Faithfully Yours

Name: Faithfully Yours
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Hazel Davis

Billionaires | Ongoing

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One night. One contract. A lifetime of obsession. When innocent and struggling Emma Blake agrees to a one-night stand to pay off her dying mother's medical bills, she never expects to wake up in the bed of ruthless billionaire Damian Wolfe a man who doesn't believe in accidents. To him, everything is a transaction. Including her. What begins as a night of escape turns into a signed contract: thirty days as his personal assistant in name, but something else entirely behind closed doors. Damian's world is cold steel and shadows, and Amara is the light he didn't know he craved. But love was never part of the deal. Tangled in a web of secrets, jealousy, and betrayal, Amara must navigate a world that wants to devour her, and a man who might just destroy her in the name of love. Because in Damian's world, possession is love and he never, ever lets go.

Modern CEO Contract marriage One-night stand Age gap Arrogant/Dominant Romance Billionaires Workplace

Chapter 9 The Devil You Know

05-28 06:20

Chapter 1 The Price of Quiet

Rain dripped from the cracked windowpane like time slipping through fingers Emma Blake couldn't quite close. Her mother's soft wheezing echoed from the bedroom, and the smell of boiled rice lingered in the air like the ghost of better meals. This wasn't living. It was waiting-for the next overdue bill, for the final breath, for something to break.

She stirred the soup without tasting it. Her paycheck from the café had vanished into hospital bills. Again. The receptionist at St. Jude's had stopped asking for her insurance. They all knew there was none.

Emma looked down at her hands-ink-stained from drawing between shifts, knuckles cracked from hours in dishwater. Art school was a dream abandoned years ago, tucked in a box beneath her bed like the sketchbooks she didn't have time to fill.

Her phone vibrated. It Lena.

"There's an event tonight. She said, Black-tie. High-tipping crowd. You in?"

Emma hesitated. Fancy parties weren't her world. But Lena only called when things were serious. And serious usually meant money.

"Text me the address." Emma said.

Wolfe Hall didn't look like a building. It looked like power. Glass walls, black marble floors, and a valet who raised an eyebrow at her scuffed shoes before handing her a tray. Lena had pulled strings to get her on the catering crew. "Don't spill anything," she whispered. "And don't look them in the eyes."

But someone looked at her.

Emma felt it before she saw him. A weight, a stare, like being undressed in slow motion.

He stood by the far wall, separate from the crowd. Black suit, no tie, collar undone. He didn't hold a drink. Didn't speak. Just watched.

Their eyes met. He smiled.

A curl of heat wound down her spine.

Emma was caught in his smile that she dropped a glass.

At the sound of the shattering noise, Lena noticed and came to grabbed her wrist to the kitchen. I told you to be careful, but you never listen. I guess Today's your lucky day because you're not fired and Somehow, someone wants to see you. In the VIP lounge. "Now."

"Why me?" Emma sounded confused

Lena's eyes were wide. "Because he pointed at you like you were an item on a menu."

The elevator opened onto a floor swathed in shadows and candlelight. A man sat on a leather couch, fingers steepled, jaw sharp as a blade.

"I'm told you're... agreeable," he said.

"I-I'm just a server."

"No." He rose. "You're desperate. There's a difference."

She swallowed hard. "What do you want?"

He stepped close. Too close. His voice was velvet and threat. "One night. No rules. No questions. Fifty thousand dollars. Cash."

Her breath caught.

"That's insane."

"It's business."

"And if I say no?"

He smiled. "You won't."

Outside, thunder cracked. Her hands trembled as she stared at the check. Fifty thousand. Signed. Real.

Her phone buzzed.

St. Jude's Hospital.

She answered.

"Miss Blake? It's your mother. You need to come. Now."

As Amara rushed out into the rain, the check clutched to her chest, she didn't see the man watching her from the balcony above-eyes cold, smile colder.

He turned to his assistant.

"Send the car. She'll come back. They always do