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Chapter One

I still remember how excited I was that night.My heart was beating so fast I could barely breathe as I stood outside Daniel’s apartment. In my hand was a small, white-ribboned box, the watch he’d been eyeing for months.A "future husband" gift.In exactly two weeks, we were supposed to say "I do."I smiled to myself, adjusting the strap of my bag. The hallway smelled faintly of fresh paint and someone’s dinner; the lingering scent of garlic hung in the air.I knocked softly. No answer."Daniel?" I called out.Still nothing. He’d told me he would be home tonight. Maybe he was in the shower?I reached into my bag and pulled out the spare key he’d given me months ago. “For when you move in after the honeymoon,” he’d said then, kissing my forehead. My chest warmed at the memory.I unlocked the door and stepped inside."Daniel? I’m here!"The apartment was dim. Only a single light in the living room cast a low, golden glow. His jacket was tossed over the couch, and his shoes were kicked m

Chapter Two

I stared at the blinking cursor on my laptop until the white screen started to burn my eyes. To anyone walking past my office at the publishing house, I probably looked like a focused editor deep in a manuscript. But the truth was, I hadn’t read a single word in nearly an hour. My mind was stuck in a loop, replaying the moment, my life didn't just crumble,it exploded.I reached down and touched the edge of the bottom drawer of my desk. I didn't need to open it to know what was inside. There was a thick envelope filled with "Final Notice" stamps and handwritten threats that hadn't come through the regular mail.Most daughters inherit a house, some jewelry, or maybe just some warm memories when their father dies. I inherited a mountain of debt I didn’t even know existed until the day of his funeral.The police called his death "suspicious." They used a lot of clinical, cold words to describe finding him in that damp alleyway. But once they realized who he’d been rubbing elbows with, the

Chapter Three

The rain started before I even realized I was outside.Cold drops soaked through my blouse as I stumbled down the street. Five years. I’d given Daniel five years of my life. I’d built my entire future around a lie.My phone buzzed in my bag. I ignored it. It buzzed again.Daniel: Let’s handle this like two adults, don't make things difficult.Difficult? He cheated, and I was being "difficult."I shoved the phone away and ducked into the first doorway I saw to get out of the downpour.A bar.It was dim, smelling of expensive bourbon and old leather. Soft jazz played in the background, a sharp contrast to the storm in my head.I sat at the bar. "Whiskey. " I told the bartender.I downed the first shot. It burned like hell, but it felt better than the ache in my chest."Another."By the third glass, the world felt a little fuzzier. "What kind of idiot gets betrayed by everyone at once?" I muttered to the empty air."Not an idiot," a deep, smooth voice said from the stool next to me. "Jus

Chapter Four

For a long moment, I thought the whiskey had finally gotten to me. I thought the combination of grief, betrayal, and the rain had caused my brain to snap, creating a hallucination out of thin air."Marry me," Adrian Wolfe repeated.His voice didn't waver. He didn't lean in with a romantic whisper or look at me with any kind of affection. He spoke the words with a steady, clinical coldness, as if he were discussing a corporate merger or a real estate deal rather than a life-altering vow.I blinked, the burn of the alcohol still scratching at the back of my throat. I looked around the dim, half-empty bar, half-expecting a hidden camera to pop out. "You’re serious?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "You’re actually serious?""Completely," he said. He didn't even blink.I let out a short, jagged laugh that felt more like a cough. "This is insane. We don't even know each other’s middle names. I don't know your favorite color, and you don't know that I hate the sound of whistling. We are

Chapter Five

The next morning, I woke up with a scream trapped in my throat. I bolted upright, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. For a split second, I didn't know where I was, but then the familiar peeling wallpaper of my tiny room came into focus."What have I done?" I groaned, burying my face in my pillow.The sunlight felt too bright, cutting through the gaps in my thin curtains like a blade. My head throbbed with a dull, rhythmic pulse—the price of the whiskey and the trauma of the night before. I desperately hoped it had all been a fever dream brought on by a mental breakdown. I wanted the encounter with the man in the charcoal coat to be a hallucination, a side effect of hitting rock bottom.Then, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.Unknown Number: My driver is outside.My stomach dropped, and the air left my lungs. It wasn't a dream. It was a deadline.I crawled out of bed and crept toward the window, pulling the curtain back just an inch. My quiet, residential street l

