“The contract was clear, no strings, no feelings. But then he pinned her against the wall and made her forget her own name.” A hot billionaire needs a wife to receive his inheritance, Nathan Rossi does not give a damn about many things except his inheritance. Nathan does not want any commitments so he meets Rachel and arranges a proposition that he feels would benefit them both. This is how Nathan and Rachel's story begins but it gets more complicated, hot and very steamy coupled with a rollercoaster of emotions. Maybe there will be a happy ending for them both.Then again, maybe not.
View More“Why must I get married?” Nathan yelled at his father through the phone. His father, Antonio Rossi promised him his inheritance three days after his twenty eighth birthday. Nathan had been ecstatic about it. His inheritance was supposed to grant him seventy five percent of his father’s company Rossi’s Empire.
His birthday had passed and he fulfilled his father’s condition but now his father was asking for more which infuriated him.
“That’s my condition for you to get your inheritance.” Antonio said with a firm voice.
“But you promised that I would get it when I’m twenty eight years, do you know how many years I had to wait for this moment?” Nathan asked, leaping out of his Porsche.
“Is marriage really necessary?” Nathan continued, stuffing his hand into his suit pockets.
“Of course, it is. You need to settle down and have a family. You are twenty eight for goodness sake. What’s the point of being rich without having a heir? What’s the point of having so much money without no one to share it with?” Antonio growled.
“ Marriage is simply hard work and requires a lot of commitment and I don’t do commitments Dad.” Nathan grumbled further as he scanned his surroundings. He was in a alley, leaning against his car. A small restaurant stood few meters away from him and he wasn’t interested in eating even though he was dreadfully hungry. He was simply hungry for his inheritance!
“That’s my condition and it’s final. You can choose to leave it or take it. If you can’t get a wife, then I’ll give your inheritance to Anna and I am sure you won’t want that.” Antonio growled.
Not Anna.
He and Anna were never on good terms. Anna was his hot tempered younger sister. At least when she was a baby she was very cute. Now she was just impossibly stubborn and vain.
“Fine, I’ll think about getting a wife.” Nathan muttered, cutting the line. He clenched his teeth and exhaled deeply, he was about to open the car door when he heard a scream.
Nathan turned back and noticed a young woman on the floor, covered in flour. She wore a pink knee length gown with a white apron on it.
Her Amazonian figure sat well on her slim body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable hue. Her hair was as was like a loom of molten-gold and it swooped past her arched neck, framing her face perfectly.
Her eyes were seductive and rhapsody-blue. His heart nearly stopped when she gazed at him. Her eyes were like two blue gems slumbering in milky pools. They were a lit with passion and had a hypnotic quality to them. They were gleaming with an unearthly quality above her cheekbones and they shone with the faraway look of a star gazer.
Her sliver-of-moon eyebrows were black. Nathan stared at her pouting lips. They were red and looked as sweet as strawberries. She had a telegenic look, it was comely to the eye. Her ears were tucked away in the glorious tresses of her hair. It looked delicate and paired to perfection. The only thing ugly was the endless tears that flowed down her cheeks.
His possessive side screamed at her, he wanted her.
And he was going to have her.
Nathan swallowed a thick mold of saliva, he was completely memorized by her beauty. His legs suddenly had a mind of their own and he took quick strides, advancing towards her.
Nathan stood tall and mighty in front of her and extended his right hand. With a thick, husky voice.
“Marry me?”
Rachel thought she hadn’t heard right, An handsome stranger oozing with divine sexiness begging for marriage. She thought he was crazy and had a few screws unloosened. She had just been fired by her boss for refusing to serve a customer properly and now someone was begging for her hand in marriage.
She refused to serve the customer properly because he was a pervert, his hands kept tugging on her skirt when she bent slightly to drop the tray of food but what enraged her was when he squeezed her breasts through the fabric roughly. She slapped him across the face and accused him of harassment. She was shocked when her boss poured flour all over her body and relieved her of her job on that very spot, she then realized that her boss cared more about his customers than his employees.
Rachel looked at the stranger who hovered over her. His hand was still stretched, waiting for a positive reply. His eyes were the blue of fresh water glinting in the sunlight off an ocean. His lips were pale and thin and his nose slender and rounded.
