She signed on to save a life. not lose her heart. For sixty million pesos, Fiona Generys signs on for a deal she never thought possible pretend to be the loving wife of tycoon Charles Billion. It's business. He wants a bride to inherit his grandmother's estate. She requires the money to rescue her adopted child from cancer. The rules are simple: no emotions, no attachments, and walk away when the contract ends. But the heart has no rules. Behind the cameras and expertly choreographed affection, something hidden starts to happen. Charles, who was once cold and calculating, starts to melt. Fiona, who was supposed to protect her heart, starts to imagine a life that might be real. Then Marie is lovely, serene, and inseparable from Charles. with a little girl who addresses him as "Papa." Jealousy seethes. Secrets unravel. And when Fiona discovers the truth behind Charles's carefully constructed illusion, the line between love and betrayal is broken. Was it all just a transaction? Or did she accidentally become the one thing he never planned for his greatest love?
Lihat lebih banyakThe Grand Aurelio Hotel's lights glowed like gold in the Manila night sky. Glass spires glittered. Smiles cost more than Fiona's whole closet. The red carpet was no metaphor—it existed.
Fiona hitched up the hem of her borrowed, too-tight, too-revealing sapphire slip. She got out of the car with shaky legs and borrowed nerve.
“I shouldn’t be here,” she murmured, clutching her bag like a lifeline.
“Stop that,” Valeria Jayne whispered, looping her arm through Fiona’s. “You look like a goddess and you’re walking into Olympus. Head high, chest out. You’re with me, remember?”
“I’m a public school teacher with a dying daughter. These people own helicopters.”
Valeria snorted. "Exactly why I brought you. You need air. Hope. A miracle. Who knows—maybe you'll find someone who can write one."
Fiona didn't even have time to reply before they were engulfed by blinding lights, champagne giggles, and conversations laced with egos.
Inside the ballroom, chandeliers hung dripping with crystals. Waiters glided past trays of caviar and champagne. A string quartet performed something refined Fiona couldn't identify.
Valeria inched closer. "You see that man by the balcony?"
Fiona turned her way. A man stood alone among the glittering throng. Tall, expensively dressed in a black suit and no tie. Hair slicked back with effortless care. Hands in his pockets. Eyes like winter.
"That's Charles Billion," Valeria breathed. "Owns half of the production houses in Asia. You ever heard of Red Flame Studios? That's him."
"The Charles Billion?
Valeria nodded. "Billionaire. Producer. Philanthropist. Rumor has it, he can make or break a career in one phone call. Be careful, though—he doesn't smile. Ever."
Fiona was reaching to turn away—when he looked at her.
Their eyes met.
She froze. The sounds around her grew muffled.
And then—he began to walk towards her.
"Don't faint," Valeria muttered.
"Good evening," Charles said, voice deep, smooth, and faintly uninterested. "Valeria Jayne."
"Mr. Billion." Valeria smiled as though she had diamonds between her teeth. "Let me present my friend—Fiona Generys."
He looked at Fiona. That look—keen, inscrutable, but disconcertingly alert. "Fiona," he drawled, as though experimenting with the feel of her name on his lips.
She could only manage a nod. "Mr. Billion."
His gaze dropped—once. "Not in the business, are you?"
"No, sir."
"She's a teacher," Valeria contributed. "One of the best. She's also.a fighter."
Fiona flashed her a swift glare, but Charles arched a brow.
"Fighter?"
She paused. "Life throws punches. I throw back."
Something flashed in his eyes. Interest? Amusement? Approval?
He moved closer. "Tell me, Miss Generys. If life presented you with a shortcut—one you didn't ask for, didn't trust—would you take it?"
"Depends," she replied without winking. "Is someone else paying the price?"
He released the slightest exhalation of laughter. "Interesting answer."
She inclined her chin. "You don't seem like a man who does favors for favors."
He regarded her. "No," he replied. "I do leverage."
The air was wire-tight. A waiter came by, bearing champagne. Charles accepted one glass. Held it out to her.
She paused—then accepted.
Fingers touched.
He didn't release immediately.
Meanwhile.Charles Billion alone beside the glass-walled veranda of the Grand Aurelio, city lights sparkling below him like a grid of golden blood veins. The sound of clinking glasses and whispered egos buzzed behind him. He wasn't paying attention.
