LOGINJennifer Benz is 24, orphaned, and surviving as a tutor after her aunt Ravenna stole her parents’ company and reduced her to a maid in her own home. When an email from Loriss Corp offers her a 2-year contract to pose as the bride of ruthless CEO David Loriss, she takes it. She needs the money to fight back. He needs a wife to secure his inheritance. David, 33, is cold, powerful, and allergic to emotion. His parents will only hand over the company if he marries in 30 days. Jennifer is broke, compliant, and easy to control. Perfect. The rules are clear: 1. No intimacy. 2. No questions about his past. 3. Divorce after 2 years. But the contract is lying. Clause 7 voids the payout if she falls in love. And falling is inevitable when David starts protecting her from sabotage, media leaks, and Harry Argent — David’s rival who claims he can prove Jennifer’s parents were murdered. As Jennifer digs, she finds her parents’ names in David’s old files, a hidden contract in his safe, and proof that Ravenna sold the company to cover gambling debts. Every truth puts a target on her back. David’s parents force him to choose: the company or Jennifer. Harry frames Jennifer for theft and has her arrested. And David walks into court and breaks Clause 7 himself: “I married her for love.” After 2 years, the lease ends. The company is restored to Jennifer. The killers are exposed. But when the contract is over, David slides a ring across the table and asks if she’s ready for the real thing.
View More*Chapter 10The hotel room was quiet for the first time in weeks. No sirens. No gunfire. No red dots on glass. Just the low hum of the Geneva city lights outside and the weight of everything unsaid between them. Jennifer set her bag down and turned to face David. “Talk,” she said. David closed the door and leaned against it, like he needed the frame to stay upright. He looked tired in a way that had nothing to do with lack of sleep. “Clause Seven,” he said. “If either of us falls for the other, the contract voids. You lose the company, the money, the protection.” Jennifer nodded. “I know what it says.” “And you asked if we make it through this, we’d talk about it.” Jennifer stepped closer. “So talk.” David ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t offer you a clean answer, Jennifer. Because I don’t know when it stopped being about the contract.” Jennifer’s breath caught. “When was it about the contract?” she asked quietly. David looked at her like she’d just asked
*Chapter 9:The Geneva lake water was freezing. Jennifer swam until her lungs burned, dragging herself onto the rocky shore a hundred yards from the safe house. Her clothes clung to her, heavy and cold. The USB drive in her jacket pocket felt like the only thing keeping her alive. Behind her, gunfire cracked once, twice. Then silence. She didn’t look back. She ran. Geneva at 2 AM was empty and wet. Jennifer moved through back alleys, following the route David had drilled into her two weeks ago during “contingency training” she’d thought was paranoia. _If you ever have to file alone, go to the International Court of Arbitration. Side entrance. The Night Guard's name is Lukas. Say “Clause Nine.”_ She didn’t know if Lukas would still be there. She didn’t know if the court was already compromised. She only knew that if she stopped, David died. The court building was dark, but the side door had a faint blue light above it. Security. Jennifer pounded on it. A moment la
*Chapter 8The jet hit turbulence over the Alps and Jennifer’s stomach dropped with it. She hadn’t slept in 36 hours. The USB drive felt hot in her pocket, like it was burning through the fabric to remind her what was inside. David sat across from her, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, staring at the encrypted tablet on his lap. He hadn’t spoken since they left the safe house. “David,” she said finally. He looked up. “Not now.” “When, then?” “When we’re not 30,000 feet up with a compromised flight plan.” Jennifer leaned back, closing her eyes. The last message still burned behind her eyelids: _It’s over, Jennifer._ It wasn’t over. Not while she was breathing. Two hours later, the jet touched down at Geneva’s private terminal. Rain slicked the tarmac, and two armored SUVs waited under the floodlights. David’s head of security, Marcus, opened the door. “Perimeter’s clean,” Marcus said. “But we’ve got chatter. Argent’s people landed an hour ago.” David helped Jennifer
*Chapter 7The sirens were getting closer. Jennifer stared at the photo on her phone—David in the safe room doorway, gun in hand, jaw set like he was ready to burn the building down to keep her safe. Below it, the message glowed: _Your contract ends tonight. Clause 7 is in effect._ “Do you think I have?” she’d asked him. David hadn’t answered. Now he was moving, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the hidden stairwell behind the safe room. “Second shooter is on floor 41,” he said into his earpiece. “Seal the elevators. Get Ms. Benz to the roof.” Jennifer yanked her arm free. “I’m not running to the roof while you stay here and play hero.” “You don’t have a choice,” David said. “Clause 7 isn’t just about money. If you fall for me, the board can claim the marriage was fraudulent from the start. They can void the partnership restoration. Ravenna gets the company back.” Jennifer stopped cold. “So this is about the company,” she said. “It always was.” David’s eyes






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