She needed money. He needed a wife. Neither expected to fall in love. When Adele’s mother is diagnosed with ovarian cancer, her world shatters. A struggling waitress burdened with debt, she is desperate to save the only family she has. Then Julian Hawthorne—a cold, powerful billionaire—offers her a solution: marry him for two years in exchange for enough money to cover her mother’s surgery and her family’s future. But the contract comes with rules: No emotional attachments No public scandals And above all, don’t fall in love Julian’s motive? To stop his manipulative ex-wife from claiming custody of their son and ruining his business again. With Adele by his side, he can appear stable and reformed. But as their fake marriage crosses boundaries, buried truths and long-forgotten wounds rise to the surface. Adele is no longer just a pawn—and Julian’s control begins to crack. Between scheming enemies, whispered secrets, and a passion that refuses to stay fake, what started as a transaction might become something neither of them planned for- real.
もっと見るAdele's ears rang as Julian kicked in the already open door. A man in a mousy grey suit jumped out of his seat and skidded backwards, almost toppling over his high chair.His voice trembled as he spoke. “Mr. Hawthorne sir! Mrs. Hawthorne. I'm so sorry we're meeting under such dire circums—”“Where's my son, Mr House?” Julian charged towards him, arms outstretched.Adele shoved herself between the two men. “Please, Julian. This isn't helping”Julian narrowed his eyes at her and stepped back, pulling his arm back and punching the plastic globe balanced on its stand. It clattered to the ground with a loud noise.The principal cowered in a corner, wheezing.“Can we…can we sit down please? Mr Hawthorne, I'm very sorry this is happening, but we have it all under control, I promise you ““So you can tell me where exactly he is now?”“Not exactly sir, but—”“How then do you have this under control?” Julian seethed. He pressed a palm against his forehead and sighed. He loosened his tie and
“Just put your feet up and rest” That's what the doctor said. Adele paced up and down in the kitchen. The sunlight spilled through the windows, illuminating her olive skin. She pulled open the fridge doors and scowled at the contents. She took a bottle of water and shut the fridge, her hand lingering on the handle. Ronnie's perfume still hung in the air. Julian will be home soon. She had tried to convince Ronnie to stay for dinner, but that didn't go to plan. Ronnie had a date, or so she said. Adele felt it was because of Julian. Ronnie couldn't stand him. Adele didn't know if she should try to change her mind. She barely knew the man. She also wasn't planning on sticking around long enough to know him. Yet as her mind echoed those words, she felt a little tug in her gut. What could it possibly be? She told herself she wasn't in love with this man. She just felt sorry the other night. She decided to cook for him. A little “Thank you, I'm sorry” present, then they'll
ADELE'S POV I woke up in a cold sweat. My ears were ringing. I sat up and looked around. My throat felt raw and I tasted something metallic. My eyes adjusted to my surroundings. The black silk sheets felt different. It took me about five seconds before it hit me. I'm in Julian's room. Panic filled my chest and I ran my fingers through my matted hair, trying to recall the events of the night before. Pain shot up my arm and I flinched. My right hand was wound delicately in gauze. My fingernails were stained with streaks of blood. Dead flesh was stuck under my fingernails. What happened to me? Vomit surged up my throat. I swung my feet off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I tried to retch into the toilet seat but most of it got on the white tiles. Shit! I peered into the mirror. My reflection stared back at me–hollow eyes and matted hair. I looked like hell. The brown robe I had on was several sizes bigger. They were definitely not mine. I wondered how I got
Celeste pulled her hoodie tighter around her head as she counted the floors in the elevator. She stopped at her floor and looked around furtively before sprinting down the hall into her room. The lights were off. She could have sworn she left them on. Something wasn't right. She flicked the light on and froze. Fear shot up her spine in wicked waves. “Hello Celeste. It's been a long time” The first man in the suit greeted her with a mirthless smile. Her throat felt dry. “How did you find me?” She squawked, backing up against the door. “Running isn't an option, Celeste. You of all people should know that by now” the second man in suit chipped in. He was bigger and more intimidating than the first man. “But…I did everything you asked! My debt has been repaid” Both men chuckled and shook their heads. The first man spoke, the smile on his face gone. “You'll always be indebted to us, Celeste.” She shook her head in disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes. “Please–” “Sit
Adele burst into Julian's office – eyes stinging with tears.Her shirt sleeve snagged on the doorknob and she yanked it away, ripping it right off her arm. Her eyes searched the dark room. He wasn't there. His rich leather throne sat unoccupied.She whirled around and ran down the hallway, bare feet slapping against the cold marble. “Julian!!” Her throat felt raw.“Show your face, you heartless son of a–”She collided with a wall of muscle, stumbling back. Something spilled down her front. Cold. Acrid. Whiskey.Julian caught her waist before she fell but she shoved him away, standing toe to toe with him.“Where is he? What did you do with him??” She screamed into his face.He just stood there, wineglass in hand. Silent and brooding.“Answer me! WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR SON?” her fists pounded against his chest.Julian's face broke into a mirthless smile.“You're right, Miss Rivers. He's my son. What I do with him is none of your business.”Adele's eyes widened and she took a step bac
The smoke curled around her feet, stinging her eyes and burning her lungs.She ran barefoot to the red door and flung it open. Flames burst through, licking her wrist.She had to save them. Her brother's scream echoed through her lungs.Adele turned and ran to her brother’s room. She grabbed the handle—and slipped. Her legs wouldn’t move fast enough. Her chest was tight. Burning.I can’t let them die again.Her brain screamed it.She heard her father’s voice—warped and distant.She opened her mouth to scream but choked. The smell of burning flesh filled her throat.You’re too late again. This is all on you.That cruel, taunting voice inside her head.Adele woke up coughing.The smoke was still there. But it wasn’t from the fire.It was coming from the kitchen.She threw the sheets off. Tripped on her dress.“Shit—”She wrestled it off, grabbed a loose blue shirt, shoved it over her head, and ran out of the room—heart racing, throat raw.Julian was pacing in the kitchen, phone pressed
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