MasukAt twenty-four, Maisse’s world collapses. Laid off from her job, she learns her ther workplace has been bought by Bronton, a ruthless, billionaire who rules the corporate world with an iron fist. To make matters worse, her debt-ridden father has sold her to a dangerous underground loan shark. If Maisse doesn’t marry the cruel stranger, the loan shark will take her helpless twin sisters as collateral. Desperate to protect them, Maisse is trapped. Then, Bronton steps in with a cold, calculating proposition. Heds a wife within two weeks to fulfill his grandfather’s dying wish and secure his multi-billion-dollar inheritance before his birthday. If he fails, his scheming cousin will ruin the family legacy. Seeing her desperation, Bronton buys out Maisse’s debt, effectively purchasing her with cash. He offers her a strict, legal contract: play the doting wife for one year, and he will fund her sisters' expensive medical treatments and elite schooling. Maisse has no choice but to sign her freedom away to a powerful man ten years her senior. Moving into his mansion, she expects a monster. Instead, she finds a fiercely protective man who makes her blood run hot. Bronton vows never to love, and Maisse vows never to trust the man who bought her. But as forced proximity blurs the lines of their contract, a dangerous obsession sparks between them. When Bronton makes a ruthless executive decision that threatens the safety of her sisters, Maisse does the unthinkable; she breaks the contract and flees. But a billionaire like Bronton doesn't let his property go easily. He will hunt her to the ends of the earth to claim what is his.
Lihat lebih banyakThe suffocating air of the small house felt heavier than usual, each breath Maisse took a painful reminder of the conversation that had just shattered her fragile world. Her father’s words, "You will marry him," echoed in her ears, a death knell to her dreams of independence. The familiar scent of stale beer and old cigarettes, usually just a background hum.She retreated to the cramped bedroom she shared with Emmy and Emily, the twins. The fading light of the setting sun cast long, weary shadows across their three single beds, crammed into the small space. Maisse sank onto her own mattress, its springs groaning in protest, and buried her face in her hands. The hot, stinging tears came unbidden, a deluge of despair and frustration.A soft rustle from Emmy’s bed made her look up. The twins were huddled together on one bed, their faces pale and etched with worry. Of course, they had heard. The thin walls of their home offered no privacy from their father’s booming pronouncements.“Maiss
The familiar scent of stale beer and old cigarettes clung to the air the moment Maisse stepped through the door. It was a smell that had haunted her childhood, an invisible shroud that had settled over their small, neglected home. The sun, once a fierce eye in the mid-morning sky, was beginning its descent, casting long, distorted shadows across the worn linoleum floor. Her shoulders ached from the long commute into the city and back, her feet throbbing inside her sensible, if slightly scuffed, flats. Her legs were tired from walking and, hope, a fragile thing she had held on to for long, was slowly giving way to a gnawing despair. "Maisse! Is that you?" Her father's voice, thick and slurred, boomed from the living room. It was less a question and more an announcement of her presence, an acknowledgment that she had returned to his orbit. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Yes, Father. I'm back." She walked into the living room, her eyes scanning the familiar chaos: overflowi
I needed to find a new job as soon as possible. My savings were not going to last us a week and I needed to pay rent as end month was soon approaching. I could not ask my father to chip in despite it being his responsibility to house the twins. He did not care about that. I did not want my sister's to suffer so I had to make sure that I had money to sort out the bills,take them to school and save for an occasional ice cream treat here and there. At the moment though, we could not even afford to get three meals a day. Old Prisley who used to help had also closed shop. I did not want to go to him and home to stress him out. I knew he would give us food if I went to him but I did not want to. He had done enough for me. The only other place I could go to was the former diner. Old Prisley had said that the new owner was willing to give me a job. All I needed to do was go to him and present myself. I was going to tell him that I had been sent by Old Prisley. I just hoped that I would get a
The hospital visit had had me in all sorts of moods. I wished Sir Bronton would wake up and tell me that all was going to be alright. I did not expect him to live forever, we were just mere human beings after all, I just needed him to stay a little bit longer. Was that too much to ask? If he died then I was going to be left with no one. When you are rich like I was, most people believed that you could never be lonely-what with the throng of people depending and following you around. That was far from the truth in my situation; there were people around me but there was no one with me. I was always alone, save for my grandpa. And because I did not like showing vulnerability, I never let people see that. I braved it like the big boy that I was. But now that my favourite human was on his death bed, I was starting to feel the loneliness start to creep in. It did not matter that there were people in the mansion and companies working for me, I was still lonely. Me barely talking to my former
Bronton cursed as he drove off. He did not have time to chat up with strange ladies who had a death wish. He was hurrying to the airport to catch a plane. His pilot had an emergency at the last meeting and he could not afford to drive himself across the town's even if he wanted to.He wanted to wra
Maisse was very late. Emmy had been sick the whole night and she had had to rush her to the nearest hospital. She was sleepy and tired but she could not fail to report to work. It was better to be late than to miss work. She knew Ms. Simmons was already clocked and she was ready for the tongue lash
Sir Bronton, as his workers called him was annoyed. He had been waiting for the real estates agent for one hour now. Where was she? He had other things to do, he had already missed his appointment with another investigation. He needed to close the diner's deal and go back home. Why did people not l
Another day, another tussle, Maisse thought as she dusted her coat and placed it on the book behind the door. This was the third month she was working for Ms. Simmons and she was already getting tired of her complains and naggings. Ms.Simmons was always complaining, Maisse figured out it was why he






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