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The Billionaire's Marriage Contract

The Billionaire's Marriage Contract

Author: Pat waDon
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Chapter 1 Sneaky Encounter

Word Count: 1143    |    Released on: 24/02/2022

arm, charisma and fake promises. She

eny miny mo,’ the nursery rhyme repeated in Lia’s head, her high heeled shoes clicki

sted sneakers. She looked at her reflection in the mirrored elevator and could barely recognize herself; heavy make-up and a blonde wig, with bangs so low they kept getting caught up in her nonsensically long

hand behind her and tugged at it impatiently. “So ‘unlady-like’ Lia,” she chuckled mimicking her aunt’s' British accent. How did these co

had evaded their capture. She had come in today to install better ghost spyware directly into their main servers. It was both a brave

nterfold fashion shoot. The company CEO was an eligible bachelor, and every woman here probably dressed up to the n

make-up tutorial channel, on how to do her make-up. Today she had stripped off her ripped jeans casual look

shrunk into a corner wishing she could do a ‘Houdini’ and disappear at the sight of Nash Global’s CEO

rotruding through his white crisp shirt. The man was devilishly handsome. She had last seen him years ago, and to her utter disappointment

ioned herself. “You hate him. He ruined your life, and here he is living the life of glitz and gl

er mind back to the elevator, and suddenly her green eyes were staring into a pair of hazel eyes. She wanted to look away lest Ryan recognized her, but she found herself transfixed as his eyes ca

was trapped in the corner of the elevator. She nodded her head, as she didn’t trust her voice. If she spoke, he would probabl

caught a whiff of a delicious scent of pine and coffee. The man was a selfi

mighty fine. He hurt you...but he smells so good.” She foun

by the time she reached the lobby She was sweating, and she could swear her ridiculously thick make-up was melting off her face. “How did other women do this?” she wondered yet again. Her

e pat on the back. A few more steps, and she would be safe, outside on Pritchard Street, blending in with all the people walking up and down Johannesburg City Centre. Wi

er!” someone shouted from behind her as

er, everything and everyone around her seemed to sudd

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