The Contract To Find The Billionaires Lover

CHAPTER 1

SUPER COLD HEART

Prologue:

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After the untimely death of Senior Coleman (Matt's father), his WILL became a problem and doubted. It needed thorough investigations due

to the amount of wealth; hence, his family needed people in higher power and authority to transfer it to its rightful successor.

When wicked Catherine (Matt's stepmother) told her greedy politician friend who had heard about the problem already, he asked Matt to marry his daughter, Angela before he would help them.

He does that to have access to the extreme and extravagant wealth left for Matt.

At The Court

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"Would you let him marry my daughter as we discussed?" The politician whispered in her ear after he drew her aside when they arrived at the court. "I'm doing this because I want our relationship to move to a whole new level, Cathrine." He lied, he had other intentions.

"Sure, I agree. Your beautiful daughter is a perfect match for my son." Catherine agreed.

In the courtroom, Matt, Cathrine, and Angela, the Politician, stood to hear the name of the heir. The politician who already knew stood beside Matt and pretended to be naive.

"I know everything is mine, just mention Cathrine Eminado, my husband is gone with his name, I'm no more Cathrine Coleman!" she requested. All eyes were on her but she didn't care.

"Wow, you won't believe this, Cathrine," the judge paused, smiling at Catherine, "after thorough clarifications and compilation of other documents, Matt is the rightful heir of his father. Everything, except where you live now, belongs to him now. I'm sorry." The female judge declared, hit her hammer on the table, and asked Matt to step forward.

"What, He didn't give me a penny? What am I going to do with that wretched old house!!?" Cathrine cried after the will was announced. "I knew that man didn't love me. He's wicked!" She continued.

"Don't worry Mother, you can take the new house." Matt offered and placed a document in front of her but she rejected it.

Possibly, that wasn't enough for her expectations.

"Congratulations, Matt! Keep the documents safe, we worked hard for them. Thanks to this politician." The Judge advised.

Matt and Angela feigned love for three months and paid her off so that she wouldn't return to his life again.

He didn't need to be at his billionaire companies all the time, so he spent much of his time in his house after the trip to visit all the ten companies across America. He decided to live in his own house for some moment.

Soon, Angela showed up in Matt's life again with a plan B inspired by Cathrine where Kate, a young sick poor maid becomes their bait.

END OF PROLOGUE

Kate's POV:

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"I can't marry you. Don't even think of marriage right now, Angela..." His cold voice slid through the partially opened door. Before he could end the sentence, I had already knocked and entered.

"Did I give you any permission to come in!?" He rudely roared at me.

I thought the other maids lied when they talked ill about him. I experienced it for the first time. "How would I manage to work as his personal maid if he would always shout at me?" I asked myself while I stepped back to knock again. This time I possibly waited for a response but he nevermind.

"You and I know that I don't love you and never will! No! No! Don't come here, please. I need to rest, I'm damn tired." He echoed in his room.

I didn't know the lady on the other side of the phone but that was just bad. I felt sad for the person this handsome man didn't value. I wished I could help but it wasn't my business.

I still stood there as I was waiting for him to end the call. The next sound I heard was a glass being smashed. I just didn't understand what was going on and what I had gotten myself into. "I quit job this month; I ain't moving to the next," I whispered and raised my hand to try the last knock.

"You can come in now." He finally approved.

"Good morning," I greeted and posed as my right hand met the left at the back of my waist.

"Why did you do that?" He asked instead of replying to my greetings.

"Did what, Sir?" I inquired with my unusually low note.

"How could you possibly bang into my room without my permission? That's unprofessional." He scolded and sat on his bed looking angry.

"I'm sorry, the door was partially opened so I thought I merely needed to knock and enter," I replied. That was my excuse and nothing much.