All Chapters of Contract Marriage With The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The elevator ride to the parking garage felt longer than usual and Robert was already waiting by the car when I stepped out, his posture straight and patient the way it always was, and something about his steadiness made the tightness in my chest worse."Home, Miss Chen?" he asked as he opened the back door."Yes." I slid into the leather seat and pulled out my phone. I saw twenty three missed calls from my assistant and I knew I needed to handle this carefully because disappearing without explanation wasn't an optionI dialed Jennifer's number and she picked up on the first ring."Vivian, where have you been? The Hong Kong investors are waiting for your call, the board meeting starts in an hour and...""Jennifer, I need you to listen to me." I kept my voice calm and controlled. "Something's come up and I need to leave the country for a while."Silence on the other end and then, "What do you mean leave the country? We have the merger closing next week.""I know." I watched the cit

The next morning I woke up with my back screaming in protest. That bed was a torture device disguised as furniture. I sat up slowly, every bone in me complaining as I moved.I could hear voices outside, the sound of motorbikes revving, someone shouting in Thai. The sounds of normal life happening while mine was falling apart.I pulled out the piece of paper the desk clerk had given me yesterday, studied the address he'd scribbled in messy handwriting. If I was going to find a husband who believed I was poor, I needed to be somewhere even more convincing than this dump.I showered in the bathroom that had questionable water pressure, got dressed in my plainest jeans, a simple t-shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror. No one would recognize me as Vivian Chen, CEO of Chen Industries. I looked like any other struggling foreigner trying to make ends meet in a country that wasn't her own.Good.I grabbed my bag, headed downstairs. The same clerk from yesterday was at the desk, still playin

I woke up to the sound of clanging pots.My eyes shot open. The sky was barely light, that gray pre dawn color that meant it was too early for any reasonable person to be awake. I sat up, looked across the rooftop.The man was at the camping stove, humming while he cooked something that smelled annoyingly good. He moved with easy confidence, chopping vegetables on a small board, stirring a pot, completely unbothered by the fact that other people might be trying to sleep."Do you mind?" I called out.He glanced over. "Mind what?""Making noise at the crack of dawn.""It's six o'clock. The sun is up. Normal people are awake.""Normal people have consideration for others.""Normal people don't sleep until noon." He went back to his cooking, added something to the pot that sizzled loudly.I threw off my blanket, stood up. "You're doing that on purpose.""Doing what on purpose?""Being loud. Obnoxious."He turned to face me fully, wooden spoon in hand. "I'm cooking breakfast. If that offe