If 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.
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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.
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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.
After the whole issue with Bridget, I suddenly felt the need to go to the prison to see my father. I had been avoiding this day for so long, and knew it was coming.“I feel the need to see my father,”I said to Carson.“Truth be told, I've thought of it too,”He replied.“Let's go by noon,”I said.“Okay ma'am “.**********Carson was quiet all morning. He knew how much I was struggling so he didn’t ask questions, but I could see it in his eyes—he wanted to be there for me, no matter how hard it would be.It was finally noon and we drove straight to the prison, although it was a quiet drive but I feel there's a lot going on, in our minds.“You don’t have to do this,” he said finally, as we sat in the car outside the prison gates.I squeezed his hand. “I do. I have to hear it from him. I need to know the truth,"I said.Carson nodded, but his face was filled with concern. “I’ll be right there. No matter what happens,”he said.We sat in silence for a moment. The thought of seeing my fathe
The moment Carson walked out the door, I felt cold, I stood there for a long time, not knowing what to do. Fred watched me.“You’re not really going to let him go alone, are you?” he asked.I turned to him slowly. “I don’t want to,” I said. “But he told me not to follow,"I added.Fred crossed his arms. “And you’re just going to listen to that?”he said.“I don’t know,” I whispered. “I’m scared,"I said.Fred picked up his phone. “Let’s track him,”he said.I stared at him.“You said his phone has a location on, right?” he asked.I nodded slowly.“Then we’ll follow from a distance,” he said. “Quietly. No shouting, no jumping in unless we have to.”he said.“Okay,” I said. “But we'll stay back,"I replied.“Promise,” Fred replied.We followed the little blue dot on Fred’s phone screen. Carson was driving to the edge of town, near the old storage lots. The place looked empty on the map, but I didn’t like it. Not one bit.“Why would she ask him to meet here?” I asked.“Because she doesn’t wan
I didn’t sleep much that night, I just laid in bed with my eyes open, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything. My heart felt heavy and noisy with different thoughts running through it.Carson didn’t come to bed, although I didn’t tell him not to… but he knew I needed space.**********By morning, I stepped out of the room. Carson was on the couch, sitting with his hands together, elbows on his knees. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept either.He stood when he saw me.“Good morning,” he said, softly.“Morning,” I replied.We stood there in silence for a moment.Then I sat on the couch and he sat too, but not too close.“I’m sorry,” he said.I nodded. “I know,”I replied.He sighed. “I should’ve told you everything from the start. About Bridget. About the fake engagement. About everything,”he said.I looked at him. “Why didn’t you?”I asked.“I was scared,” he replied. “Scared you’d walk away. Scared it would ruin everything.”he said again.I looked down at my hands.“But hid
The sun was shining through the windows when I woke up and for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t waking up from fear. I wasn’t jumping up to check the doors or listen for strange sounds. I just… opened my eyes and breathed peacefully.Carson was still sleeping beside me, his arm across my waist, holding me like he didn’t want to let go. I smiled a little and touched his cheek, as I'm enjoying that little moment.He slowly opened his eyes.“You’re awake,” he said with a sleepy voice.“Yes,” I whispered. “And you’re still here.”I added.He pulled me closer. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said.We stayed like that for a while, with no words, no fear, just peace and silence.Then my stomach growled loudly and we both laughed.“I guess someone’s hungry,” Carson said.“I didn’t even eat well yesterday,” I replied with a smile.“Well, let’s fix that,” he said and sat up. “Today, we'll cook. No laptops, no files, no fights. Just food and lovely moments,”he said again.“I like the sound of
I was still sitting on the floor, wrapped in Carson’s arms, my body was sore, my heart still racing in response to the whole event.Carson helped me up slowly. “We should clean up,” he said.I nodded, my voice gone. Broken chairs, shattered glass, blood stains—everything around us looked like a war zone.We cleaned in silence for a while, then Carson’s phone buzzed again.He picked it up and stepped away to answer, while I sat on the couch, hugging my knees, when he returned with a dark look.“What is it?” I asked.He sat beside me. “It’s Fred,” he said.“What about him?” I asked slowly.Carson rubbed his face. “He was never running. He wasn’t scared. He played us,” he said.I frowned. “What do you mean?”“The files… the book… They were real. But he was never trying to help. He gave it to us so we could take the fall,” Carson said bitterly.“What?” I said unsure of the reaction to give.“He leaked a version of the story to the press—twisted it. Made it look like we stole the files, ma
It was early morning when we started planning. Carson spread all the files on the living room table, the laptop was open and the little book from Fred was beside it. There were pages, screenshots, names, photos—all mixed together.“This is everything we need,” Carson said.I stared at it all. It looked like a war map. A quiet war, full of secrets and shadows.“So, how do we do this?” I asked.“We go public,” he said. “We hit them where it hurts and this is not leaving behind their reputation, their money, all of it,”he added.I nodded slowly. “Okay. But how do we do that safely?”I asked.Carson tapped the laptop. “We send it out to the right people including the journalists, investigators, and even social media. Everything at once, so they can’t stop it.”He said .I swallowed. “And if they find us before that?”I asked.He looked at me. “Then we go down fighting,”He said.We didn’t eat much that day because we were too focused and too alert, we just wanted to sort everything out and th