TRAPPED BY MR CEO TO BE HIS FIANCÉE

Chapter 2 TO GET THE JOB

Word Count: 512 | Released on: 12/01/2026

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Adebinks Romance

“I lost everything the night my parents died. What the world called a tragic accident, I know was something far worse. Left with nothing but debts and a younger brother to protect, survival became my only goal. Desperate and out of options, I accepted a job as a secretary at B&S Incorporated, owned by the infamous billionaire, Bryan Smith. Cold, arrogant, and used to getting whatever he wants, he was the last person I ever wanted to work for. But I didn't have a choice. Then he made me an offer that changed everything. Be his fiancée. Just pretend. In return, he would give me the money I desperately needed. It was supposed to be simple. No feelings. No attachment. Just a contract. But nothing about Bryan Smith was simple. The longer I stayed, the more I realized I wasn't just trapped in a deal... I was trapped with a man who had no intention of letting me go. "Do you really need this job?" he asked. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to nod. "Yes." His gaze darkened as he leaned back in his chair. "How desperate are you?"”