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Chapter Sixteen: Not So Innocent
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I didn’t move. I couldn’t. The photo still trembled in my hand—proof that everything I thought I knew was already unraveling. Andrew stood in the doorway, not furious. Not yelling. Just quiet. That was worse. “I asked you a question,” he said, stepping fully into the room, the door clicking shut behind him. “What are you doing in here?” My breath caught in my throat. “I needed answers.” His gaze dropped to the photo in my hand. And for the first time since I’d met Andrew Walker, he looked… exposed. “You’ve been watching me,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. “Even before the contract. Before we met.” Silence. The kind that presses in from all sides. Andrew exhaled slowly and walked past me, settling behind his desk. He didn’t try to take the photo or the folder from me. He just sat there, hands folded in front of him like this was any normal conversation. “I had to vet you,” he said eventually. “You think I’d go into a fake engagement with someone I haven’t looked int
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The morning after Bryan’s shadowy appearance on the street, I barely slept. I kept hearing that message on repeat: He’s watching. He never stopped. It wasn’t just fear anymore. It was fury—cold and sharp. Someone was manipulating things behind the scenes, trying to paint me as a fraud, a liar, maybe even worse. And if Susan really was the one who sent me the link to that blog post, then she knew more than she let on. Maybe she even had a hand in it. But none of it added up—yet. I wrapped my robe tighter around my body and paced the guest room, then opened my phone. Still no new messages. Susan’s number rang once and went dead again. Blocked. That was all the confirmation I needed. She was hiding something. Or someone was keeping her silent. I’d waited long enough. By mid-morning, Claire arrived with a tray of tea and toast, smiling politely but offering nothing else. “Andrew said he’ll be home by noon,” she said, setting the tray down on the coffee table. “Did he say… anythi
CONTRACT BRIDE FOR THE DEVIL Chapter Sixteen: Not So Innocent
The silence between us wasn’t just tense—it buzzed, as if the room had stopped breathing. Andrew’s eyes were locked onto my phone. The video remained paused: me, leaning into him on the sofa, laughing. Perfectly staged, convincingly intimate—just a couple in love. But the caption made my blood run cold: “Let’s see how long she can fake it.” The walls seemed to shrink all around me. “I didn’t record this,” I blurted. My hands shook; the phone felt foreign in my grip. Andrew didn’t budge. His voice went low, measured. “So someone snuck into my home. Filmed us. And leaked it.” “I don’t know,” I whispered. My voice cracked. “I swear I have no idea how.” He barely exhaled. “Someone’s been tracking you. Someone with access. Someone close.” He turned on his heel, strode toward the balcony. His shoulders were rigid—coiled danger. I swallowed hard. “You think it’s me?” He whirled. “Should I?” “No!” The word felt too loud, but I couldn’t stop it. I backed up, grabbing the flash dri
CONTRACT BRIDE FOR THE DEVIL Chapter Fifteen: Lines We Don't Crosss
The ride to Mr. Denmark’s estate was filled with silence thick enough to choke on. Andrew sat beside me, scrolling through emails, jaw locked tight. Since the press conference, we’d been glued together in public. Smiling, hand-holding, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. But behind closed doors, we barely spoke unless necessary. That, too, was part of the performance. A lie we were both trying desperately not to believe. I kept my gaze on the passing trees, arms folded tightly. Every now and then, I caught him glancing at me through the window’s reflection, but neither of us said a word. When we arrived, the gates to Denmark’s estate opened like something out of a fairytale. A vast stretch of manicured lawns and symmetrical hedges led up to a glassy modern mansion that screamed wealth in the most understated way.Andrew adjusted his cuffs as we stepped out. “Let me do most of the talking.”I nodded, biting back the urge to snap. I wasn’t here for ego wars. I was here
CONTRACT BRIDE FOR THE DEVIL Chapter Fourteen: Breaking the Silence
The gym was quieter than usual. Only the soft hum of treadmills and clinks of weights filled the air. It was early—barely 7 a.m.—but I liked it that way. No eyes. No distractions. Just me and the echo of my breath. I pulled my ponytail tighter and studied my reflection in the mirror. The difference was subtle but real. My waist was smaller, face more defined. The softness that used to make me invisible now turned heads. My old body was gone—buried under weeks of early mornings, meal preps, and sweat-soaked leggings. Still, this wasn’t about looking good for anyone. Not Andrew. Not the world. This was about not recognizing the girl Bryan used to mock. The girl he called names behind cafeteria tables. I owed her this. I stepped onto the treadmill, tapped play on my favorite playlist, and let the rhythm drown out everything else—until my phone buzzed. Susan 🤍: “Girl… what the hell is this??” She attached a link and followed it with: “You seriously need to see this. Befo
CONTRACT BRIDE FOR THE DEVIL Chapter Thirteen: A Friend's Visit
The room was still thick with tension when the elevator doors slid open.Susan stepped in like she owned the place, perfectly poised in a crimson satin dress, a casual smirk playing on her lips. Her perfume arrived before she did—something floral, expensive, and far too invasive for someone who hadn’t been invited. I blinked, stunned. “Susan?” “Surprise!” she sang, stepping across the marble floor. “Hope I’m not crashing anything.”Andrew’s stare sharpened like a blade. “How did you get in here?”She waved it off like it was nothing. “Your security recognized me. Said I came by a few times to drop Maria off from the gym. I told him I had an important appointment with her tonight, and he waved me through. You might want to revisit your protocols.” She giggled.Andrew’s jaw tensed, but he didn’t respond. “Susan, you should’ve called,” I said, still trying to wrap my head around her sudden appearance. “You can’t just show up—” “I did call,” she cut in smoothly, digging into her clu
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