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The air was thick, heavy with silence. I turned back slowly. The man already had a robe on, but he was closer to me than I'd anticipated and our faces were only inches apart. “W-what?” I stutter “I need a wife and I think you'll be perfect for the job” He said simply like he went around asking all the women he slept with to marry him. “I don't know who you think you are but I'm not that kind of woman. This was a one time thing and I was drunk” He steps back from me and goes to the intercom on his bedside. While I'm busy standing there, in shock of his ‘proposition’ the man calls room service for his breakfast. “Is this some kind of joke to you?” “Here…” He returns to me with his business card but I barely glance at it. “Call me when you've reconsidered” He said, his words closely mirror Harry's and it angers me. “Why? Because you think I'm some cheap slut who you can use and command as you please? I don't know who you are mister, but this was a mistake and I never want to see

After days of trying to reach him he'd finally showed up at my door to save me. “Are you hurt?” His rich voice cleared my thoughts as I stared at him, totally transfixed. I could muster up any words yet so I simply shook my head. “Come. These men will be taken care of” o didn't protest as he carried me in his arms and took me to his car. He set me down in the passenger seat and fixed my seat belt. I was still in shock. Still processing. The man drove for about a half hour and stopped in front of a grand mansion. He helped me out of the car and led me inside. I kept looking around. I'd thought Harry was rich but this man redefined the word. A small flicker of hope sparked within me. Maybe, just maybe I still had a chance to pay for mums surgery. The man took me to the living room and dropped me on the couch. A maid came soon after and offered me a glass of water. My throat was a but parched from all the yelling, so I took the water gratefully.All the while, the man observed me s

The night had unfurled with such intensity that Anita could practically taste it on her tounge. Harry's grin, Eleanor's chilly appreasial, and Nathan's impenetrable silence had all combined to create a dark atmosphere that remained to her even after they departed the packed patio.The huge estate's interior was as imposing as its appearance, with chandeliers gleaming above and polished marble flooring reflecting the luxury of each meticulously chosen details.Anita felt like an outsider, a sight for the family to enjoy. Despite he cool demeanour, her heart was still beating from the experience. She couldn't get rid of the memory of Harry's knowing look, the way his eyes glittered with bitter enjoyment when he addressed her past.Nathan's grip on he back was light and almost casual, yet it still sent a peculiar bolt of warmth down her spine.she was still trying to make sense of everything-what had occurred tonight, and how things had escalated so swiftly.Only a few months ago, she wa

Anita felt suffocated by the demands in Nathan's household. Despite the mansion's wealth and size, every room felt cold and menacing. Eleanor's frosty glares, Stacy's covert barbs, and Harry's overt manipulations were regular reminders that she was not genuinely welcome in this environment.For the most part, Nathan kept his distance. He was still present, but their chats were brief and their exchanges mechanical. A contract. A business arrangement. That was what he had promised her, yet the space between them felt like an abyss. She couldn't help but wonder: was there more beneath the surface? Was Nathan's indifference a shield, or did it reflect his actual feelings?Her days were filled with the humdrum responsibilities that come with being the wife of a billionaire: attending galas, pretending to be interested in charity events, and dealing with Nathan's family's continual judgement. It was taxing, but Anita had learnt to excel in her profession. She appeared to be the ideal wife,

The ensuing days were a jumble of frigid silences and fleeting meetings. The tension between Anita and Nathan was obvious, heavy as a storm about to break. Each time their paths met, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy between them, and Anita's need for more—more from him, more from their marriage—grew stronger, chewing away. She had attempted to understand and adapt to his world, but now there was a sense of dread that made it difficult to breathe.But she wasn't only concerned about Nathan. Anita's thoughts concerning Harry got increasingly uncomfortable. He was a continuous thorn in her side, mocking her with innuendos and unrelenting attempts to influence her. He had made it apparent that he did not consider her a true member of the family, and the way he tried to irritate her put her on edge. What was his endgame?A week after the event, the first indication of anything very alarming appeared. Anita sat in her own study, reviewing some documents Nathan had given her c