him. Was this man suggesting that he gave out his wife to service another man for the night? Is that what he was insinuating?“Unfortunately,” he said barely restraining him himself, “I don’t share, Remi.“ Remi Martin smiled a sly smile, nodding his head in agreement. “No man wants to share his wife, Mr. Pierre, I agree. I’ll go talk to my friend one more time. Like I told yo
Last Updated: 2024-09-30
Chapter: For nowThe air in Conference Room 2 was too clean. Too still.Belle sat at the far end of the table, perfectly composed in a cream blazer, her posture regal, one ankle crossed over the other. No coffee. No phone. Just her purse, neatly zipped.She looked like someone who came to close a deal. Not destroy a daughter.Cillian held the door open as Benita walked in first.Belle’s eyes didn’t move. But her voice cut like satin.“I was beginning to think you’d make me wait all night.”Benita didn’t sit. “Why are you here?”“To tell you the truth,” Belle said, clasping her hands. “Before someone else does.”Cillian narrowed his eyes. “What truth?”Belle’s gaze moved to him, and for the first time, there was something almost… human in it. Not kindness. Not regret.Weariness.“You think Isla was working alone?” she asked.Silence.“She was handed those sealed files,” Belle continued. “Anonymously, yes—but not without influence. And not without motive.”Benita felt her stomach lurch. “You gave them t
Last Updated: 2025-07-29
Chapter: Shanon is here He didn’t want to be here.Not in her apartment. Not at the table. And definitely not across from the man who’d once tried to buy the life Cillian had nearly died building.But he was here. Because Benita had asked. Because she’d said it wasn’t a trap or a reconciliation, just a conversation. And because—despite the years spent pushing people away—he was learning that some fights weren’t worth picking if trust was going to mean anything.Still, he watched the door like it might open on a ghost.Benita was plating grilled fish in the kitchen, her movements easy, controlled. She hadn’t dressed up—just a dark top and soft pants—but she looked like herself. Not tense. Not flustered. Not the woman preparing to be ambushed.That, somehow, made it worse.“How long ago did he call?” Cillian asked, voice low.“Yesterday morning.” She placed a bowl of roasted vegetables on the table. “He said he wanted to speak in person. Apologize. See if there was a way to… reset.”Cillian frowned. “And you b
Last Updated: 2025-07-29
Chapter: Something newShe wasn’t used to this quiet.Not the absence of noise—God knew her phone still buzzed every hour with emails and “urgent-but-not-really” calls—but the stillness inside. The way her mind wasn’t sprinting toward damage control or doubling back to retrace a lie. She wasn’t bracing for the next blow.It felt unnatural.Like standing in the eye of a storm that forgot to finish what it started.Benita leaned against the railing of the foundation’s rooftop terrace, the late afternoon sun casting a copper sheen across the city skyline. Behind her, the glass doors to the office were open just enough to let through the muffled sound of Syl’s voice on another logistics call. Kent had gone to meet with city contractors. And Cillian…He was downstairs, in a boardroom, being offered something that could either anchor them or split the entire building down the middle.A grant. A government grant with strings so fine they might as well be thread around a neck.She exhaled.Tried not to picture him
Last Updated: 2025-07-28
Chapter: A perfect ending It was strange how still the world felt.Not silent—Oakland never was. But still in that quiet way a house feels when someone’s finally moved out. Like the energy that used to cling to every corner had exhaled and let go.Benita stood in her apartment, barefoot on the wood floor, a half-empty cup of tea forgotten in her hand. The windows were open. Somewhere outside, a siren wailed. Someone was laughing on a balcony nearby.It should’ve felt like an ordinary day.But nothing had been ordinary in weeks.She walked to the counter, set the cup down, and pulled her hair up into a loose bun. Her fingers moved without thought—muscle memory and instinct. That’s what she was clinging to lately. The small things. Routines. Repetition. Anything that said you’re still here, even if the sky has changed.The article had gone viral within hours.Not Cillian’s. Isla’s.But it wasn’t rage that carried it this time. No wildfire of think pieces or viral hashtags. No soundbites designed to rupture reput
Last Updated: 2025-07-27
Chapter: After the silence She had forgotten what silence felt like when it wasn’t punishment.No cameras. No calls. No deadlines scratching at the edge of her mind. Just the soft hum of morning and the scrape of toast against a ceramic plate.Cillian was sitting at the other end of the kitchen island, scrolling through a structural draft like it might solve a problem he hadn’t yet named. His sleeves were rolled to the forearms. His hair was still wet from the shower. And for once, the air between them didn’t feel like a standoff.Benita took a bite of toast and watched him over her mug.“How many hours of sleep?” she asked.Cillian didn’t look up. “Enough.”“Liar.”That got a twitch of a smile. Small. But there.“I’ll sleep after the zoning appeal,” he muttered.“Sure. And I’ll stop worrying after I forget how.” She leaned her chin into her palm. “You know it’s okay to let yourself be still, right?”“I’m sitting, aren’t I?”“Your shoulders haven’t dropped since sunrise.”He looked up at that. Really looked.It
Last Updated: 2025-07-27
Chapter: CillianHe hadn’t expected the morning to feel like anything.Not after the last few weeks—every dawn breaking over new headlines, every silence heavy with questions no one wanted to ask out loud. But today… today, there was something still in the air. Not peace exactly. Not yet. But a lull. A pause.And Cillian had learned, over the years, that a pause was something to hold onto.He stood at the edge of the construction site just after sunrise, boots on uneven gravel, watching the early crew unload timber. The noise was low. Efficient. Familiar.Work had always been the closest thing he had to prayer.He shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and turned slightly as a familiar voice called his name.Kent.Jogging toward him with two coffees and a tired smile.“I figured you’d be here,” Kent said, passing one over.Cillian took it with a nod. “Figured you’d still be asleep.”“Sleep’s for people who aren’t being hunted by tabloid sharks,” Kent muttered.“Still?” Cillian asked.Kent shrugged. “I
Last Updated: 2025-07-26
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