A prominent jaw curved gracefully around and the strength of his neck showed in the twining cords of muscle that shaped his entire body; strong arms, bold thighs and calves, a firm chest and abdomen that could be visibly seen through his tight fitted blue suit. He was an Adonis among the other men who each pale in comparison. She was sure one look and both women and men swooned at the sight of him no matter their sexual preferences.
“E-Excuse me? Y-You want to marry me?” Rachel stammered, taking hold of his outstretched hand. It was warm and hard, just as she guessed it to be.
“Yes, I want to marry you. I am very desperate for a wife.” Nathan replied.
“And why are you desperate for a wife?”
“I need a wife to secure my inheritance from my father.” Nathan replied with a shrug.
“And what makes you think I want to be anybody’s wife?” Rachel asked as her knees rose up from the ground steadily.
“You are very beautiful and I feel like we look very good together plus you seen like a damsel in distress.“ Nathan tried to convince her with a smile.
“I am not a damsel in distress, I just lost my job. I don’t fucking know you . I am sorry but I can’t marry you.” Rachel argued with a frown.
“I’m not asking you to do this for free. Would you marry me for a million dollars?” Nathan asked, placing a kiss on her knuckles.
Rachel laughed loud and hard, he looked truly desperate for a wife. She pondered, her eyes fixed on the light blue sky. If she married him, She would be able to pay off her debts. Her rent bills were piling up gradually and she hadn’t finished paying the student loans she owed from college. A million dollars would settle of her problems and still leave a lot of money for her to pursue her dreams.
“What’s the marriage deal like?” Rachel uttered with worry etching on her face.
“It’s just for a year and then we go out separate ways through a divorce. Just pretend to be my wife for a year but I have conditions you must follow. You mustn’t fall in love in me and nobody should know about this agreement. Just do all that and your million dollars is secure.” Nathan assure with a teasing grin on his face.
“I don’t know, this might be an elaborate plan to kidnap me.”
Nathan made a throaty humorless laugh.
“I absolutely have no intentions of kidnapping you. I said I want to marry you.”
“What about your parents?” Nathan asked.
“My parents are dead.”
“I’m sorry about that and it makes this arrangement less complicated for us. Let’s finalize this deal with a hand shake.” Nathan suggested, stretching forth his hand.
Rachel appeared to be thinking deeply about the deal.
Wait a minute, She didn’t even know his bloody name!
“Excuse me, Mr. Stranger I don’t know your name”
“ Oh, I must have been carried away, my name is Nathan Rossi”
“ R—O—S—S—I as in the Rossi’s Empire?” she said in a stuttering voice.
“ Oh I know, My family is super popular and also presently breathing down my neck so will you accept?”
Rachel pretended like she was still thinking about his request, she brought out her iPhone and searched Nathan Rossi on G****e.
She looked at the pictures and looked up at his smirking face. Yes, it was definitely him.
“Okay, It’s a deal!” Rachel shook his hand gratefully, her voice raised in excitement.
“Hop into my car, I need to polish you up before you see my parents.” Nathan pointed at his car with his index finger.
“Don’t I need to get my luggage and all?” Rachel asked as her brows lifted in astonishment.
“I’ll take care of all that, now we really have to go!” Nathan commanded, leading her towards his black Porsche.
Everything was moving so fast and Rachel was getting agitated and excited at the same time. He just offered her a freaking million dollars without blinking an eye.
She buckled her seat belt and shot a quick glance at her future husband and her uncertain future.
Well her future ‘fake’ husband.
