CEO's Contract Wife
His movements were smooth, controlled, and he didn’t so much as flinch as he completed the process that would tie them together for the next two years.
Once he was finished, he set the contract aside and looked up at her, his gray eyes as unreadable as ever. “Congratulations, Mrs. Stone,” he said, his voice calm and devoid of any warmth. “Our arrangement is now official.”
Izzy’s stomach twisted at the sound of the name. Mrs. Stone. It felt foreign, like a title that didn’t belong to her, one she hadn’t earned. She wasn’t really his wife. Not in any meaningful way. But from this day forward, the world would see her as exactly that.