Billionaire's Fake Fiancée: A Contract for Revenge

the steam from the coffee shop door fogging her glasses. Balancing her ov

a deep voice ru

cably dressed in a charcoal suit, stood a hair's breadth away

ding boss, and the ever-mounting bills," she sighe

se a break," the man sai

r, he looked like he'd never had to worry about a single bill in his life. "Unles

eplaced by a ghost of a smile. "Actually, I might have

aised an eyebrow. "Let me guess,

his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisp

warm coffee, sputtering

million dollars," he repeated, leaning closer. "For six months of

ng to be?" she asked, skepticism war

fian

a stranger in a designer suit? This whole

hand. "The name's Damon Blackwood. And I

ckwood. The name sent a jolt through her. He was the CEO of Blackwood Enterprise

all the women in the city, why a rand

th nothing to lose, someone who wouldn't be swayed by

a flicker of vulnerability. Maybe he wasn't just some heartless billionaire seeki

hing," she said

r a temporary fiancee. A high-profile business deal hung in the balance, and a public image makeover was c

e, with a hefty bonus for maintaining secrecy. The clauses were strict, outli

medical problems, and maybe even give him a chance at a normal life. But the idea of p

ncrusted wedding band on her own finger, a leftover prop from

factor," Damon

a past she wasn't privy to. This entire situation felt laced

f her brother's pale face and his tired smile flickered in

ght, Mr. Blackwood," she said, her voice surpri

like she was living in a whirlwind. The elegant clothes felt foreign against her skin, the designer shoe

alize details, his demeanor as cold and unreadable as ever. He was a whirlwind o

ng, her phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown numbe

ct, or something more sinister? An unsettling feeling gnawed a

r was crisp, the only sound the rustling of leaves in the wind. As she e

out?" she asked,

u need to know," he

f a ruthless stepmother, a woman who wielded power through manipulation and deceit. Veronica Blackwoo

edge to his voice. "This deal, this facade, it's

nderstanding. This wasn't just about a business deal. This was a b

she asked, h

g to lose," he said, a hint of something unreadable flickeri

y she was getting herself into, but she knew one thing for sure: this