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“You will make me fall in love with you more than ever. Forget about this dirty slut which you call a wife. I will treat you better!” “I can't believe this!” I shouted. “You dare flirt with my husband right under my gaze. Trust me, you have a lot of audacity. I am not too shocked though. You have been this shameless since we were kids!” “Let your glorious husband answer me instead…” Emily replied. “What makes you think he would be faithful? He is a billionaire and he would certainly have flings all over. Soon, he will start going on business trips and he would leave you for months. You expect him to remain faithful afterwards? You will be the biggest fool in the universe to think he loves yo

"Why is he such an asshole?! Can't he get it that you don't want him anymore? What kinda man is that, to force people to stay with you, IS IT BECAUSE OF MONEY? Did he offer money? Another million?" This time only Dian gasps in shock, because she's hearing this for the first time, "What do you mean by that?! Another million? So he gave you a million before? Is it in USD? Or Rupiah?" Both of us look at her upon hearing her stupid question, "That's all you care? We're talking about our sister here! Who's being blackmailed by her billionaire husband! And that's all you care? If it's in USD or Rupiah? The fuck, Dian?!"

The room was thankfully unoccupied. “You bastard! I’ll have you jailed for this. What the fuck is wrong with you? You couldn’t wait until after the wedding to crawl up out of whatever hole you live in?” Tracy whispered furiously. “You lied to me,” Josh whined in an accusatory tone that sounded so ridiculous. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I saw your husband-to-be on TV and googled him. He is a freaking billionaire. How does a billionaire’s bride-to-be not have a hundred thousand dollars?” Josh asked. He was no longer slurring his words as much as he had before.

she said and we hung up. ……… CARA’S P.O.V “I like this place. It can accommodate for all of our guests and they have a specialised menu that our guests can chose from. Oh Xander, look they also have different settings and deco that we can choose from. Let’s get married here Xander. It’s perfect” I looked at him in hope. “No…it’s too big, I want a small wedding!” his words popped the bubble that I was floating on, bringing me crashing down to Earth. “But I have a big family Xander and I’m sure that you know a lot of people that you want to invite as well” I tried to convince him. “No Cara, let’s just look for another venue…this one is way off my budget anyways” he said, breaking my heart. “W

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

She said it with a smile. "Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Woods. Yet your contracted husband is a specialist in every area. You are incredibly lucky to have a husband like that—one with model-like looks, culinary prowess on par with a chef at a five-star hotel, and the ability to create a stunning garment out of nothing more complicated than a set of bedsheets for his wife. Being with you made me realize how many talents I possess." Despite my best attempts, I was unable to keep a smile on my face when she referred to our marriage as a "contracted marriage." I didn't want to show how horrible I felt about it.

"I have a proposal for you, and I need an answer now." "A proposal?" Iris frowned, her mind spinning. "What kind of proposal?" "Marry me," he said flatly. Her heart stopped. "What? Marry you? Are you insane? I don't even know you!" "Be quiet," he interrupted. "Listen. It's a contract. One year. No strings attached. After that, you're free to go." Iris blinked in disbelief. "This is crazy! You don't even know me. Why me?" "You need money. I need a wife," Ryan replied, as if it were the most logical solution. "I'll pay you a million dollars. No games."

How long has he waited for this? "Awn, you look sad, don't be, love, this is really a good thing for you, I mean just like you said, you are finally going to be free of the torture," "He is my husband," I muttered under my breath. "And yet he calls me in the middle of the night to express his desires to have me at the other side of the bed and not you," yet again, her words were like a bomb, brutally ripping my heart into a million tiny pieces.

"Feels good being the villain? Lol the whole world thinks Serena Collins is the heartless bitch who ditched her sick husband. Enjoying the spotlight?" "Come crawling back. Beg nice enough and maybe I'll let that loser Ethan out to play. Ha." He clung to the dual-personality act -- this persona he'd so carefully constructed -- deflecting every sin onto the phantom that was Axel. Casting himself as the helpless victim, tortured by a condition beyond his control. And I became the villain -- the cold-hearted wife who walked out when her husband needed her most. "James, it's Serena Collins." "That interview you mentioned -- the one about the challenges women face in modern marriages -- I've thoug

I had to be strong. Unconsciously, I replayed the offer again. Marry a man I barely know. Live together as husband and wife for fourteen months. No emotion. No attachment. Just appearance. How could I manage that? But the amount was enormous. Millions of dollars. I could clear my parents’ debts, pay my sister’s medical bills, maybe even take her out of the hospital. I could start fresh build my own business. But at what cost? I knew the world of wealthy men was entirely different. Could I adapt? Could I survive? Could I keep my independence or would I become a pawn in a twisted game?