My heart pounded like a scared rabbit, torn between two voices debating in my head. One voice whispered, "Don't sign this contract. You're surrendering your soul to the devil.."
The other yelled, "This is your chance to escape poverty. Three million dollars is more than enough to change your life!"
Dizzy and sweating, I pinched my eyes shut, almost choking on my breath. Was I prepared to give up three months of freedom to become a billionaire's fake and pregnant girlfriend?
The lawyer's face was cold and he tapped his watch impatiently.
"You have five minutes to sign the contract, or else the offer will be withdrawn. Be grateful you were picked. There are lots of better-looking women willing to jump on this opportunity."
"Can I please speak to my friend Dani?"
He didn't answer but glared at me with disgust. I swallowed my fear.
Dani was the brain behind this. We went to high school together here in Alaska but she moved to LA shortly afterward to chase her acting dreams.Unfortunately, it wasn't happening and she was stuck waitressing part-time for now.
A month ago precisely on Valentine's Day, I called her on the phone weeping my eyes out after I caught my boyfriend Drake mounting a woman old enough to be my grandmother.
"Oh thank god," Dani cried in excitement ."You have finally seen the light, Mimi. I've always known that cunt lapping boyfriend of yours was up to no good. Now suck it up because I have good news."
I listened to her rambling about a secret gig where a billionaire required a contract girlfriend in exchange for three million dollars.
I laughed at first, wishing her good luck and telling her that I could never risk my life by getting involved with a stranger.
Dani kept on pleading and encouraging me. Reluctantly, I gave in.
"Call her and put the phone on speaker," he instructed curtly, making me jump with fright as I dialed Dani's number with shaky hands.
I was so close to getting away from poverty forever, And yet, I couldn't help feeling terrified.
"Miracle, we've come too far for you to change your mind," Dani shouted into the phone when I said I couldn't sign.
She continued rambling. "I wish I had your perfect face, but my wolfish face and disturbing piercings disqualified me. You'd be a fool to throw this golden opportunity out the fence."
"Dani, it feels like I'm signing out my soul. What if something goes wrong during the duration of the contract, and I get thrown into prison? I don't even know who this client is. What if he's a blood-sucking demon? Also, I have to pretend to be pregnant. How will I pull that off?"
"You're such a worry wart with an empty account balance. Sign the contract and get your rusty ass to Beverly Hills in two days or I will never speak to you again."
She paused, then added in a milder tone," Don't worry babe, you'll be fine. You'll have me by your…"
"Time up," the lawyer tapped his watch impatiently once more while eyeing me. "Get to signing."
"Just sign the fucking thing." Dani pleaded and I sighed in defeat.
"Fine, but I swear on my mom's grave that if anything happens to me, my ghost will haunt you forever."
"Crush me with a car, stab me with a knife, do whatever you like, just sign."
Struggling not to tremble, I signed my name across the line that marked me as an unknown client's face girlfriend.
The lawyer passed me my plane ticket, a form, along with two thousand dollars for an advance payment.
Two days later, I found myself at the baggage claim area at LAX airport, holding one hand on the new suitcase I got and my other one clasped around my purse.
"Looking for me?" A familiar voice whistled behind me. I made a quick turn. Dani, who was nearly twice my height, lifted me like a feather and my poor hip bones threatened to pop right out.
Her smile was replaced with a groan and her eyes bore holes into my jean pants. “Seriously, who wears a woolen sweater and mom jeans in Los fucking Angeles?"
"Was I hired to be a stripper?"
She rolled her eyes dragging me into a waiting Mercedes which drove out, giving me a view of the stark difference between crowded LA and mountainous Alaska.
“Before we meet the client, you need a total makeover," she said, her hippy mood returning."Your life is about to shift from broke-ass to wealthy."
I nudged her. “Have you seen this client before? What does he look like?”
She shook her head,“He wants the deal to remain hush-hush from his family and friends."
“Now I'm scared. I had to lie to my aunt Suzanne about getting a job at A****n."
Dani rolled her eyes "You're twenty-two years old, Miracle. A full-fledged adult. You're about to be a millionaire. Forget your aunt and enjoy this opportunity while it lasts.”
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After a tiring makeup session, I looked like a dolled-up mannequin splattered with eyeshadow, coats of foundation, highlighter, and hairspray.
I hated every minute I spent on the process. Afterward, my skin felt tight beneath a black mini-dress.
"Must I dress half-naked, Danielle? I bet this client is old and has sagging balls."
Dani winked with mischief. "What if he's not?"
We headed to Beverly Hills and I gasped at the sight of the mega-mansions, each one bigger and better than the last.
