CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE EX

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a bit of encouraging wine. I sipped the wine in the transparent glas

ing the contract Nathan had proposed. I had to control myself to think I wasn't commiting a crime. I held my head up anyway and took off to Nathan's office.

cision I was making. I hurried and left the house, my bag righ

felt a little bit of power but struggled over it and comforted myself. I took a

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he cab and stood at the front of the company, my eyes glittered with gold, at least that's what I thought. I took a ste

fe shouldn't be a big deal. I ran out of my thoughts as I approache

was about to give a response when the phone rang on the receptionis

he finally said. I smile

way to his office, so many busy employ

I'm standing right in front of my ex boyfriend waiting to

seat as a gentleman that he is. I stared at

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the deep of my bag, hurrying to lift the contract form, it was stuck in like never wanting to get out. I sneered and

me have

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d shook his head a bit. I wondered w

asked out of curiosity and a defeated being. He gave no respon

p the contract, tore the envelope open, and sp

eading for some minutes whic

ntract marriage you are bringing me into

s face, the helpless

t a hold of my life. I get to do what I want. I'm not going to

too much? Hmm?" Nathan asked, his face

answering his questions. It wo

e a response eith

that's my terms. Do

e papers on his palms, stretched it a

a pen." He

front pocket of his suit, and pulled out a pen. I watched

f I do not get married soon

d relaxed on the chair, Nathan

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by 10am. Please be prepared by the

soon. I'm not really interested in getting on with him, but it's quite helpful with the money. It's just a two year duty