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Every time Alessia closed her eyes, Solen’s terrified face replayed in her mind. Just after midnight, she finally left her bedroom and walked downstairs. The estate was silent. A faint light spilled from beneath Richard’s study door, left slightly open. Alessia hesitated only a moment before stepping inside. At first glance, everything looked ordinary. The office was immaculate, with organized shelves, legal files, and financial reports. Then she noticed the folders spread across the desk. As she scanned through them, one title immediately caught her attention. Stonebridge Trust. The words were printed clearly across one of the documents. Beside it were old financial transfer records linked

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

If I failed at this then I would have to face him in a negotiation where he had all the power and all the experience and I would probably lose everything Tobin had left me. On the morning of the third day a package arrived at the penthouse addressed to me and when I opened it I found a dress and jewelry inside along with a handwritten note. My hands were shaking as I unfolded the note and read the message written in elegant script that must have been done by Marco himself.

She didn't deny the statement. Theo continued without hesitation, "And I need a wife to maintain my company's reputation." His strong hand reached for a document atop the desk, then placed it gently before Hazel. The white paper looked simple, but Hazel knew its contents were likely more complex than they appeared. "This is a business marriage," he said flatly. "Nothing more, nothing less." The word "marriage" echoed in Hazel's head, making her world shake violently. Marriage? This must be a joke.

“Scarlett, there are things you don’t know about your fiancé. Or about me.” My throat tightened. “Then tell me.” He smiled, faint but dangerous. “I will. But you might not like the answer.” He reached into his jacket, pulled out a folded sheet of paper, and handed it to me. I unfolded it — and froze. It was a bank statement. My name at the top. A transaction from a year ago. Half a million dollars wired to E. Blake Holdings. From my account. I looked up, voice breaking. “This can’t be real.”

Sun poured through the high windows of the Steele mansion, catching on glass vases and polished marble, turning everything soft and expensive and… wrong. Evelyn sat at the long dining table with a notebook open in front of her, untouched pen resting across the middle. A huge wedding planning binder lay nearby — velvet cover, gold lettering, thick pages like a promise she hadn’t made with her whole heart. Her mother was flipping through a magazine of wedding cakes, murmuring things like tiered fondant and orchids would be elegant. Tracy, her younger sister, had her elbows on the table, scrolling through her phone with impatient energy.

She held a wine in her hand that kept swinging as though it was going to spill from the glass because she wasn’t holding it properly. Vaughn gently removed her hand and smiled. It was the first time I saw him smile since the party began. I began to realize he must have liked her too. I could not understand how any man would be able to stand a woman who was not courteous and who behaved the way she did. I smiled despite the sinister thoughts that ran through my mind as Charlotte acted as though I wasn’t visible at my wedding. “So much drama…” I thought, unknowing to me that I was audible.

"I said, His Highness is free before nine." "Damn you, Abby! I've told you I don't want to meet any lord or duke or whoever with the title." Edvard scowled. He had plenty of noble fathers who wanted to play matchmaker, matchmaking their daughters and him. Like they were selling their daughters. "Lord Silverstone doesn't have any daughter, Your Highness." Said Abigail calmly. Twenty years being Edvard's personal assistant, she knew him inside out. She didn't hesitate to make physical contact, like she did earlier, forcing him back to sit. But she never left the honorific behind whenever she talked to him.

Ava The morning sun streamed into the mansion with a deceptive softness, brushing the marble floors with streaks of gold. The air was still, carrying only faint traces of lavender and polished wood. But beneath the calm, there was tension an invisible current that hummed in the corridors and whispered in the corners of every room. Today, I sensed, would challenge not only my judgment and strategy but also my heart. Because in Adrian Vale’s world, ambition, loyalty, and desire were often entangled, and the boundaries between personal and professional alliances were dangerously thin.

Then another voice echoed across the mansion. “So this is the woman grandfather forced you to marry?” Ariana slowly looked up. A beautiful woman wearing a red designer dress stood near the staircase with crossed arms. Her sharp eyes scanned Ariana from head to toe mockingly. Damien sighed softly. “Vanessa.” Vanessa Monteverde. Damien’s younger sister. Unlike Damien, Vanessa openly showed her disgust. “Oh my God.” Vanessa laughed lightly. “She looks poorer than I expected.” Ariana felt embarrassed instantly. Damien’s expression remained emotionless.