My jaw hit the floor when the car pulled into the circular driveway of a sleek, all-white duplex whose driveway was lined with luxury cars. Never in my wildest dreams would I have pictured myself staring face-to-face at wealth.
My knees buckled as I gawked at the building. "Now I'm super jealous of you,” Dani nudged me.
"Ah, there you are," a tall, strikingly handsome man with an Irish accent approached us, smiling a little too brightly. "I'm guessing you're Miracle Anne Holmes?"
My heart thudded in my ears. Dani responded, bobbing her head like a bobcat. Was he the client?
"I'm sorry, miss but you need to leave," he said to Dani while steering me inside.
"But she's my guarantor," I started protesting. Dani blew me a kiss, promising to call me while the young man tried his best to put me at ease.
My body felt as if a thousand needles pricked me repeatedly at once, like a sheep led to slaughter.
"The client will be with you shortly," he said after he successfully dragged me into the waiting room. "I'm Calvin, by the way, his personal assistant."
Restless, my eyes bounced around and I couldn't stop wondering what the client looked like.
Calvin sat opposite me, running a hand over his perfectly styled hair. "The main contract has been drafted. You know the drill. It's non-disclosure, and you must abide by the rules."
He leaned forward, "I must warn you though, my client isn't a big fan of this, so he might be a bit harsh with his words. All in all, don't forget the money at stake."
"Is he some kind of demon? And why is he being forced to do this?" I asked warily. Calvin laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
"He's no demon but can be a bit...demanding at times. Don't worry about anything. Just try to keep that in mind and remember that you have me to back you up,"
"Thanks for the reassuring words, "I said flatly, and he winked, checking his smartwatch.
"He's ready to see you now. Come with me."
I panicked, thanks to my wobbly feet and racing heart. This couldn't be so difficult.
Reaching the top of the stairs, a tall, ash-blonde-haired man in a navy blue jacket backed me. At least he wasn't old, judging from his hair, but my damn knees couldn't stop buckling.
What if he gets displeased that I’m a wallflower and needs someone more polished? I hesitated for a moment, suddenly feeling very small.
Then he turned around, his eyes meeting mine, and my poor heart skipped a thousand beats.
Shoot me!
Shocking discovery My heart tore its way out of my chest as I experienced a sudden, incapacitating fear that felt as if I was choking on a razor blade. I was standing right before Leonel Hamilton ...the Leonel Hamilton, one of the most sought-after bachelors in the U.S. What on earth was going on? Leonel was one of the most powerful and influential people in the country, a dashing billionaire whom women drooled over and had fantasies about, even though they knew they could never have him, including Arielle, one of my twin cousins. If she had any idea that I was standing right in front of her celebrity crush, she'd have an aneurysm and fire me a rant for not taking her along. Leonel was a Forbes 30 under 30 member, owned a billion-dollar real estate empire and a YT channel with fifty million subscribers featuring multimillion-dollar properties. I began seeing spots in my vision when our gazes met. His eyes raked boldly over me, making me feel like a naked piece of meat. He a
Leonel "Hi baby," Nadia Mohammad purred, smacking her bow-shaped, heavily lined lips. Her tanned skin was smooth to perfection and when her eyes ripped boldly over mine, something disturbing flashed through me. Nadia, one of the numerous daughters of Eve, was the worst mistake my raging dick caused me. Four years ago, she waltzed into my life at Harvard Business School. She was great, more intelligent than most of our classmates and I enjoyed hanging out with her. Naturally, we began dating and having bouts of sex, until that fateful night when my dad yelled at me for sleeping with our arch-rival's daughter. Her dad, Nasir Mohammad, was a business mogul from Dubai and had the sole aim of stealing our spotlight in the real estate business. His daughter deceived me, and every atom of lust I once felt morphed into hate. Now that my 'fake girlfriend' was here, I had to stand my ground. "Haven't I warned you to stop coming here?" I started to say but my Afghan hound barked behin
Miracle Restless and irritable, I marched back and forth in my assigned bedroom which was as big as a ballroom. I needed someone to explain to me in plain terms why Leonel Hamilton hired me. Calvin's words did nothing to tame my fears. Leonel was with a woman last night. Now that I was in his house, I needed the contract to work so badly because I was broke. Three million dollars was enough to buy a house, go to college, and revamp my life. And deep down, my heart couldn't handle any more rejection from any Mister. Needing to vent out my frustration to someone, I rang Dani. As usual, she picked after the tenth ring. "Hey, celebrity girlfriend! How's it going in your paradise? I can't believe your client is that hot stuff, Leonel Hamilton. Girl, tell me everything and…" "Keep your voice low, banshee," I groaned, sitting on a puffy gray ottoman."There's a problem." "Fuck me running," she choked. "He rejected you?" My feet crossed to the bathroom to offload my bladder. Ignorin
