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My Billionaire's Weird Love

My Billionaire's Weird Love

"We both know this match is not our will. For that reason, I'm offering you a contract." My eyes widened in shock at Harrison's words-an open proposal from a man I had only met for the first time. What the average family could never pull off happened effortlessly among the right people. I scanned through the printed agreement in my hands. No interference in each other's personal lives Absolute confidentiality of the marriage contract, agreed upon by both parties The marriage shall last a minimum of two years. If separation is still difficult to implement after that period, the contract may be extended until circumstances permit otherwise Some of the clauses were... interesting. A contract like this wasn't natural for a couple about to get married. But strangely, it made me feel more prepared than blindly stepping into the unknown as a member of the Marcus family. "I deliberately left the last page blank," Harrison said calmly, tapping the paper with his finger. "Please write your conditions." His assistant smoothly placed a ballpoint pen into my hand. I didn't hesitate. Respect both families as one No physical contact Separate bedrooms I've always preferred being alone. I've never had a boyfriend-and I never cared to. Unfortunately, my sister did. She was in love, yet she had been betrothed to a billionaire's son she was now being forced to marry. I pitied her. So I made a decision that changed everything. I replaced her. Harrison Marcus, the billionaire's son, didn't want to marry a stranger either. So he proposed a contract-to me. Helping my sister. A marriage without love. A deal that would end in divorce. Or so we thought. Two years later, we planned to file for divorce and walk away like strangers. But contracts don't account for feelings... and neither did we.
Chloe, My Only Regret

Chloe, My Only Regret

Our marriage was a five-year war, a slow burn of mutual revenge. I thought he hated me for trapping him, especially after I hid that letter from his college sweetheart, Sarah Jenkins. He retaliated by bringing other women home, making them use my mug, sit in my chair, their perfume a constant torment he inflicted just to see the pain on my face. After years of fighting for even a sliver of his attention, I woke up from a nightmare so vivid, so terrifyingly real, it felt like a premonition: a future where he'd force me to sacrifice everything for Sarah, leaving me ruined and discarded. The terror of that vision compelled me to act; I demanded a divorce, expecting a fight, only for him to agree to my outrageous demand of 50% of his company shares. Just as I believed I was finally free, I walked into a bar and saw him, playing the devoted hero to Sarah, shielding her from two thugs. He accused me of orchestrating the whole thing, his fury blinding him to my innocence, confirming his deep-seated belief that I was nothing but a manipulative monster. Then, just as I was about to walk out on him for good, he ambushed me, dragging me into a private room, his rage-filled kiss a violation, yet confusingly, it stirred something within me I swore was long dead. The nightmare, however, brought me back to reality, and I pushed him away, screaming for him to go to Sarah, desperate to escape the dangerous flicker of hope his touch ignited. When I presented a revised divorce agreement, offering to take less, he simply shredded it, then later, I watched, horrified, as he chauffeured Sarah around in my Porsche. His phone call came late, a vulnerable whisper, claiming a car accident, drawing me to him despite everything, only for me to find him drunk, unhurt, and suddenly, bewilderingly, in tears, confessing his enduring love and tearing up yet another document – this time, a full transfer of his company shares to me. I placed Sarah's letter, the one I had hidden, beside him, ready to finally reveal the truth, only for him to casually dismiss it, claiming he never loved her, and admitted to hiring actresses for five years to make me jealous. Only then did I confess my own deception, and the realization of our shared, foolish misunderstanding brought us crashing together, five years of wasted pride melting away as he pulled me into his arms, finally understanding the depth of our love.