He remained focused on the woman with fire blazing in her eyes and defiance in her voice.
Fiona Generys.
She was a distortion in a universe of pretension—a broken porcelain vase that would not be gold-painted. And that, somehow, made her. unforgettable.
He raised his Château Margaux to his lips—when his phone rang.
"Lola Jamaica"
He groaned. "Can I not have one night without royal calling?" he grumbled, picking up the phone with a swipe.
"You're late, Charlie Boy," the voice growled in sharp Taglish. "And don't play dumb about not knowing that you're disobeying your mother once more. That lady has been bawling over your bachelor face for weeks."
"I wasn't informed that I had an appointment with catastrophe," he remarked sarcastically.
"Don't try to be clever with me, I created clever."
He pressed the bridge of his nose.
Bring me a granddaughter when?" she spat. "Or else, your fortune, forget it."
He blinked. "Excuse me?"
"You heard it. No wife, no inheritance. No kid, no cha-ching. Kiss your billions goodbye and live in a condo like the common mortal."
"Lola, that's blackmail.She sniffed. "It's legacy, Charles. I established this empire through blood, sweat, and papaya soap. I want my name to endure, and not in some corporate takeover. I want noise. Little feet. Grandchildren who shatter Ming dynasty vases!"
Charles breathed out. "You know you're crazy, right?"
"You say that like it's a shock. This family has weathered three scandals, four attempts on their lives, and your father's hairstyles. We are constructed of chaos. Now marry someone."
"There is no one," he replied stiffly, looking through the glass at Fiona once more.
"Liar. I saw that girl."
He went still. "What?"
"That woman in blue. The one who would rather eat her own arm than talk to you. That's the one.
Charles moved further onto the balcony. "How the hell do you—?"
"I may be 84, but I didn't pass away in the 70s, hijo. I have drones."
He coughed on his wine. "You. you have drones?"
"Don't be so melodramatic. I have a social media team. And Valeria tagged her on a story, and I saw you drooling like a lovesick frog. So. marry her."
"You are literally insane."
She waited. "What's her name?"
He hesitated.
"You already know her name," she said, triumphant. "Ha! Ha-ha! I knew it. You're toast."
"Goodnight, Lola."
"Get her number! Or I'm writing your inheritance into the dog's name!"
Click.
Charles glared at the black screen. Then at his wine. Then back at the ballroom.
"…I am not marrying a schoolteacher with god-tier cheekbones and sarcasm as a love language," he muttered. But something in him had already started to stir.
The next day
Fiona slept not.
Not because of Charles Billion—okay, not mainly—but because there was a fever spike at 2:00 AM with Liana, and Fiona was in an emergency ward for three hours holding a child who would not shut up and a heart that was already cracked open at the seams.
By morning, Fiona was fuelled by hospital coffee and obstinacy.
She was grading exam papers in the staff room when her phone rang.
Unknown Number:
Miss Fiona Generys, I would appreciate a meeting. Confidential. One hour. The Orchid Room, Aurelio Tower.
She blinked.
And then it buzzed again.
Unknown Number:
P.S. I am Charles Billion. I don't send flowers. I send invitations.
Her mouth fell open. "You've got to be kidding me."
Mr. 'I-Believe-In-Leverage' was text-texting her like she was applying for a job.
Valeria's voice rang in her head: "He never offers drinks to anyone."
Fiona gazed at her phone. Then, before she could dissuade herself, she grabbed her stuff.
