I am ANNABEL DRAKE, a woman who has spent her entire life in the Shadows of others. A forgotten girl child ,and also an underestimated employee, in fact I am everything you can think of because I have been through a lot . It started after my father was imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit. My family lost everything: our fortune, our home, and most painfully, our dignity. My mother fell ill under the weight of disgrace, and I became the sole provider, fighting every day just to keep us alive . When an unexpected job opportunity lands in my lap, I see it as an opening way out of poverty and struggle. Working as an executive assistant for Carson Clair, the almighty billionaire CEO of Sonclair Enterprises, isn't easy. He's rude , and unnecessarily leading over everyone in a bad manner, and I can tell you unapologetically that he's everything I despise in a man. But the paycheck is good, and I need it . Then, the unimaginable happens after a few months. Carson makes me an offer I can't refuse because it is such a juicy offer. It was a contract marriage . He needs a wife to secure a billion-dollar deal, and in exchange, he promises to clear my Father's name, pay off my mother's medical Bills, and set me up for life. It sounds like a dream... Until I realize I'm falling for him. Just as I start to believe that maybe, just maybe, this arrangement could turn into something real, my world shatters again. I discovered a secret which was actually the truth and it changed everything. Carson isn't who I through he was. And neither is the man I've been secretly confiding in ... Fred Mark.
View MoreIf someone had told me years ago that I’d end up in a fake marriage with the most powerful CEO in New York, I would have laughed in disbelief.
Because I, Annabel Drake, wasn’t a desperate or love-starved woman looking for a rich man to save me. I have principles and I take pride in it. And most of all, I had hatred for everything men like Carson Clair represented.
Yet life happened when my father was framed and locked up. Leaving my mother, once a happy woman became devastated and now here I am right here standing in the luxurious office of Carson Clair that I would have vowed not to have anything to do with.
"I need you to marry me."He spilled that fateful evening after work.
My brain stopped working for a full six seconds.
Then, I laughed."I must have heard you wrong."I said, sounding as shocked as possible.
Carson leaned back in his chair, completely unbothered, like he hadn’t just dropped the most insane statement of the century.
"You heard me just fine,"he replied.
I stared at him, unsure of how to feel or what to say. A man like Carson Clair didn’t need to buy a wife, women practically threw themselves at his feet. He was rich, ridiculously good-looking, and had more power than the President, so why the hell was he looking at me like I was his only option?
"Why me?" My voice came out shaky, but I didn’t care.
"Because you hate me."He smiled.
I blinked. "And that makes me the perfect wife… how?"
"Because I don’t need a real wife," he said smoothly. "I need a contract wife.
Someone who won’t fall in love, and who will do exactly what I say and walk away when it’s over. No strings. No complications."
"And what do I get in return?"I asked curiously.
"I’ll clear your father’s name,"He said.
"Excuse me?" My voice lowers like a whisper.
"I know what happened to your father, I know he was framed. I also know that the people who did it are too powerful for you to fight alone."
"And you’re saying you can fix it?"
He nodded. "In just six months of marriage, your father’s record is wiped clean, your mother’s medical bills will be settled and you will have a secured life for yourself”.
“Be my wife,that's all,”He added.
For years, I had fought and had suffered humiliation, I watched my mother waste away, and stood helpless as my father rotted in prison for a crime he didn’t commit.
And now, out of nowhere, the well known wealthy arrogant man offered me everything I had been fighting for? It's too good to be true.
"There’s something you’re not telling me," I whispered.
"There are many things I’m not telling you, Annabel. But that’s not your concern."He said unmoved.
For a second, I found myself in a situation where I just wanna run off and deny this ambush I smell, but then, my mother’s sick face flashed in my mind. My father’s voice pleading his innocence echoes in my head.
The years I had wasted trying to fight a battle I was never going to win on my own made me realize I had nothing left than to accept this only way out.
I raised my face "Give me the contract."
And just like that, I made a deal with the devil.
One that I already knew… I was going to regret it.
*********
The silence between us remained for a long time as Carson walked back to his desk, completely at ease, like he hadn’t just turned my entire world upside down.
"I’ll have my lawyers draft the contract by tomorrow."He said finally.
"Tomorrow?" My voice came out louder in shock. "You expect me to sign my life away tomorrow?"
"Yes. You don’t have much time, Annabel. Every day that passes, your father sits in that prison, and your mother’s condition worsens. Or am I wrong?"
I hated men like him. Men who thought they could control the world, who thought people were just pieces in their little business games.
And now I was about to become one of those pieces.
"Fine," I muttered. "But I have rules too."
Carson raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "Oh? Make me know ."
I folded my arms. "First, no physical contact. This is a business arrangement, nothing more."
"Afraid you’ll fall for me?"
I rolled my eyes. "No. I just don’t like you."
"Fine. What else?"
I hesitated. "I want proof that you can actually clear my father’s name. I won’t sign anything until I see real evidence that you have the power to do that."
He nodded. "Fair enough. You’ll get your proof."
I exhaled, feeling slightly more in control. "Good. Then we have a deal."
Carson extended his hand. I stared at it.
Shaking hands with him felt like sealing a deal with the devil.
But I did it anyway.
I pulled my hand back quickly, clearing my throat. "I’ll be expecting the contract."
Carson’s eyes remained on me.
"Welcome to hell, Mrs. Clair."He said.
I walked out of his office with my heart pounding, knowing one thing for sure.
I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.
**********
As I stepped out of Carson’s office, the reality of what I had just dawned on me.
