All Chapters of A Marriage Deal To Remember : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

JENSYNI smiled across the table at my new client, Derek Mills, in a dimly lit corner table of an exclusive restaurant in the city. Around us, the laughter and chatter of the wealthy elites blended with the clinking of silverware and glasses of expensive wine.My role was simple; act like Derek's doting girlfriend and get paid. This was only our second date, but I already knew enough. Derek was rich, reckless, and engaged to a woman who wasn’t me. A woman who didn’t even know I existed.But it was just a job. I have been working as an escort for almost three months now. The pay was decent, though it was never enough.“Jensyn, would you like me to pour you another glass of wine?” Derek asked, flashing me a smile with a playful gleam in his eyes.I nodded, lifting my glass, even though my stomach twisted. I needed the money too much to let it show. My eyes flicked to the gold watch gleaming on his wrist, the light catching on its sharp edges. “Oh goodness!” Derek exclaimed, looking dow

LINDENI didn't know what in hell I was doing, pressing a full-grown woman against my chest in the storeroom like I had any right to touch her. But hell, the scent of her perfume, still lingering at the base of her neck, teased me and I wanted to hold her still for a while.“If you scream,” I whispered, releasing my grip, “we'd be caught.”She didn't move for a while, but I felt the rapid rhythm of her heartbeat—terrified and uncertain. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She had been terrified to speak the moment she saw Derek.“How…” Her words trailed off, her hands shook at her sides.Before she could question me further, I was moving toward the door. “I'll be back soon,” I said, my voice commanding. “Stay here. Don't make a sound and I promise to keep you safe.”I knew I would fulfil that promise the moment Jensyn spilled her life story in her drunken state. Immediately, I made some calls to find out whose watch she stole. I wasn't that surprised when it turned out to be my bro

JENSYNLinden took me to his mansion again.I had been here once, but it still felt surreal. The house was gigantic. It made me feel like I didn't belong here at will. On a serious note, I honestly didn't belong.“You will need to be presentable for tonight,” Linden said, as if I had always been part of his life. “You must make it show at the gala that we are in love. That 3% share, you WILL work for it.”A gala. Of course.He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he turned to a young woman standing nearby, her uniform crisp and her eyes lowered. “Take her to the room I prepared.”He prepared a room?The maid gave me a quiet smile and motioned for me to follow her. The hallway stretched long, too long, like I was being led deeper into a maze. It wasn't the hallway leading to the room I had awakened in earlier today.We stopped at a white double door. The maid opened it and stepped aside.I froze.It wasn't just a furnished room, it was designed. Soft lighting, creamy walls, a bed frame

JENSYN“So this is what it felt like to be a rich man's wife.” I smiled as I stared at my reflection.The woman who blinked back didn't look like me. She was polished, controlled. The jewelry that adored her hand glittered with pride. The toned dress she wore hugged her figure like it belonged to her the moment it was made.She didn't look like Jensyn Sawyer. I… didn't look like this.But that was the plan, wasn’t it? Make me look like his wife.Linden had briefed me a dozen times, “you will tell them the lie you told my dad. A chance boat meeting. You fell in love quickly. This must be a follow up news to cover up the shit that says I'm gay.”“Well, they are not wrong.” I replied to him and he remained silent before leaving the room.Why… Why did Linden not act like men in books? I thought men were supposed to smirk and laugh with their eyes, this was the typical description used in books. But Linden Rawlings would never act like that.He just wanted me to act. I had been acting for

JENSYN It's been two days since I married Linden and I wouldn't say my life had been any better. Sure, I slept on the sleek sheets and drank wine that probably worth two thousand dollars per bottle. I wore dresses I didn't own and sat across from a man most women would kill to be seen with. But it was all for a show. Married life didn't suit me well. The mansion had been so eerily quiet I could hear my footsteps most of the time I walked. I didn't ask Linden if he found out who leaked my picture. I saw it in his eyes—he knew who did it. But he said nothing. And I didn’t ask. That was the rule in our arrangement: act the part, keep your mouth shut, don’t get too close. So I played my role. The perfect wife. I ate breakfast before he even came downstairs. I gave polite smiles in the hallway and I minded my business. But today… Today, I broke the rules. My phone has been buzzing non-stop since the pictures went viral. River's name flashed on my screen for two days straight, an