From Contract to Love: A Billionaire's Unexpected Bride

it feel lik

le to clear, and I realize that I'm on the ground. A frown forms on my lips as I try to sit up. Did I pass out here? A

sister's room and find her sleeping between her books. A new school year has begun, her final year of high school. My lips twitch, but they don't quite form a smile. Going to s

asks as she gazes down at m

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d my keys to get in," I tell h

are for school; you're finally a s

of her room and into the kitchen. There, I see a pile of bills that are yet to be paid, and my stomach constricts. Anytime from now, they'

l out as I turn on the s

eplies, her

orking too hard. I don't want to get a migraine. Mindlessly going through the motions of making breakfas

ack at me. That's not supposed to be me. Is it? I'm only twenty-seven years old. Why

meal on the kitchen counter and smiles, immediately coming down to sit. She mutters a short prayer and starts wolfing

m the top of the fridge. Passing it to me, she goes back to sit down. Apprehensive, I tear it open, reading the contents. Th

y, staring at me. I fold the piece of

erious. We've just been given an eviction notice. We have only one we

tight bun, she pushes the rest of her food to me. "Help me out on this one?" She asks before picking up her school ba

r meds?" I ask he

way

get bullied!" I

n!" She replies, and I hea

king feeling washes over me. Get your ass up, J

a breakfast restaurant. It's located in the affluent part of the city, and my boss especially hates tardiness. Though I've been sluggi

er voice as cheerful as always. I w

utter, dropping my bag in the

bit tired," she asks, he

s I walk towards the counter, cleaning the top

more rest. I can cover for you

I kind of n

on, and I have to attend to those annoyingly spoiled customers, pretending to be excited about it when all I want to do is just burn the restaurant down. It's okay;

to think about the deplorable state of my life. I get a few stares here and there, but it only takes one glare for them to look away, pretending to be busy with their coffee.

atching a table filled with this grou

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e internet lately. A billionaire

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to Tinder or something? Well, according to the post, in

ugh?" I ask, and

plications." She clicks her tongue, grimacing. "Rich people do t

thinking of what it would feel like to be a billionaire's wife. I need the money; we would be homeless soon. And I'm sure the reason Sophie isn't

, I find the viral post and confirm its authenticity before accessing my email. Clacking away at the keyboard, I write out my q

I wrote and delete it immediately. It's even taking all the energy I can muster to not delete this as

o add this to the pile of things that I've done. With that thought firmly i

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