Nightstand To Contract Marriage

Nightstand To Contract Marriage

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After losing her parents in a plane crash, Alexia's life as the daughter of a wealthy family drastically ended. She got married to her first love, Lincoln Eastwood, but after the death of her parents and the loss of their assets, she discovered that her husband was cheating on her with her best friend. Finding out about this devastating betrayal, she file for divorce. Who could have thought her once lovely marriage would lead to such a painful divorce like this? What she thought was a dream come true has turned into a nightmare. Feeling devastated, she got drunk and had a one-night stand with a Mafia heir, Anthony Stone. What will be her reaction when she finds out that she had a nightstand with a Mafia heir? What if her nightstand result to a contract marriage with a mafia? How is she going to survive after the divorce? Will she sign the contract or not?

Chapter 1 The Divorce.

Chapter 1.

In the expansive hallway of a mansion, a woman strode into the sitting room, her eyes filled with tears. With an unsteady leg and a clenched fist by her side, she observed her husband, who appeared completely unconcerned as he enjoyed a glass of wine.

"I want a divorce," Alexia declared bluntly, trying to blink back her tears.

Lincoln maintained his calm demeanor, lightly holding the glass as he took a sip. "A divorce?" He repeated, a mocking smile creeping into his face.

"Yes, I want divorce" Alexia responded.

Lincoln sighed, looking unfazed, " Why are you telling me this? Do you expect me to plead with you to stay? Oh c'mon if that is what you think, then you are deluding yourself," he replied, his tone dismissive.

For a moment, the pain spread throughout her body like a wild vine, tearing at her heart and bones, making her gasp for breath. " Don't you feel even a hint of remorse? You cheated on me with my best friend! How can you do this to me?" Her voice quivered with hurt as she bombarded him with questions.

She had just discovered the most devastating betrayal of her life, her husband was having affairs with her only friend. She had never imagined this day would come, it was unexpected and so hard to accept.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, sweetheart. I marry you solely because of your father's money, and now that you don't have anything, why will I continue the charade with you? You are worthless to me right now." Lincoln said with brutal honesty, devoid of any guilt.

Alexia lost her parents in a plane crash one month ago, and her father's properties were stripped of her by the company's shareholders. She had thought Lincoln would be her solace to regain the properties, but his words crushed her hard.

Alexia clenched her fist tightly on her gown, and endless pain surged through her heart in an instant. "You are lying! You care about me more than I do about myself; you love me so much, and I know that. So why are you saying all this now? Please, tell me it's a joke!"

Lincoln closed his eyes for a moment and opened it instantly. "Why are you so dense? Can't you understand? My care for you is just an act, so come of it and face the bitter truth," He said coldly, eyes darkening as he emanated a distant Aura.

He never expects her to be such a foolish soul who doesn't understand his explanation. She was the one forcing herself into the marriage when his heart didn't belong to her. He had to make that clear at once.

Alexia, still madly in love with him couldn't let go of her first love easily. She has dedicated her time and soul to this marriage; it is hard to let it clash easily.

" I'm sorry; I don't mean to upset you. I only need an explanation about what I saw, and that's all," Alexia said, her voice steadier as she attempted to remain calm.

"What you saw is the truth! I only marry you for your father's wealth! Can't you see?" Lincoln yelled angrily, he was pissed off.

Alexia crumpled to the floor, tears flowing freely. Her greatest fear of parting ways with her first love is finally happening.

"How could you do this to me? But I love you!" Alexia cries out.

"I'm sorry I didn't feel the same way. Let's talk about the divorce tomorrow; my lawyer will bring the papers," Lincoln said, before turning to leave her sobbing.

As he walked away, Alexia screamed in despair, holding her chest in anguish as her eyes fell upon their wedding picture on the wall. Who could have thought her once lovely marriage would lead to such a painful divorce like this? Memories of their love overwhelmed her; what she thought was a dream come true has turned into a nightmare.

The camera clicks as reporters swarm outside the Golden Company, waiting to question the CEO for his recent award.

A white Cadillac Escalade pulled up in front of the building, and a bodyguard rushed to open the door. A striking man steps out in a blue shawl lapel tuxedo, his average long hair cascading his shoulder. It was the famous billionaire CEO, Anthony Stones.

The reporters bombarded him with different questions as soon as he appeared, their camera clicking rapidly.

"What are those questions for? '' Anthony asks, walking into the company with his assistant, Hardy closely trailing behind him.

"It's regarding the award,"

The two are just like a friend as Hardy works as his assistant and also does the mafia training with Anthony, making their relationship closer.

"Oh, I see. What about the other company?" Anthony inquired coolly as he opened the door to his office.

The office was large and comfortable; the wall was made with bulletproof glass, and the transparent glass offered a clear view of the surroundings. At the center, a sleek black chair and a desk awaited him, with his nameplate display.

Hardy responds, a hint of mockery evident in his voice. " The Eastwood is probably in their last temper right now,"

Anthony smirked slightly; his eyes lightened up, and he said." They must have realized their position by now"

Hardy returns the smile, feeling proud of his boss. "We finally put them in their place"

Just then, his demeanor changed, and his eyes turned cold as he looked at Hardy. " What of the father?"

Hardy sensed the change in his emotions; he could understand the reason and didn't bother to push the matter. " He was still in Italy meetings with other Mafia"

" You can go without me tonight; I will drive myself back home," Anthony instructed in a tone that broke no agreement.

"Alright, Boss" Hardy Agreed with no hesitation.

To kill her depression, Alexia found her way to the bar. She sat down beside a Cold, handsome man but was too lost in her thoughts to notice him.

As women flirt with him, Anthony ignores them and remains distant, but his gaze somehow falls on the troubled woman beside him.

"I want more alcohol!" Alexia declared drunkenly, drinking the fifth bottle.

"She doesn't seem right," he said in a low voice as he looked away. He came quiet; he wanted to go the same way unnoticed.

"Of course, I'm not normal," Alexia shot back, tears brimming in her eyes shocking Anthony.

Seeing a grown-up lady like her in tears leaves him speechless. "What? Are you seriously crying because of what I said? Who cries after downing five bottles of alcohol?." Anthony sneer.

His sneer was replaced with shock when her lips crashed against his...

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