Oh my !!!!! I was going to be a Mrs and married to a man I so much despise .I had just traded my happiness and freedom to a billionaire but all for the sake of my parents and getting back our dignity so it's fine.
While in deep thought, my phone vibrated in my bag. I pulled it out, already knowing who it was.
Fred.
I hesitated before answering.
"Annabel?" His voice showing concern. "You okay?"
I swallowed hard, forcing a smile he couldn’t see. "Yeah, I’m fine."
I wasn’t.
And something told me… this was only the beginning.
I welcomed myself to hell.
Carson stood in the middle of the ballroom, his eyes scanning the chaos around him. Workers moved about, carrying flowers, setting tables, and adjusting decorations. The air smelled of roses and fresh paint. He tugged at his collar, feeling the tightness spread across his chest.Victoria stood by the stage, her voice sharp and commanding. “The centerpieces must be higher! Everything must look perfect!” she said. Carson sighed quietly. Her tone had not changed in weeks. Every day felt like a performance, and he was the unwilling actor.He watched as Bridget walked in, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Her eyes shone with excitement as she inspected the arrangements. “It’s beautiful, Carson! Can you believe it’s almost here?” she said, holding his arm. Carson smiled weakly. “Yeah, almost,” he said.Bridget turned to a planner nearby. “Make sure the champagne matches the tablecloth color,” she said. Carson frowned slightly. “I think champagne is champagne,” he murmured.
Fred woke up to the sound of silence. The room felt cold, and the air carried no warmth of movement or laughter. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, and for a moment, he almost called out Anabelle’s name. But then he remembered—she wasn’t there anymore.He looked at the empty chair by his window where she used to sit with her morning coffee. Her cup was still on the shelf, clean and unused. Fred sighed, pressing his lips together. The sound of her humming, the way she always filled the house with energy, was gone.He walked into the kitchen, his footsteps echoing faintly on the tiles. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, landing on the clean counter. No music, no chatter, no smell of toast. “Guess it’s just me today,” he muttered, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes.Fred opened the fridge and stared inside. He noticed the things she liked—the jam jar, the oat milk, the half-empty butter container. He touched the jar gently and whispered, “You always left it op
Fred sat on the edge of the couch, his hands clasped together. The house was quiet, too quiet. The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed louder than usual. He let out a soft sigh and looked around the living room that once felt full of life.Anabelle’s laughter used to fill this space. He could almost hear it echoing faintly in the corners of the room. Her favorite blanket still rested on the armchair, folded neatly, just the way she liked it. Fred reached out and touched it, his chest tightening as memories flooded back.He remembered how she used to hum softly while cooking breakfast. The scent of toast and coffee would drift through the house every morning. Now, the kitchen was spotless and silent, the counters empty, the air still. It felt strange not to hear her voice singing off-key.When she told him she had found her own place, Fred smiled. He told her he was proud, and he truly was. But deep inside, something heavy began to settle. He knew this was what he wanted for he
The streets were illuminated by the morning sun as Anabelle and Fred left the café with their coffee cups. Her eyes glistened with excitement. “I'm still in shock that this is actually happening I just want everything to feel right.”“It will. We'll locate the ideal one today” he said. “You really think so?” She asked “I know so,”he remarked. Taking a tiny sip of her coffee she grinned. “Last night I researched three apartments online. They appear nice but images can be deceiving” she said. “They always do. We're meeting them face-to-face because of this” he said. “I’m happy you're accompanying me,” she said. “Obviously. Someone needs to ensure that you don't pick a location based solely on its attractive curtains” he said. She burst out laughing. “I wouldn't do that.”“You would.” he laughed As they approached his car they both laughed. She grinned appreciatively as he opened the door for her and entered. The first apartment was encircled by flower gardens and trees in a p
As Anabelle walked out of the office the cool evening air felt gentle against her face. The city lights twinkled like little stars and she couldn’t stop smiling. Her steps were swift and her heart felt light. She took out her phone and called Fred. He heard the second ring. He said “Hey, what's that smile in your voice?” “I want to share something important with you.” she said “You seem excited,” he said. “What is it?” “I will tell you face-to-face.” She said “Are you home?”“Yes, I just returned from work,”he said. “I’ll be over” she said. “All right, move quickly. I'll place an order, " he declared. She said “All right see you soon.”She flagged a cab as the call came to an end. She was constantly grinning when she was reflected in the window. “I did it,” she muttered to herself. The hallway of Fred's apartment was filled with the aroma of food when she arrived. Quickly she knocked. Fred, still in his casual shirt, opened the door. He said “You ran here didn't you?”“Perh
Soft light fell on the desks as the morning sun touched the office windows. Anabelle was typing rapidly while seated in her corner. She made an effort to remain composed but her heart was racing. Despite being exhausted from working late every night this week she felt a different vibe today. Her phone rang. Jude had sent her a message. Her hands trembled a little as she read it twice. “What could it be?”She muttered to herselfClara, her friend, bent over the desk. “You seemed alarmed.”“Jude just sent me a text. He wants to see me.” Anabelle told herClara smiled back. “Perhaps it's a good thing” she remarked. “Hopefully so. My heart is pounding too quickly” Anabelle said. “Calm down Anna. You've put in a lot of effort. He might want to express his gratitude for the project.” Clara said Anabelle nodded slowly but the tightness in her chest persisted. She checked the time. Five minutes to ten o'clock had arrived. After straightening her shirt she got up and proceeded down the
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