The kitchen counter was cold.Anna wasn’t.She was already gasping when Luke lifted her onto it, robe riding high around her hips, bare thighs spread wide like an offering he hadn’t earned but was about to take anyway.His palms gripped her legs, his thumbs dragging slow circles over her skin, his jaw tight with restraint. His voice came low, like he was already halfway gone.“You’re really not giving me a second to breathe.”Her smile was dangerous. “No one told you to come up.”“I didn’t come up,” he said, sliding between her legs. “You dragged me.”She leaned in, her mouth grazing his. “You didn’t exactly fight me off.”He kissed her like that was the only answer he had. “I don’t think this surface is rated for nudity,” she whispered, tilting her hips into his hand.“I’ll call hotel maintenance,” he muttered, trailing kisses from her mouth down her neck. “Let them know you’re the hazard.”She moaned as his teeth found the edge of her collarbone. “God, you’re so hot when you’re irr
Luke Marlowe had been shot at three times in his life. Once in Libya. The second in Prague and the last while standing too close to a Saudi prince with a questionable poker habit. None of those things compared to the quiet fury of waiting in a Bentley while Anna Rossi flirted her way through a blind date with a man named Barclay. Barclay. Who the fuck was named Barclay? Was he a polo horse? Luke glanced at the restaurant door again and still no sign of her. Just some other overdressed men with veneers and inherited confidence stepping out with women who looked bored enough to start fires for fun. Luke tapped the steering wheel once. Then again. Still nothing. She’d been in there for ninety minutes now. He adjusted his collar. Again. Not because he needed to, but because if he didn’t do something, he was going to punch the leather dash and that thing cost more than he did. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. He knew better. She was Anna Rossi. He was her bodyguard
London, 9:03 a.m.Luke was waiting downstairs like nothing had happened.He was dressed in a black coat with blacker sunglasses and steel in his jaw, plus a perfectly blank expression as he stood by the Bentley’s open door. He looked like a man ready to guard royalty, not someone who’d had his hands up her dress and his mouth on her neck six hours ago.Anna Rossi descended the marble steps in a blazer-dress that screamed “fuck off” in a dialect only billionaires could afford. Her lush hair was scraped into a high ponytail.She didn’t speak. She merely slid into the backseat with the elegance of someone who’d had centuries to practice pretending she didn’t care.Luke shut the door behind her, it was too gentle. Like she might crack.By the time he got behind the wheel, she was already on her phone, scrolling viciously through either gossip headlines or group texts she didn’t actually care about. Probably both.“Morning,” he said, his voice low, damn near inaudible.She didn’t glance
The backseat of the Bentley shimmered in soft light, tinted windows cocooning Anna Rossi in a kind of rich-girl vibe as the car hummed past the glittering streets of London. Her phone buzzed again, another ping from the gossip feeds. She sighed, crossing her long legs. Rossi Heiress Caught “Flirting Dangerously” with a Prince yet Again? Anna Rossi or Anna Racy? A Breakdown of the Billionaire Sister’s London Romp Five Clutches, One Night: Is She Showing Off or Spiraling? Anna let out a laugh, dry and sweet like the aged wine they couldn’t even get right at Buckingham dinners. “Flirting dangerously,” she muttered, skimming the article with one manicured finger. “Darling, I invented that danger.” The car swerved gently, weaving toward the West End where Verre Noire awaited an ultra-exclusive nightclub hidden beneath a Michelin-starred restaurant. Anna reached for her diamond-studded clutch, then paused, eyeing the metallic sapphire one beside it. Her brow furrowed in agony. “Lu
Nathan Rossi adjusted the cuffs of his tailored black suit, his black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose as he scrolled through merger contracts on his tablet. The limo hummed smoothly toward the private jet, his security detail and personal assistant, Luke, sitting across from him tapping away on his knees. Then—his phone buzzed. Rachel’s FaceTime – Incoming Nathan swiped to answer before the first ring finished. The screen filled with the glorious chaos of his wife’s frazzled face, her dark hair piled into a messy bun, a suspicious stain on her shoulder and the kind of exhausted glare that could melt steel. Behind her, the wails of their three-month-old daughter, Isabella, filled the car like a tiny, furious opera singer. "Your daughter has decided that sleep is a capitalist construct, and I’m a victim of her revolution." Nathan’s lips twitched. "So what you’re saying is… she’s already a Rossi?" Rachel groaned, rubbing her temples. "She’s been crying for
Nathan Rossi had built an empire on his ability to stay calm under pressure. But as he watched his very pregnant wife waddle across their penthouse like an angry penguin, he realized no business deal had prepared him for this. Rachel stopped in front of the full-length mirror, scowling at her reflection. "Nathan, I swear to God, if one more person tells me I'm glowing, I'm going to stab them with this spoon." She brandished her ice cream spoon like a weapon. Nathan approached slowly, holding out a fresh tub of vanilla bean ice cream like a peace offering. "First of all, you are glowing. Second of all, here's more ammunition so you don't shoot the messenger." Rachel snatched it, grumbling as she shoved a heaping spoonful into her mouth. "Easy for you to say. You didn't wake up this morning and realize you can't see your own feet anymore." She gestured dramatically at her swollen belly. "I'm a human blimp. A very angry, very pregnant blimp." Nathan wrapped his arms arou
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