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(June, 17…One Month Before The Contract Marriage )It was already past ten when I walked in. The grand gate opened as I handed over my invitation card, the golden emblem catching the dim light. This wasn’t just any event—it was the event, exclusive to only the VVIPs from every major business sector. The kind of gathering where fortunes were made or ruined over a single conversation.A valet rushed over as I stepped out of my car, and I tossed him my key without a second glance. The grand home of Mr. Abdalla loomed ahead, magnificent and intimidating. You could say Bianco is the most influential jewelry company, but Abdalla’s Company? He controlled the appraisal of jewelry, the launch of exclusive collections, and the global marketing of high-end pieces. His company was the backbone of the industry, providing top-tier models and connections that stretched across continents. It was no surprise he ranked among the top ten richest billionaires in Kenya.Stepping inside, I took a slow, mea

When I arrived around five, the sight that greeted me was nothing short of chaotic. A large moving truck was parked in the driveway, workers unloading boxes and crates while a team of decorators scurried back and forth. Several photo booths had been set up on the front lawn, their pristine white backdrops fluttering lightly in the evening breeze. The whole scene felt surreal, as if I had just walked onto the set of a high-budget wedding shoot—except it was supposed to be my life.I scanned the crowd and spotted Kurtis standing a few feet away, deeply engrossed in conversation with a group of men in black suits. His expression was unreadable, his posture relaxed yet firm, the very image of a man in control. His gaze flicked toward me for the briefest second before returning to the discussion. Something about his demeanor made me uneasy.Before I could dwell on it, a familiar voice called my name.“What’s going on?” I asked as I approached Fedrick, my voice laced with confusion.“What d

The fire in her eyes was untamed, raw—like a storm barely held back by the fragile restraint of her skin. Impressive, to say the least. A slow smirk curled on my lips, amusement flickering through me despite the absurdity of her words."I want to join the Board of Executives!" she declared, her voice cutting through the room like a blade of ice.I exhaled sharply, staring at her—hard. Maybe I was hoping she was joking, that she’d laugh and brush it off as a fleeting thought. But no. Damn. She meant it.As Fedrick moved about, directing the guests toward dinner, I kept my gaze locked on her, studying every flicker of resolve, every stubborn breath she took."Listen," I said, my tone low, measured, but laced with something dark. "Do you think joining the Executive Board will be enough to get your revenge?"Her brows pinched slightly, but she didn’t falter. "What do you mean? From the beginning, that was what—""You still don’t get it," I cut in, stepping forward. Before she could pull a

It was drizzling when we arrived in Loresho—soft, persistent drops tapping against the windshield like a steady whisper of warning. The clouds above were a pale, bruised gray, smearing across the sky like an old memory. Mist swirled low over the road, clinging to the lush hedges lining the estate as the car glided smoothly into the heart of the private, high-end enclave—Loresho Block 1027.Inside the car, the atmosphere was thick with silence and something unspoken. The faint hum of the engine was barely audible beneath the soft RnB jazz playing low on the radio. The smooth saxophone curled into the air like a lullaby, wrapping the space in an oddly calming warmth—calm before the storm.I was tense, my fingers occasionally tapping the door armrest as I stared ahead. My mind raced with a thousand outcomes. Just one mistake… and we’d both go down. Abdalla wasn’t stupid. Suspicious, maybe. Controlling, definitely. And a marriage that sprouted overnight? That wouldn’t fly under his radar

Her breath was soft—gentle, almost rhythmic. By now, she was deep asleep. Completely gone.And yet I… I couldn’t take my eyes off her.The taste of her lips still lingered—faint but maddeningly present. They were slightly swollen, kissed raw by me, and my tongue kept chasing the memory like it wasn’t ready to let go.I’ve kissed a lot of women.Some were tactics—tools in the mess of scandals I used to orchestrate. Others were fleeting distractions, faces I barely remember now. But her?Evelyn was different.Every time I kissed her, something inside me shifted. My chest tightened, my pulse raced like I’d never done it before. There was this strange, almost helpless ache in me—like I could kiss her for hours and still want more.And now, lying beside her… watching her sleep?God.How the hell can someone be so damn beautiful doing nothing but breathing?Her lips were parted, ever so slightly, letting out the softest little sighs—almost a whisper. The kind of breath that brushed again