The Billionaire's contract marriage

anning a wedding. Whether an arranged marria

ded groom happened to o

s, trips to world-renowned desig

ed. But, the best part–seconded by

g in both positive and negative reviews. Suddenly, everyone had an opinion the

erve it, while others had the boldness to ask if blackmail was the reason.

t morning's tabloid. There was one thing Cole and I agreed on, and that was the fact that any publicit

being seen when I became Cole's secretary, getting some credit and plenty backlash with it. Only few

t with me. Offers began to troop in, ambassadorial deals b

the number three most eligible bachelor in the country? How did I keep his past atta

gazine, recalling when a reporter sent me a messsage before the we

ory from. But when I threatened to take the man to court the next day

room, bringing with him the stench of alcohol as he fell int

s after our wedding. Do you no longer want the million dollar dea

his hands over his head and continued with my business. The man was drunk more nights than he was sober, and as

dismay, the disgust I had learned to hide away over the years creeping out. Every night was a

instead always showcasing a new candy on his arm. Fortunately, I was the

into the king-size bed in the master bedroom. T

not expecting anything to happen, that part was taken care of by the c

om. But I'll be staying in the extra room over there," he promp

rn till the next morning. I shook my head, and

d a huge forehead. The diamond earrings Cole gifted me at our engagement party sat pretty on my ears, g

snored away with his hands splayed out on the bed. I wo