LOGIN"Ten million." He uttered calmly like he was discussing the weather. Bella's steps slowed behind him. He continued with a nonchalant shrug. "Ten million. After six months, you'll walk away with ten million." She took a deep breath, heart pounding as she spun around to face him, speechless. Ten million wasn't just a lot. It was life-changing. Turning, he met her glare, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "All you have to do is be my wife – pretend rather." ________ Arabella Carver always has things under control but finds out she isn't as lucky when everything comes crashing down. She is betrayed by her fiance, on the brink of eviction, and with her mother's life hanging by a thread, she's desperate for help. But as she tries to get the help she needs, only one person is willing to offer and it is none other than Adrian Davidson. The first man to claim her heart only to shatter it like it meant nothing. However, there is a catch to his generosity. He needs a wife to appease his grandmother, and Arabella happens to be her ideal choice so he gives her the papers that bind them. A marriage contract. With little choice and a grudge in her heart, she signs them. Besides, what could go wrong? It is, after all, just a contract. But what happens when old wounds resurface and sparks begin to ignite?
View MoreArabella:My eyes fluttered open to a low hum and warm light filtering in through small, tinted windows. I sat up, confused for a second. I wasn’t in my room. I wasn’t even in a room.Then it hit me.I was… on a jet. On the way to Corsica with Adrian on our supposed honeymoon.Right.My eyes scanned the room. The cabin was dimly lit, the sky outside darker now, and the soft buzz in the air told me we were close to landing.I swung my legs over the side, about to rise, when the door eased open. Adrian walked in, sleeves rolled, hair tousled like he hadn't slept either.“Good,” He said, checking his watch. “You’re awake. We’re about to land.”I squinted at him. “How long was I out?”He shrugged, loosening a button on his shirt. “Long enough to be well-rested. You’ll need it.”He turned, walking out before I could say anything. Sighing, I followed behind, settling into one of the comfortable chairs just in time for the pilot's call.A few minutes later, we touched down smoothly. As the w
Arabella"No."That was the first thing that flew out of my mouth, fast, sharp, and nearly a full octave higher than normal."No?" He'd raised his brow like I'd said something ridiculous "Yes. No. As in – I'm not packing. I'm not going to Corsica. And I'm especially not doing anything at six in the morning when I've not eaten since noon. I'm going to bed now, and tomorrow I'll get up and go to work," I'd added, with full confidence. "You can go on your trip alone. I believe that will be much more convenient for you."Yet, even before six in the morning, he was banging on my door like some fucking alarm, barged in and calmly ordered his assistant to help me pack ‘light’ which she delightfully did.And now, I was in the car, half awake, jaw tight with a frown as we headed to the airport for what he'd singularly termed as... our honeymoon."You signed up for this, remember?" His voice, infuriatingly calm echoed in my head.I scoffed. "Signed up for what? Surprise vacations you forgot to
ArabellaThe company was on a roll the following week, and the workload had tripled. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had a proper night’s rest.It was Wednesday, and I was stuck in the showroom, far from Steph’s corporate hell, but not far enough. Customers flooded in, most of them with attitudes that made my eye twitch.It took everything in me not to snap.I kept glancing at the clock. A few more hours till closing. I couldn’t wait to get out. I was on the verge of losing my damn mind.“Bella, show them around, will you? I have to take this call,” Mr. Hart said, phone ringing in his hand. He gestured toward a couple tangled in each other in the middle of the showroom.I nodded, watching him walk off, and turned to the couple who looked disgustingly in love.My face scrunched in brief annoyance — jealousy, maybe. They looked like they had it all. I usually didn’t envy people, but lately, I’d been craving just one day of normalcy before exhaustion swallowed me whole and they
AdrianThe board members were involved in a heated exchange.They were saying something about quarterly projections, the CEO seat, whatever bullshit they thought mattered this morning.I stared ahead at the graph on the screen like I could see anything reasonable. The projection was clear but my mind was a jumbled mess.I should've paid more attention, but all I could think about was last night. Her body. Her mouth — the way she mocked me. The way she tried so damn hard not to fall apart beneath me and still did.The memory haunted me.I shouldn't have touched her. Shouldn't have let it happen. I wasn't going to even when she'd called me a hypocrite because she wasn't wrong. But when she said he could make her drip so casually with that smirk... I couldn't hold back.It was like a fire lit inside me, burning everything in its path. My body had moved on its own, driven by a need I barely recognized. I wanted to show her that I was nothing like him. Even if it meant losing myself in the
ArabellaThe ride home was quiet, heavy with silence. I stared out the window, blinking back tears as Nathan's venomous kept echoing in my head.Sloppy seconds.My stomach twisted.When we got home, I didn't wait for the car to come to a complete halt. I jumped out, my heels clicking sharply agains
ArabellaIt was a dare, a challenge.One that I knew would burn the both of us, yet I didn't care.His gaze sharpened when he felt my jaw clench under his hold. He pressed his thumb down on my lips, forcing it to part.Seconds passed. Our eyes were still locked, the air thick with tension.I swatte
ArabellaI pretended to admire the endless sketch of paintings and sculptures as I sipped champagne, my eyes skimming over brush strokes and sculptures I knew nothing about.Adrian was gone with Lucien, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the occasional polite smile to passing strangers.I still
ArabellaAfter passing through many rounds of security, the car came to a halt before an exquisite building, which, according to Adrian's briefing on our way, was a galleria belonging to the Duponts.The exterior was simple yet elegant, with wide glass panels and neatly trimmed hedges lining the en
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