Billionaire's Fake Fiancée: A Contract for Revenge
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the steam from the coffee shop door fogging her glasses. Balancing her ov
a deep voice ru
cably dressed in a charcoal suit, stood a hair's breadth away
ding boss, and the ever-mounting bills," she sighe
se a break," the man sai
r, he looked like he'd never had to worry about a single bill in his life. "Unles
eplaced by a ghost of a smile. "Actually, I might have
aised an eyebrow. "Let me guess,
his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisp
warm coffee, sputtering
million dollars," he repeated, leaning closer. "For six months of
ng to be?" she asked, skepticism war
fian
a stranger in a designer suit? This whole
hand. "The name's Damon Blackwood. And I
ckwood. The name sent a jolt through her. He was the CEO of Blackwood Enterprise
all the women in the city, why a rand
th nothing to lose, someone who wouldn't be swayed by
a flicker of vulnerability. Maybe he wasn't just some heartless billionaire seeki
hing," she said
r a temporary fiancee. A high-profile business deal hung in the balance, and a public image makeover was c
e, with a hefty bonus for maintaining secrecy. The clauses were strict, outli
medical problems, and maybe even give him a chance at a normal life. But the idea of p
ncrusted wedding band on her own finger, a leftover prop from
factor," Damon
a past she wasn't privy to. This entire situation felt laced
f her brother's pale face and his tired smile flickered in
ght, Mr. Blackwood," she said, her voice surpri
like she was living in a whirlwind. The elegant clothes felt foreign against her skin, the designer shoe
alize details, his demeanor as cold and unreadable as ever. He was a whirlwind o
ng, her phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown numbe
ct, or something more sinister? An unsettling feeling gnawed a
r was crisp, the only sound the rustling of leaves in the wind. As she e
out?" she asked,
u need to know," he
f a ruthless stepmother, a woman who wielded power through manipulation and deceit. Veronica Blackwoo
edge to his voice. "This deal, this facade, it's
nderstanding. This wasn't just about a business deal. This was a b
she asked, h
g to lose," he said, a hint of something unreadable flickeri
y she was getting herself into, but she knew one thing for sure: this
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