President's Contract Wife

Nina Morrison finishes her late-night shift, exhaustion weighing heavily on her. She changes out of her waitress uniform and stares through the rain-streaked window. Her heart sinks. It's well past the last bus, and she knows a taxi would cost more than five dollars-money she needs for her father's dinner. Sighing, she braces herself for the long walk home.Pulling her thin coat tighter around her, Nina steps into the storm. Cold rain pelts her face, and gusts of wind whip her hair into a mess. Her shoes, already cracked and worn, squelch with each step, but she presses forward, determined. "I have to get home," she mutters under her breath, ignoring the sting of water seeping into her shoes.Suddenly, a blinding flash of headlights cuts through the downpour. Tires screech on the wet pavement, and the loud "Creak!" of brakes fills the air. Nina freezes as a silver car careens toward her, barely stopping in time. Her body jerks, and before she can react, the force of the near-collision

At night, the T.S. Club is dazzling with lights. A seven-story firework fountain sprays mist into the air, synchronized to elegant music. Fancy cars line the entrance, while men and women, dressed in the latest designer fashions, stride confidently toward the golden glass doors.Amid the luxury vehicles, a taxi comes to a sudden stop. Out steps Grace Lauren, her long legs emerging from the door first. Dressed in a tight black dress, her wavy brown hair falls down her back, and her bright red lips curl into a smile. With her stunning figure, she exudes confidence and allure.The doorman, noticing the taxi and Grace's entrance, sneers slightly. "Another woman looking for a rich husband," he mutters under his breath as he watches her approach.Grace walks toward the door, her hips swaying, but the doorman steps in front of her. "Miss, this is a private club. Only members are allowed inside," he says coldly, though maintaining a polite façade.Without a word, Grace holds up a golden card,

The early morning sunshine, with a soft touch of warmth, spilled through the gauze curtains onto the luxurious queen bed. Nina's long, silky hair, now tangled, sprawled across the snow-white sheets, her body littered with bruises. Her lips, pink but stained with traces of dried blood, contrasted with her otherwise flawless face.She stirred with a soft groan, a dull ache coursing through her limbs. The pain in her head pulsed with each heartbeat, and as she blinked her bright, clear eyes open, a cold realization washed over her. Her hand instinctively flew to her mouth, stifling the scream lodged in her throat.Her eyes widened in terror when she noticed the man lying beside her, his presence jolting a flood of memories from the previous night. The wild movements, his ferocious bites, the overwhelming pain-it all came rushing back like a nightmare she couldn't escape. Her body shuddered uncontrollably, each recollection making her tremble.Tears welled up and fell, unbidden, sliding d

Lucien Gray leaned back in his chair, slouching lazily as he closed his laptop with a soft click. His lips curled into a seductive smile, one that seemed almost deliberate. His slightly narrowed eyes gave nothing away, their depths too dark to read. A few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the strong, wheat-colored skin of his chest, radiating a potent, dangerous charm.Grace Lauren felt heat rising to her cheeks, a flush spreading like wildfire. In her mind, Lucien's relaxed posture and that smile were a clear invitation. It's time to show him what I've got, she thought, her heart racing with anticipation.She strutted confidently around the wide desk, her hips swaying as she approached Lucien, her heels clicking softly against the floor. Her gaze locked onto him, her vision slightly blurred with desire. He was everything she had dreamed of-handsome, wealthy, powerful. If she could capture his attention, she would never have to worry about her future again. She would escape

Sulia glanced down at the massive screen of her diamond-encrusted phone, her lips curling into a sweet smile as her manicured fingers pressed the call button. Her expression softened instantly, and her voice took on a sugary tone."Darling, where are you? Why aren't you here yet? I'm so bored waiting for you all alone!" Her voice was so soft, dripping with sweetness that most men would have found impossible to resist.Nina, busy refilling water glasses nearby, couldn't help but overhear. She blinked in surprise at the transformation in Sulia's demeanor. The icy, untouchable beauty had morphed into a playful, almost girlish version of herself. Who could be on the other end of that call? Nina wondered, her curiosity piqued."What? You want me to guess where you are? You're such a bad guy!" Sulia pouted, her full lips forming a sulky, playful expression. "Haven't you even taken off yet?"Nina inwardly cringed, suppressing a groan. Couples can be so nauseating sometimes. Even big stars pl