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CHAPTER 10: Beginning of the end.

Author: Daisy
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-24 22:10:48

MICHAEL’S POV

I hadn’t seen her since the day I proposed.

Not that it was a real proposal, or that I ever wanted to see her again. There was no intention, no fireworks, no falling to one knee with stars in our eyes.

It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even close. Just a contract disguised as romance, a performance meant to pacify expectations and sign off on a transaction.

She needed money. I needed an image.

So I wired the $500,000 for her mother’s treatment. And in return, she gave me her name. As long as she played the part of my wife, we were even.

There were no calls. No messages. Not even a courtesy text after the agreement was signed. We became silent business partners, each waiting for the other to show up and do their part.

So when the day of the wedding finally arrived, I didn’t expect anything from her. Least of all, that she’d actually come.

I heard she was getting ready at her place. The makeup. The hair. A white dress my mother insisted on choosing herself. The florals, the lace
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