Marie Drams gazed down at the phone in her hand, its weight suddenly more oppressive. Her fingers hovered over the screen, doubt gnawing at her determination for a moment. She had been putting this call off for weeks, the internalized doubt clinging to every choice she made refusing to dissuade her. But now, there was no other option. It had to be done.She pressed the screen, dialed the number, and waited. Her thoughts whirling with all she had to complete, all the plans that had to be in order. Her mind was sharper than a knife, icy and efficient. She had to regain what belonged to her. Her inheritance, her legacy, her daughter's future all of them hung on this. Fiona Generys didn't know what was waiting for her.The phone had rung twice before the icy, controlled tone of her lawyer came on the line."Marie, I hope everything is going to plan?" he inquired, his voice neutral but infused with curiosity.Her lips curled into a slow, cold smile. "Not yet," she said, her voice steady an
Marie took a slow breath, walking over to where Candy sat. She crouched down so they were eye level, her eyes softening, but her tone still calculated. "Candy, listen to me. This is important. The wedding Charles and Fiona’s wedding is coming up. Everything’s changing. This is our chance to get close to the Billion family. It’s our way in."Candy bit her lip, a little frown playing on her face. "But why do we need to get close to them? We have you, Mom. You’re the best."Marie’s heart twisted. She didn’t want to break her daughter’s spirit, but she needed Candy to understand. The world they had been living in was crumbling, and the Billion family was the only chance at redemption, at reclaiming what they had lost."Sweetheart," Marie began, her voice softening, "it’s not about us being enough. This is about power. You’ll understand when you’re older, but for now, just know this: when you’re part of the Billion family, no one can touch you. Everything changes. And I want you to be safe
But as Fiona looked into Charles’s eyes, something clicked inside her. She had no control over what the future held, no control over the forces that would try to pull them apart. But one thing she could control was her own heart. And for now, she chose to trust it.Charles broke the silence, his voice firm. “We’re ready, Jamaica. Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together.”Jamaica nodded, her lips curving into a small but approving smile. “Good,” she said, her tone softening. “But remember, I won’t be here to clean up your messes. You’re both adults now.” Her gaze flicked to Fiona, her eyes a little too sharp. “And this real connection? It will test you in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.”Fiona swallowed hard, the weight of her words sinking deep. She had always known that love wasn’t going to be enough, that it wasn’t some fairytale ending they were walking into. But hearing Jamaica say it so plainly hearing the truth of it made her heart ache in ways she hadn’t expected.She
“It wasn’t one moment,” he said, his voice quiet but unwavering. “It wasn’t just one thing that happened. It’s been a slow burn. From the very first time I saw you—the real you, Fiona. Not the one trying to fit into this world, or the one trying to pretend for others. But the you that cared about Liza. That looked out for her. The way you took on everything that came your way, no matter how hard. I couldn’t ignore that.”He paused, his thumb gently brushing over the back of her hand, the touch so soft it felt like he was caressing her soul.“As time went on,” he continued, “I saw the cracks, the hurt you were hiding. But you never let it stop you from doing what was right. You always put others first. And I admired that. But it wasn’t until the storm started getting worse that I realized I couldn’t just stand by and watch anymore. I couldn’t let you keep fighting this alone.”Fiona’s breath caught in her throat. The way he spoke, as if he had always known her, had always seen her not
“But what about everything else, Charles?” Her voice wavered slightly, and she quickly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, as if the motion could distract her from the flood of emotions threatening to spill over. “What about the contract? What about the future you’ve already mapped out for us?”“I don’t care about that anymore,” he said firmly, his thumb brushing across the back of her hand. “I don’t care about the legacy or the deal or the expectations. What I care about is you, Fiona. You’ve become more than I ever expected. More than I ever thought I needed.”She looked at him, her breath shallow, unsure of how to process the vulnerability in his eyes. “Charles,” she whispered, her heart tugging painfully at the weight of it all. “This is so much… I don’t know if I can… I don’t know how to be what you want.”His expression softened, and he moved even closer, until they were almost standing together, the air between them charged with something powerful. His fingers gently lifted
Charles watched her carefully as she walked toward the chair across from him, her movements deliberate but stiff. He hadn’t expected a flood of emotions or an outpouring of vulnerability; Fiona had never been one to wear her heart on her sleeve. But there was something about her something distant in her eyes that made him uneasy.“I know this wedding feels…” he began, hesitating, searching for the right words, “…like it's all happening too fast. I can feel it, too.”Fiona settled into the chair, her gaze focused on the polished desk between them, but her mind was elsewhere. "I don’t think it’s just the speed of it, Charles," she said, her voice quieter than usual. "It’s everything else. All of it. I’m being swept into a life I didn’t choose, a life that wasn’t mine to begin with." She looked up at him then, the edge of her words cutting through the thick tension in the room. “I don’t even know who I am in this anymore.”Charles’s face tightened. “I didn’t mean for you to feel that way
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