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.
Gripping the steering wheel Carson's knuckles turned white. With an angry metallic clang that reverberated throughout the silent evening the car door slammed shut behind him. His entire body was trembling as he sat there not only from anger but also from intense nauseating guilt. Because of his mother Annabel was in pain when he left her alone. He had let her down. He felt a chilly knot of shame as the thought twisted inside him. The storm that was raging inside him was not much calmed by the deep breaths he took. At last he inserted the ignition key. As the engine roared to life he squealed his tires on the pavement as he pulled out of the driveway. He returned to the mansion in a car that was too fast. Every time he turned the wheel the tension in his shoulders increased. He didn't even bother to shut the mansions imposing front doors before bursting through. He had an objective. The huge deserted foyer reverberated with the sound of his irate entrance. A picture of flawless ca
The front door closed with a sound. The sound was quiet but definitive. Once again the apartment was enveloped in silence. Something felt different this time. The weight of the recently concluded conversation and everything left unsaid hung heavy in the air. Fred was a calm sturdy man who stood in the living room. His gaze remained focused on the corridor where Annabel had vanished. There was still a faint sound of her footsteps. After that nothing. He remained motionless for a minute. He simply listened. Outside he could hear the distant sounds of traffic and the quiet hum of the kitchen refrigerator. However there was nothing but a thick profound silence from the rear corridor. He was wise enough to avoid rushing in. Pushing was something he knew better. He went back into the kitchen and started to fill a container with the remaining pasta. He moved slowly and methodically. He cleaned the forks after the final plate. His thoughts were diverted. The unadulterated unfiltered pai
The straightforward meal came to an end. After getting to her feet, Annabel started gathering the empty bowls. Fred followed suit. Their motions had a calm easy rhythm. In response Fred said “I can do the dishes.”“It's the least I can do.” answered Annabel. “You prepared food. It’s also my mess.”Fred smiled without arguing. He simply gave her a bowl to dry in. Annabel accepted it stroking his fingers. He did not retreat. The sound of running water filled the tiny kitchen as they stood next to each other at the sink. They sat in cozy silence while Annabel washed and Fred dried. The apartment was suddenly filled with a sharp loud knock. It had a demanding almost urgent tone. Annabel's eyebrows shot up in surprise as she turned to face Fred. “Are you expecting someone?” She questioned.His forehead wrinkled into a frown as he shook his head. “No. Not a soul.”He cast a wary glance in the direction of the living room. Using a towel Annabel dried her hands completely before folding
The silence had grown oppressive. Annabel sat on the couch barely comfortable on the plush cushions. She had a dizzying loop of thoughts. Her legs were stiff from sitting still for so long but she forced herself to stand up at last. She entered the kitchen quietly. The air was heavy with the aroma of herbs and garlic. Fred hummed softly as he stood facing away from her. Standing before the stove he was agitating a pan. He was dressed in a basic gray t-shirt. It was the first time she had seen him like that. At home. It was a startling and peculiar sight. In sharp contrast to the jumble of her thoughts he appeared calm. With a spatula in his hand Fred turned at her silent entrance. His eyes crinkled at the corners as a warm smile appeared on his face. “Hey.” he said. He spoke in a soft low tone. “Look at what the cat brought.” She smiled a little hesitantly. “My hunger was growing.”He turned back to the pan and said “Good. I was afraid I'd have to eat everything by myself. Its
The figure was tall and broad. His face was a blur in my drunken vision. “Annabel?” he said. His voice was not Carson's. It was deeper, more of a rumble. The voice was familiar.“Fred?” I whispered, my voice thick.“Yeah, it’s me. What are you doing here? I was worried about you.” His hand was warm on my shoulder, a solid, grounding weight in my spinning world.“I… I just needed to get away,” I said, my head dropping forward. The world spun again, the neon lights of the bar swirling into a nauseating kaleidoscope of color.“From what? From who?” he asked, his voice now laced with a protective anger that was both fierce and comforting.I looked up at him. I couldn't focus on his face, but I could see the concern in his eyes, a genuine worry that sliced through the alcohol-fueled haze.“Everything. All of it. Victoria, Carson…” The dam I had been holding back for hours finally broke. I started to cry again. The tears came easily now, a hot, wet torrent on my face, mingling with the s
I got up from the floor. My body felt heavy, and my limbs ached. I stumbled into the bathroom. The light of the vanity mirror was harsh. I splashed cold water on my face. The sting was a welcome shock. Then I looked up.My eyes widened. There, on my cheek, was a faint red mark, a small bruise blooming just below my cheekbone. It was a stark visual reminder of Victoria’s hatred. I clenched my hands on the sink. The porcelain felt cold against my skin. I had to get out. I had to leave this place.The thought consumed me. It wasn't a flicker of an idea; it was a fire, burning away the last remnants of my hesitation. The silence of the mansion, once a comfort, now felt oppressive, like a tomb. Every hallway seemed to echo with Victoria's contempt, every expensive piece of furniture a testament to a life I no longer wanted. I didn’t belong here. I never had. This wasn’t a home; it was a gilded cage, and the bruise on my face was a key turning in the lock.I went to my closet, my movem
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