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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.
The night was cool and quiet, with a soft breeze brushing against the trees outside Annabelle’s home. The stars above shone brightly, scattered like diamonds across the dark sky. Annabelle had just returned from a long day at the office. Her heels clicked lightly against the path as she walked toward her front door, humming softly to herself. She looked peaceful—calm in a way she hadn’t been in years. But as she lifted her eyes, her steps slowed.Someone was waiting for her.Fred stood at the end of the path, half-hidden in the shadows. His hands were in his pockets, and his shoulders were tense. When he saw her, he straightened, his face filled with something she hadn’t seen in a long time—pain mixed with hope.“Annabelle,” he said quietly, his voice almost breaking.Annabelle froze for a moment. She hadn’t seen him since the trial, since everything fell apart. Memories rushed through her—his betrayal, her anger, the lies. But she also remembered the laughter they once shared, the w
The morning sun filtered gently through the tall windows of Annabelle’s office. The city outside was already awake—cars moving, people hurrying—but inside her space, everything felt calm and steady. She liked it that way. Her desk was neatly arranged: a vase of white lilies, a stack of reports, and her favorite pen resting beside her planner. It was her little world, quiet and full of purpose.Annabelle had built a new routine—one that balanced work with peace. She worked hard during the day, meeting clients, reviewing projects, and checking on her teams. But when the sun went down, she made sure to leave it all behind. The woman who once carried the weight of every burden had learned how to breathe again.That morning, Clara entered with two cups of coffee. “Good morning, Annabelle,” she said cheerfully.“Good morning,” Annabelle replied, smiling as she took one of the cups. “You’re early today.”“I wanted to go over the partnership proposal before the meeting,” Clara said, taking a
The city skyline shimmered beneath the morning sun as Annabelle’s car pulled up in front of the tall glass building that once felt too heavy with memories. Her father’s company—now hers to lead. For a moment, she sat inside the car, watching the reflection of the world she was about to change. Then she took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and stepped out.The guard at the entrance smiled and greeted her respectfully. “Good morning, Miss Hayes.”“Good morning,” Annabelle replied with a calm smile, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she entered the grand lobby. The familiar scent of polished wood and coffee greeted her. Everything looked the same, yet everything felt different.She had come back not as a daughter protecting her father’s name, but as a woman ready to build something greater.Her father, Mr. Hayes, was waiting in his office upstairs. When she entered, he stood by the window, the morning light falling across his gray hair and gentle smile.“You look
The sea was calm that morning, its soft rhythm brushing against the shore like a gentle whisper. Annabelle stood barefoot on the sand, the cool water curling around her toes. The salty breeze lifted her hair, and for the first time in a long while, she breathed without pain.The villa she rented sat high on a small hill overlooking the ocean. It was simple—white walls, wooden floors, wide windows that welcomed the sun. Every corner of it felt peaceful, untouched by the noise of the world she had left behind.Each morning, she rose early, long before the sun had fully claimed the sky. She would wrap a shawl around her shoulders, step outside, and listen. The waves. The birds. The silence. It was the kind of quiet that didn’t ask anything of her, the kind that allowed her to just exist.Her first few days there were spent doing nothing at all. She ate when she was hungry, slept when she was tired, and watched the horizon until the sun melted into the sea. Sometimes, tears came without w
Annabelle sat on the edge of her bed, the morning light streaming through the half-open curtains. The trial was over. Justice had been served. Her father was free at last. She should have felt victorious, but instead, her heart felt heavy. The courtroom’s noise still echoed in her ears—voices rising, papers shuffling, the judge’s gavel striking like thunder. It was all behind her now, yet it still clung to her like a shadow.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, but she ignored it. For once, she wanted silence—no reporters, no calls, no pitying words. She needed air. Freedom. Peace.She stood and walked to the mirror. The woman who stared back didn’t look like the same Annabelle from months ago. The sparkle in her eyes had dimmed. Her smile had grown faint. Her once soft expression now held something cold, something distant. Victory had changed her, and not in the way she expected.She reached for her suitcase and began packing slowly. A light blue dress. A pair of sandals. Her journal
The courtroom was packed once again, but this time, the air was different. The fear that had once followed Annabelle like a shadow was gone. In its place stood a quiet strength. She had won her father’s freedom, but now came the next battle — the one that would strip Victoria Carson of everything she had built through deceit.Annabelle arrived early, dressed in a simple black suit. She didn’t wear jewelry, didn’t smile for the cameras. This wasn’t about fame or triumph; it was about justice. Her lawyer, Mr. Graham, walked beside her, his voice calm but steady. “Today we finished it,” he said.“I know,” Annabelle answered softly. “No mercy.”Inside, Victoria Carson sat at the defendant’s table. Her once-perfect posture was gone. Her hair, once styled with precision, was loosely tied back. The woman who had commanded boardrooms and manipulated empires now looked smaller, thinner, and pale. Even her expensive clothes couldn’t hide the tremor in her hands.Her lawyers whispered urgently







