The Billionaire's contract marriage

to blink open. Pushing forward, I stretched slowly and grabbed my phone, still

orward as notifications and messages fro

d not be

as hunched over several papers scattered across his mahogany

ried to me doesn't still give you that right,"

the jab and instead showed him the post on my

Cole, my husband, frantically ki

one from my hand, repeatedly p

me, running his hands through hi

nderneath the post, putting my teeth to wor

s after the weddin

. Elizabeth can't k

a plain Jane. I

naire marriage

e could have gone on the honeymoon like we originally planned, but instead he had to have one last tango. Unfortunately, someone dec

oing," Cole said suddenly, interrupting my thoughts as

old habit. I looked at him, wondering if he would launch into another lecture a

gan to ring. One of the

ow," he muttered, ignoring i

ituation. I cannot lose t

ck up his phone. For damage control. Damage that could have b

g you? Get here now," he barked at the p

g silently on my phone. No matter how non-existent my feelings

on her. But, unlike other wives, I could not complain. I signed an agreemen

phone screen again and looked closer, the red-haired girl with a chest

Cole complained, pouring out whisky from the bottle beside him. Of c

ne. It is edited, or release a stat

e there are better ideas." He shut me down and s

ideos of BTS boys showcasing their newest release. Soon, a sh

w's the media taking it? I couldn't ch

the string of comments hurling accus

irst. When I proposed my ideas, Cole's PR manager clasped her hands together and

Cole refused, crossing his arms as he leaned

ew pictures, show the media that you're hopelessly in love. As you do that, I'll do some damage control, make th

suspicious of a sham. If we go for a honeymoon, and take pictures for the gram, eventually they will cozy up to us. We play our cards r

conceded, looking betw

ow a