Chapter Six

Daniel found out exactly forty-eight hours after the ink dried on the marriage certificate.I was sitting in the library of Adrian’s massive penthouse, feeling less like a wife and more like an intruder in a museum. Everything in the room was too perfect, the leather-bound books I was afraid to touch, the scent of expensive sandalwood, and the heavy silence that seemed to swallow my breathing.Then, the silence shattered.My phone began to vibrate uncontrollably on the mahogany side table. At first, I thought it was a glitch. But then the notifications started flooding the screen in a relentless wave. Instagram tags, frantic missed calls, and news alerts from apps I didn’t even remember downloading.My heart climbed into my throat as I clicked the first headline at the top of my feed.BREAKING: Tech Titan Adrian Wolfe Marries Mystery Bride in Secret Courthouse Ceremony.Underneath the bold text was a photo. It was high-definition, professional, and devastating. Adrian and I were caugh

Chapter Seven

Three days after the news broke, the doorbell rang.I was sitting in the sprawling living room of Adrian’s penthouse, still trying to wrap my head around the sudden twist of the last seventy-two hours.On Monday, I was a woman with a cheating fiancé and a shattered heart. By Wednesday, I was the wife of the city’s most formidable billionaire.My phone hadn't stopped buzzing. Old classmates, distant relatives, and even an aunt who hadn't spoken to me in a decade were suddenly "checking in." They all wanted to know the same thing: How?The doorbell rang again, sharper this time."Are you expecting someone?" I asked Adrian.He was sitting across from me, his focus entirely on the tablet in his hand. "No."I stood up, a strange, prickling tension rising in my chest. Something felt off. I walked to the door and pulled it open.My stomach dropped into my shoes.Sophie stood there.She was as polished as ever—perfect hair, designer heels, and that practiced, porcelain smile. But her eyes wer

Chapter Eight

Later that evening, Adrian called me into his office.The room was a cathedral of glass and steel, overlooking the glowing veins of the city below. It felt cold and expensive, just like him. He gestured for me to sit in a velvet chair."We need to discuss the parameters of this arrangement," he said.I sat down and crossed my legs. "A little late for the 'what are we' talk, don't you think?"He ignored my sarcasm. "There are three rules.""Of course there are."He leaned forward. His hands were folded on the mahogany desk. "Rule one: In public, we are the picture of a devoted couple. Events, media, dinners… we are inseparable.""Fine. I can act," I replied."Rule two: Our private lives remain separate, this penthouse has many wings. You stay in yours; I stay in mine."I blinked. A small part of me felt a weird pang of... what? Relief? Disappointment? "So, we're basically high-end roommates.""Exactly”. Rule three..." He paused. His gaze became intense. "No emotional involvement. Fro

Chapter Nine

The morning light in the Wolfe penthouse was cold, filtering through the floor-to-ceiling glass in sharp, clinical streaks. I sat at the expensive marble island in the kitchen, my fingers curled around a cup of black coffee I hadn’t touched. I was still getting used to the silence of this place,a silence that felt heavy with the weight of billions of dollars and a thousand secrets.The quiet was shattered by the rhythmic click-clack of polished leather against the hardwood. Adrian entered the room, already fully dressed in a charcoal three-piece suit. He didn't offer a "good morning"; Instead, he flicked a heavy, cream-colored envelope across the marble surface. It slid toward me, stopping just inches from my mug."Open it," he commanded, his voice a low, vibrating baritone.I set my coffee down, my heart skipping a beat. I recognized the gold-seal immediately: The Brook Foundation. It was the annual charity gala for Daniel’s family firm. For three years, I had helped plan this event

Chapter 10

The ballroom looked like something out of a dream or a nightmare, depending on how you looked at it.Crystal chandeliers hung from the soaring ceilings like frozen stars, casting a warm, golden glow over the elite of the city. Waiters in white gloves glided through the crowd with trays of vintage champagne, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and even more expensive secrets.Everywhere I looked, there were people I had only seen on the news. Powerful CEOs, socialites, and investors who moved with the kind of confidence that only comes from having millions in the bank.And then there was me.I smoothed the fabric of the floor-length black silk dress I wore,It was elegant, with a low-cut back and a slit that showed more leg than I was used to. It made me feel beautiful, but it also made me feel like a target."You’re shaking," Adrian said, his voice a low vibration beside me.We were standing just outside the grand double doors of the ballroom. I could hear the swe

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