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Then she snatched the Croissant basket from Nicholas and took one. "If you're my wife you can't be this tacky," mumbled Nicholas, his hands were busy pouring San Pellegrino into a glass. "Oh, whatever! First, you have to explain to me why you chose me to be your temporary wife?" Rachel asked, tearing the croissant and popping it into her mouth. "I don't have to answer that and it's in the contract," Nicholas said nonchalantly. "What?!" Rachel tried to keep herself from cursing. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

“He’s only five! Doesn’t he have the right to grow up healthy? “Who gave you the authority to decide for him? To donate his organ? Serena, you are his mother—you should protect him!” “I am protecting him!” She shouted, her face twisting almost grotesquely. “One kidney won’t affect him, but Noah will die without it! How can you be so selfish? What is a human life to you?” Selfish? The word struck me like a poisoned blade. I looked at the woman before me—the woman I had once believed I would spend my life with—and suddenly she felt utterly alien. Ten years of love, seven years of marriage, countless nights of support and companionship… and in her heart, it counted for nothing compared to a chi

Kyle continued, his breath warm against her neck. “They choose wives very carefully. Not for love. For bloodlines amd their assets. For what they can bring into the family. Once a woman marries in, she becomes part of the system. But slowly, they isolate her. They make her dependent. They transfer her wealth, her properties, her connections into the family trust. If she becomes too independent, too curious… they break her.” He swallowed hard.

Whatever doubt is left inside of her, we need to get rid of it and every other obstacle. “I told you the marriage was temporary because I loved someone else,” I remind her, and she signals to me to stop. “You told me the marriage was temporary?” I nod, and she gasps. “I remember you mentioning Eve before the wedding, but I don't recall you saying the marriage was going to be temporary.” “I did,” I admit. “Before the exchange of vows, Perhaps you misunderstood….” “Oh God!” She slaps a hand over her face. “Temporary? I thought you said it was going to be temporary. I thought you meant permanent. Oh, shit!” She clamps her hand over her mouth, her eyes locked onto mine as more tears roll. “F**k!

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

His voice strangely sounded soft unlike every other day he would sound like he was going to kill me with his voice, and I had to check my phone again to be sure it was him who called me. "Hmm. Good evening, Sir," "I'm your husband now. You can't keep addressing me like that. It's in the contract," He reminded me, and I sighed briefly recalling that we were married now. 'I'm going to continue to pay your salary, but you can't keep working as my secretary while we are married' As much as I was curious why he asked me to be a full housewife, I didn't mind because he would be paying me monthly, so it's fair enough.

"Why do you need a temporary wife and an heir?" Cullen's face softened, and he looked at me intently. "I need to secure my fortune," he replied. "I've worked hard to build my empire, and my ex-wife, Dionne, is trying to take everything away from me." His answer made me feel a sense of unease. I had agreed to this contract marriage for the money. I didn't want anything to happen to his fortune, because it was the whole reason I had agreed to this in the first place.

Her nails dug into my skin. “You think I don’t see it?” she whispered. “The way he looks at you?” I didn’t flinch. “You mean my husband?” I asked calmly. “Yes. He loves me. We’ve established that.” Her grip tightened painfully. “You were supposed to be temporary,” she hissed. “A distraction.” “And yet,” I murmured, “here I am.” Her eyes flickered downward to my stomach and my body reacted before my mind did. My instinct roared through my veins.

"I understand this might feel like a rush. As I said, I also don't want to go through with this. But we both have responsibilities. I am making it simple by offering this contract. All you need to do is act as my wife in public." She still looked lost. "Yes, I am Claire," she answered quickly. "But is this not too fast? Do you not want to get to know me before any marriage deal is made?" "I have read enough about you already," I replied in a calm tone. "There is no need for that. Besides, the marriage will not be real. It is only temporary." I observed her closely as she processed my words. Her face moved from confusion to panic and then to something like anger. I couldn't help the small smi

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