Contracted Wife for the Hollywood Billionaire

ances filled with so much emotion that it seemed as though they were having a conversation of their ow

on her hand as she slapped him. But she restrained herself,

de her heart race. How could her heart still stubbornly harbo

imagined his words, but then she noticed him looking at her, surprised. The photograph

e feigned

need to bring all of that back. We can focus on

as he approached them, repositioning them as he pleased. "Remembe

f them weren't as connected. Especially after that request, the words exch

now you hate me," Chris whis

his gaze drifting toward the blon

to show her disdain for their exchanged glances and smiles, but it

contradictory. Soph would say one thing but do another. Jealousy? He enjo

gnoring me," she

ive you both some space," the photogra

re. The heated argument w

ed his brow. "You told me to stay

g those words because that's when he caught her of

chievous smile formed on his lips,

s. "Darling, I don't have to stoop to that level

as sh

disc

eated discussion. Some paid attention without hearing or know

jumped into the arms, or should I say, the b

, Sophia. Don't let him provoke yo

d her, their faces just inches apart, feeling her perfume, locking eyes, and smiling. "Why are you jealous, or rather, irritated, that I understood your message and moved on?" She crumbled, rea

Donald's voice sent a ch

He was a famous producer, and she had a small role in a series he was producing. On that occasion,

m there. She had never experienced harassment like that before. She felt he was leveraging his position, importance, and power over her work to take advantage o

r being harassed woul

ked at Chris, who, despite being a scoundrel, was someone she trusted. They had this love-hate dynamic, b

e swiftly pulling him close and planting a

e waist, it became intense and fervent. It was the beginning of a crazy story. He had never really

lue eyes and pleaded, "It's just temporary. D