The Billionaire's Contract Wife

een quiet, each of us way too busy trying to process what had just happened. I reach the landing at the top of the stairs and open the door of the first room to the left, my room, brea

ere now. And with a Mrs title attached to my name. I let my hands fall to my sides and my shoulders sag in exhaustion. It's still hard to process that I am married. How the hell did I get here? I reach behind me for the zip of my dress but I can't even get it. With frustration, I twist myself into various

he tears prickle my eyes and right there on my desk, I place my head in my hands and cry my heart out. If only mum hadn't died, I wouldn't be indebted to Aunt Ellie in the first place. I have to do everything I can to pay back the money within a

a knock on my door. Au

cks again. "Vanessa

t on my seat with Auntie's knock still sounding on the door and reach for the power button of my old computer, turning it on. It powers to life at the same time that I hear Aunt Ellie's footsteps go down the stairs. I don't care about seeing he

images and his picture comes out, larger than life. He's pictured in an office, sporting one of those expensive suits again, an elegant amber coloured perfume bottle captured beside him. He has that same intense, haughty look on his face and anyone who looks at the picture can see how well he fits into his surroundings, almost as if he was born for

ry image presents him with different women. Every month brin

ave to work to pay off this debt? I'm still thinking of that when a knock sounds on my door ag

cks softly again. "Ness, are y

alk to the door, opening it to reveal my younger sister, st

isitor, Ness"

ask, brows furro

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against the carpet softly. I receive the shock of my life when I walk into the sitting room. Sta