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- Of course, ma'am. - Did you see my husband? - Yes ma'am, the gentleman went with Benjamin and Antonio to the company. He told me to tell you that they are there and if you have any need for him to call him. - Thank you. She left the kitchen and went to the living room, she rang Bruce. - Hello. - Hey baby, how are you? what are you doing? she asked - Nothing baby, I am talking to Benjamin and the new candidates for our security. - What candidates?

My Wife? It is done and dusted. I am now Sunshine Rose Ricci, the wife of Renzo Ricci. I hate my life.

The Billionaire's Contract Wife — Synopsis Sophia Carter never expected a simple business deal to change her entire life. After her father's company falls into financial trouble, she is forced to accept an unexpected proposal from Alexander Black, the cold and powerful billionaire CEO of Blackwood International. His grandfather's final wish was clear: Alexander must marry before taking full control of the family empire. The solution? A contract marriage with Sophia. To the world, they are a perfect couple. Behind closed doors, they are nothing more than two strangers bound by an agreement. But Sophia soon discovers that marrying Alexander means entering a world filled

The two of them staring at each other beneath soft studio lights as though the rest of the room no longer existed. Selena’s chest tightened slightly. More headlines filled the screen beneath the article. Who Is Selena Reed? Social Media Reacts To Adrian Kingston’s Surprise Engagement Many Question What Happened Between Adrian Kingston And Isabella Sinclair Her eyes paused briefly on the last headline. Isabella Sinclair. Curiosity pulled at her before she could stop herself. Slowly, Selena clicked on the article. Photos of Adrian and Isabella immediately filled the screen. Galas. Charity events. Business functions. Elegant. Sophisticated. Perfectly polished standing beside one another.

In a nonchalant tone, she said, "There, there. It's not like Ernest did that on purpose. Don't put him on the spot, Bells. Besides, I don't blame him either." All of a sudden, a smile broke on Bella's face as she gave me a wink. "I frightened you, didn't I? I was just asking. Why did you have to get so jittery? Celeste is my best friend—she's not an outsider. I won't have anything to say even if you spied on her." Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. Though, since when did my wife become so broad-minded? If this happened in the past, she was bound to kick up a fuss. But now, she was completely fine with me watching another woman.

Adelaine then showed me a picture of Andrea. “Andrea!” “You know her?” Adelaine asked and looked back at the picture. “Yes, that's my wife.” She looked closely at the picture and covered her mouth. “Oh goodness! I have seen her in the news. I was so worked up I didn't check it out.” “Thank you for this information Adelaine.” I went outside and stared at the people around. Everybody was busy with their activity and that was when I got an idea. I will use Andrea to get to Rosie.

"Emma Mitchell!" A familiar voice made her turn. Jack Martinez, her ex-husband, was walking toward her with a drink in his hand and a complicated expression on his face. "Jack. What are you doing here?" "I'm scouting for the network. Thinking about a documentary on women in sports ownership." He studied her face. "You look like hell for someone who just made history." "Thanks. You always were a charmer." "Where's the husband? Shouldn't he be here basking in reflected glory?"

His voice lowers dangerously. “What about my baby?” I ask, swallowing. “She’s alive, but you’ll never find her.” he answers cruelly, “You’ll die knowing you failed her.” Tears instantly fill my eyes and my entire body begins shaking. “And Elena? Or Casey… whatever her real name is," I whisper. “What does she have to do with this?” Benji shrugs carelessly. “She’s my wife.” Shock explodes through me in waves because fuck it, I never once saw that coming.

"Ms. Bernice, would you like some more wine?" Rafael's hand came crashing down onto the table, making the cutlery rattle. His voice was razor-sharp and commanding. "Mrs. Fernandez. Call her Mrs. Fernandez. She is still my wife." Bernice's mouth fell open in protest. "Rafael, that's-” Rafael laid his hand lightly on hers, softening. "Let them know, mi vida. We are a family, and always will be." The cadence of his words accelerated the pound of her heart. Anger, confusion, and something she refused to recognize, longing arose in her. She yanked her hand back, clutching it to herself in her efforts at an attempt to seemingly regulate her misbegotten emotions.