All Chapters of The Wolfe's Deal : Married My Ex Fiance's Billionaire Enemy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

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

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

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