All Chapters of Billionaire's Dead Wife Returns As His Contract Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

CAIN"Um, no,” she whispered, her voice soft, a little musical, and so painfully familiar to him. "I'm Nora." She extended a wet hand toward him. "Nora Delaney. I'm here for the interview." Cain looked at her hand, at her face, then at her hand again. How could this be!? He saw the flames eat her with his own eyes. Held the urn that contained her ashes. And yet here she stood, looking at him with those hazel eyes that still haunt his dreams every night."Nora?" Cain repeated the name like it was the wrong answer, furrowing his brows tight. "Is that what you were told to say?"Nora blinked and took a nervous step back, her hand tightening around her umbrella."I... I don't understand," she stammered, her voice trembling. “I’m here for a contract job your agency listed."Cain stepped in closer, invading her personal space and towering over her. ‎"Is this a joke?" His voice cracked. He glanced around the room as if expecting to find hidden cameras. "Who sent you? Was it Lydia? How muc

The sweeping of the Phantom’s wipers did little to break the suffocating silence inside the car. Rain-streaked city lights bled across the windshield, painting the black leather interior in shifting colors. Cain kept his eyes on the road, but his head was constantly being tugged to the woman in his passenger seat.She hadn't said a word since he’d found her shivering on a bench in the park, her face pale and her clothes damp. Now she just sat still, staring out the window, and breathing so shallow.He tried hard to focus on the road, but his gaze kept sliding to Nora every chance they could, like a part of his brain needed to confirm she was still there, that she wouldn't dissolve into mist and memory like she was supposed to.“What were you doing at a place like that?” he finally asked, his voice a bit rough.He watched her profile, saw her throat move as she swallowed and her lips part, but her voice was so low, it got swallowed by the horn of a passing vehicle."What was that?"

The transformation took hours. Cain spent all of them in his study, pacing a trench into his rug. Stylists, makeup artists, and hairdressers had descended on the East Wing like a swarm of locusts. He’d given them one instruction: to make her look like the wife of Cain Ashford. But without making her look like Vivienne.But it was an impossible request and he knew it even if the stylists didn't. Nora was Vivienne’s mirror image. Any attempt to beautify her would only sharpen her resemblance.At 6:30 PM, the swarm had departed, and the house was quiet again.Cain stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, his mind railing with thoughts. The gala was in thirty minutes. Lydia would be there, waiting for him to somehow slip up. The Board would be there too, waiting to see the rumored new bride of Cain Ashford."Nora!" he called out, his patience thinning. "We are leaving in five.""I'm coming," a voice floated from the top of the stairs.He looked up. And for the second time in twenty-f