로그인Back then, Alice was framed by her stepsister and had a one-night stand with a strange man. When they met again three years later, she was a single mother and a urologist, and he was David, a billionaire with sexual dysfunction who couldn’t get an erection. She said, “Go lie on the treatment bed and take off your pants, including your underwear.” He stood up, unbuttoned his Tom Ford suit, and casually threw it on a chair. Then, he walked to the bedside with those long legs that would go on a runway, and slowly undid his belt, each movement carrying a kind of silent threat. “If you can‘t cure me, be prepared to be completely blackballed in the American medical circle. Don‘t even think about holding a scalpel in California for the rest of your life.” When she examined him, the change under him was astonishingly fast, like a sudden Flash fire, burning away the wasteland he had maintained for three years. His breathing instantly became heavy, and the bottom of his eyes was stained with a scarlet mixture of shock and madness. “Who the hell are you?” His voice was incredibly hoarse.
더 보기Alice’s POVMorning in Los Angeles comes in filtered gold.Sunlight slips through the palm fronds outside the Beverly Hills house and lands in broken patterns across the white leather sofa. Everything looks calm. Expensive. Untouched.I don’t feel calm.I sit at my vanity and study my reflection. Pale. Shadows under my eyes I can’t quite conceal. Last night’s conversation keeps replaying in fragments—Camilla’s small, hopeful voice… David’s silence… the word agreement hanging between us like a pane of bulletproof glass.The contract is still on the table behind me. Thick. Heavy. The last page stamped with the Neighley family seal in dark red wax.The PR team’s assessment had been blunt. “Fiancée” isn’t strong enough. Not anymore. Lily’s hired trolls have started seeding rumors—contract lover, temporary actress, paid arrangement. It hasn’t gone viral yet. But it will.David’s solution was simple. Aggressive. Clean.We get married.“Alice, the car is ready.”The butler’s knock pulls me b
Alice’s POVAfter the gala, Beverly Hills fell into a silence that felt almost sacred.The kind of quiet that only comes after too much light, too many cameras, too many eyes pretending not to judge.By the time we got back to the house, it was already close to eleven.Camilla should’ve been asleep. The nanny always had her down by nine, no exceptions. That was the routine. The kind David paid for, down to the minute.But when we pushed open the door to the second-floor lounge, the room wasn’t empty.Camilla was sitting cross-legged on the rug in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, her back straight, her small arms wrapped around that old, threadbare teddy bear she’d refused to replace no matter how many new ones showed up in gift boxes.She was staring at the moon.Not crying.Not scared.Just… thinking.“Camilla?” My voice came out sharper than I meant it to. “Why are you still up?”I forgot about the heavy velvet of my gown, forgot about the heels digging into my feet. I crossed
Alice’s POVThe agreement went into effect. The day after our secret marriage.Tonight, the Los Angeles County Museum of Art hosted its annual charity gala.It was my first public appearance since that viral livestream. Officially, I was David’s fiancée. Only we knew the truth. The title was just a courtesy to the world—a polite step for appearances.The car stopped at the red carpet.Flashes hit us like lightning. They tore the night apart.I took a slow breath, fingers smoothing the folds of my dress. David had chosen it himself. Deep blue velvet, daringly backless. Chains of diamonds held the bare back together. Around my neck, the pearl necklace I had lost and regained. Not just jewelry. A talisman.“Don’t be afraid.”The car door opened. A warm hand reached for me.David stood there, tuxedo black as night, pearl pin at his collar, a subtle echo of my necklace. Cameras circled, but he was unshakable. Solid. Commanding. A fortress in the chaos.I placed my hand in his.His palm pre
Alice’s POVEarly morning.Bel-Air Manor was wrapped in a thin veil of fog. The scent of wet grass and leaves drifted in through the open windows. Peaceful. Natural.Except the study. The study had no moisture. No life. Just dry, heavy air. The document on the mahogany desk had sucked it all out.David stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows. Back to me. No coffee. No whiskey. Nothing to soften the tension. Morning light cut along his broad shoulders. Couldn’t reach his face. Couldn’t touch the dark storm inside.“The draft agreement is ready,” he said. The silence cracked. “Lawyers finalized it. You can check it. Any unreasonable terms—we discuss. But in principle, this is the best solution right now.”He tapped the thick stack of paper with long, sharp fingers. The sound echoed in the room.I stepped closer. My gaze fell on the cover. Black bold letters: [Nominal Engagement and Strategic Cooperation Agreement]. No flourish. No pretension. Just stark intent.I opened to the first page.
Alice’s POV“Why are you asking this now?”I set the silver knife and fork down. They tapped the porcelain with a soft, decisive sound.David’s gaze landed on me. Black. Bottomless. Dangerous. His words hung over the breakfast table like a submerged bomb, silent but ready to detonate.Sunlight pour
[Alice’s POV]The Santa Monica afternoon was thick with unspent heat.I nearly shattered the heavy glass doors of the clinic as I sprinted toward the underground garage. The emergency text from the Medical Center felt like a death sentence playing on a loop in my head: Shock, persistent high fever,
Alice’s POV: Quid Pro QuoMonday morning at the clinic. On the surface, it’s the most prestigious address in Beverly Hills; in reality, it’s an open-air landfill of filtered egos and rotting morals.I sat in my office, scanning the file for my next consult.Thomas Miller. Fifty-four. A power agent a
Alice’s POV: System OverrideLily finally retreated under the weight of David’s silent, commanding stare. The moment the door clicked shut, the stagnant air in the study finally seemed to circulate again.I didn't look at him. I kept my head down, organizing the tangle of sensor leads and tucking t






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