Se connecter{Contractual Marriage With My Arrogant Boss}.... When timid but strong-willed Emery finds herself trapped in a financial storm, she agrees to an outrageous deal: A contractual marriage with her infuriatingly arrogant boss, Damien. He’s cold, calculating, and breathtakingly powerful. She’s everything he never wanted in a wife gentle, emotional, and stubbornly innocent. What starts as a paper-signed arrangement soon sparks with stolen glances, late-night arguments, and a dangerous chemistry neither can ignore. But in a marriage built on conditions, what happens when feelings break the rules? w When an unwanted guest come in? When the mother is against them? And when Damien’s dark past threatens to ruin everything, will Emery walk away, or will she fight for the man who swore he’d never love?✨ A tale of passion, betrayal, and a love too powerful to stay hidden..... . . . . . . Starlight ✍️
Voir plusThe office was quiet that morning — unusually quiet. Even the clicking of keyboards and hum of the air conditioner sounded softer, almost hesitant. Emery sat at her desk, eyes fixed on the screen but mind miles away. She hadn’t slept much. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him, Damian. The look on his face when she had said those words: I think you’re mistaken, sir. It wasn’t just anger. It was hurt. The kind of hurt that carved deep, leaving invisible wounds that never really healed. Her phone buzzed. For a moment, her heart jumped — she thought it was him. But it wasn’t. Gabriel: Don’t forget about tonight, Miss Lincoln. 7 p.m. sharp. Her pulse steadied. A deep exhale left her lips. Right ,Gabriel. Her new boss. Her escape from chaos. She typed back quickly, I won’t forget, sir, before setting the phone face down, staring blankly at her reflection in the dark screen. This dinner wasn’t about romance. It wasn’t about connection either. It was about control —
That broke her. Clara turned, blinking fast to hide the sting of his words, and left without another sound. The door closed behind her with a soft click — but it might as well have been a gunshot. Damian sank back into his chair, chest heaving. The whiskey glass finally met his lips. The burn was sharp, but it didn’t touch the fire already raging inside him. The next morning, Marcus returned with a file thick and neatly clipped. “She’s working at Luxe’s biggest competitor, sir,” Marcus reported. “Gresham Industries. Her boss Gabriel Pierce —seems… fond of her. I’ve also confirmed she lives with her mother, younger brother, and a small boy named...” Marcus hesitated. Damian’s head snapped up. “Say it.” “Adrian, sir. Adrian Lincoln.” The sound of that name hit Damian like a bullet to the chest. “Adrian,” he repeated, voice barely audible. He turned away from Marcus, hiding the tremor that passed through him. His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white. “And his
A soft knock at her door startled her. Patricia stepped in quietly, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Ethan was behind her, holding a sleepy Adrian. “Emery…” her mother’s voice was soft, tentative. “You’re pale. What happened?” Emery swallowed, forcing her lips into something that looked like a smile but wasn’t. “Nothing. Work was just… long.” Patricia didn’t buy it. She sat down next to her daughter, fingers curling around hers. “You saw him today, didn’t you?” The mask shattered. Emery’s eyes filled with tears, her throat tightening painfully. She looked away, blinking rapidly, but it was too late. “I had to,” she choked out. “Gabriel invited me to dinner. I didn’t know Damian would be there. And when he saw me—” Her voice cracked. “—I had to pretend, Mama. I had to pretend I didn’t know him.” Patricia’s hand squeezed hers gently. “You did what you had to, baby. For Adrian. For yourself.” Emery shook her head violently, strands of hair clinging to her damp
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. Emery stepped out, her heels clicking against the marble floor of the corporate tower. She had just wrapped up a late meeting, her body tired but her mind restless.The night air outside promised freedom. She wanted nothing more than to get home, to tuck Adrian into bed, to wash away the long day with his laughter.But fate had other plans.As she crossed the lobby, her eyes caught on a tall, broad figure near the exit. His stance was commanding, familiar, dangerous in its quiet intensity.Damian.Her chest clenched. The world seemed to slow. She hadn’t seen him this close in years — not since the night she fled the mansion with her mother and Blake.His hair was a little shorter now, sharper around the edges, but those same stormy eyes burned into her as if time had never passed.For a moment, she couldn’t breathe.He hadn’t changed. He was still Damian Cole — powerful, magnetic, terrifying in the way he could shatter her walls with a s






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