Miracle "Dani, look, I don't think this contract thing is a good idea. I couldn't even sleep last night," I complained to my friend when she came over to accompany me shopping. An amused grin appeared on Dani's face. "How can you not sleep in such a huge mansion? If I were in your shoes, I'd be snoring away like a dog in an alley." She laughed at her comment and I rolled my eyes at her."Stop it. It's not funny." "You're being too hard on yourself. Leonel gave you a black card, so let's use it judiciously." "He has a girlfriend," I said, like a broken record. "Yet he had the guts to write in his contract that I should not be seen with any other man. Isn't that absurd?" "Who needs the money?" Dani deadpanned. "Come on, let's go. Unlike you, I do not have the luxury of time." "You should resign from that job and let Leonel fix you up." Dani laughed. "Oh, look at you wanting to use Leonel to your favor. Didn't you complain about the contract?" "Can we go now?"I gave her a dark
Leonel An intense surge of desire filled my body when I lowered my lips to kiss Miracle. A passionate fluttering arose at the back of my neck and her nearness gave me an unexplainable comfort. She wound her arms around my jacket and my lips brushed against hers. The kiss sang through my veins, slow and drugging, while my hands stroked up and down her soft curves, my fingers playing along her back. My entire body was alive with energy, her taste intoxicating like an exotic dessert. I didn't want her to stop, but somehow I knew I should. In all my life, I have never witnessed something so pure and strong; it was more than sexual lust or attraction. It was as if we were meant for each other, a feeling too powerful to resist, a feeling beyond the realm of common sense, despite the stupid contract binding us. She wrapped her arms around my neck, returning the kiss with surprising passion. I deepened it, forgetting for a moment that this was all fake. Her lips were soft, her breath
Leonel's POV I waited for Miracle in the living room, pacing back and forth as I checked the time on my watch. It had been over thirty minutes since Calvin told her to come downstairs. Nadia was sprawled out on the couch, laughing at me and blowing me a kiss. "Your plan to make me jealous failed, baby. You think you can get rid of me easily?" I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore her taunts. "You'll see. She's upstairs and will be here soon. I care about her and I want to make things work between us." I stared at Nadia, hoping she got the hint, but she just chuckled and stood up, sauntering over to me. "Come on, Leonel. We all know how I make you feel, don't we? You're addicted to me. Let's have some fun and forget about this so-called imaginary girlfriend of yours," she said, pressing her body against mine. "I'm serious, Nadia. I don't want to do this anymore. Your dad and my family are business rivals," I said, my voice firm but she placed a hand on my crotch and I groaned.
Miracle's POV Leo's mouth widened in surprise at what I said. There was silence in the kitchen except for the beep of the smart refrigerator. "What do you mean you couldn't walk in?"Leo broke the silence, confusion etched on his face as he ran his hands through his hair. "You are to obey without questioning." "I couldn't just walk in on you and her kissing," I replied, my voice shaking, thanks to my racing heartbeat. "It wouldn't have been right. How was I supposed to act? Fight her?" "I can't believe this," he glared at me. "Are you sure you want this money? Because if this is how you'll chicken out in the presence of my family then I don't think we should continue this. There are thousands of women and award-winning actresses who can pull this role without being spoon-fed." My throat felt dry and uncomfortable. This man was ridiculous and the whole thing was beginning to sound like a joke. My tongue itched to tell him to go fuck himself, but instead, I squared my shoulders and
Miracle's POV Leo nervously gulped, his piercing gaze locked onto me, making me feel uneasy. I couldn't decipher the expression on his face, and I began to wonder if maybe my makeup was too heavy, or if I looked like a clown. I caught myself fidgeting and breaking eye contact, feeling self-conscious. "Do you need me to change?" I asked timidly. "Huh?" Leo responded, seeming confused. "I asked if you need me to change into something else," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. "No, the uh… the dress is perfect." I exhaled quietly, noticing his stutter, and wondered why. "It's great for the event. Where did you get it from?" He asked, trying to make conversation. "I bought it yesterday," I replied, feeling guilty. "I was supposed to wear it to make your girlfriend jealous. I'm sorry for messing things up, and I promise..." "It's fine," Leo interrupted, waving off my apology. We fell into an awkward silence, neither of us knowing what to say. Finally, Leo spoke up, breaki