Billionaire's Fake Fiancée: A Contract for Revenge

elf thrust into the world of high society. It was a world of c

social minefield with grace, her natural wit masking the anxieties bubbling beneath the surface. Damon, however,

hoot for a business magazine, a woman with fiery red

ice laced with sarcasm. "Finally fou

was even more stunning in person, her beauty as sharp as her words. There was

fered a curt nod of greeting. "Ve

icking dismissively over Eden. "This

ed with unspoken tension. Eden felt like

his voice low and dangero

playing on her lips. "I won't spoil your little performance.

turned and sashayed away, leaving behind a t

the confines of Damon's pe

ded, her voice a mixture

and through his hair. "My

by 'charade'?" Eden pressed,

rner of the apartment. The room, lined with leather-bound books and illuminat

d to know," Damon began, h

ting the company millions. She had used the fallout to tighten her grip on the Blackwood fortune and weak

o demonstrate stability, to show investors I'm in control

is wasn't just about a million dollars; it was about reclaiming

s finalized?" she asked, a flicker

he admitted. "There's no telling what Veronica has planne

wing sense of connection between them. Eden felt a pang of

rmance?" she whispered, he

hers. "It started that way," he said,

t hers. A spark of energy shot through her,

ued, his voice husky,

burgeoning attraction, found herself leaning closer. Just as their lips

on's trusted butler, his face etche

cursed under his breath and answered the

thread. Eden watched Damon's face harden as he listened, a co

e clipped. He hung up, his gaze meeting Eden'

ained, his voice tight. "One of my key investors to

emed, always took precedence, even during stolen moment

d his shoulders. "I'll make it up to you," he promised, his voice sincere. "

hesitated, a war waging within her. A part of her yearned for a glimpse into the real Damon, away from the pr

said, her voice betrayi

their fingers brushing briefly as they said goodnight. The touch sent a jolt through h

glamorous and more like a tightrope walk over a bed of vipers. Veronica's veiled threats, Damon's hidden pa

the ever-present "fiancee," felt like a puppet on a string, her emotions a tangled mes

ervously in Damon's penthouse. The silence stretched, broken only by the rhythmic t

he fatigue, Eden saw a flicker of relief. He was dressed casu

ile playing on his lips. "The negotia

den reassured him

re a small table was set for two. They settled do

for the future of the company. Eden, in turn, shared her dreams of opening a bookstore, a haven fo

s intelligent, passionate, and surprisingly funny. As the night deepened, their conversation shifted,

ng in her chest. She, in turn, shared her worries

shed. His eyes held a warmth that had been absent befor

. Fear shot through Eden as they both jumped to their f

th urgency. He moved towards the library, his

She knew then, with a chilling certainty, that this million-dollar proposal had just thrown her

elf thrust into the world of high society. It was a world of c

social minefield with grace, her natural wit masking the anxieties bubbling beneath the surface. Damon, however,

hoot for a business magazine, a woman with fiery red

ice laced with sarcasm. "Finally fou

was even more stunning in person, her beauty as sharp as her words. There was

fered a curt nod of greeting. "Ve

icking dismissively over Eden. "This

ed with unspoken tension. Eden felt like

his voice low and dangero

playing on her lips. "I won't spoil your little performance.

turned and sashayed away, leaving behind a t

the confines of Damon's pe

ded, her voice a mixture

and through his hair. "My

by 'charade'?" Eden pressed,

rner of the apartment. The room, lined with leather-bound books and illuminat

d to know," Damon began, h

ting the company millions. She had used the fallout to tighten her grip on the Blackwood fortune and weak

o demonstrate stability, to show investors I'm in control

is wasn't just about a million dollars; it was about reclaiming

s finalized?" she asked, a flicker

he admitted. "There's no telling what Veronica has planne

wing sense of connection between them. Eden felt a pang of

rmance?" she whispered, he

hers. "It started that way," he said,

t hers. A spark of energy shot through her,

ued, his voice husky,

burgeoning attraction, found herself leaning closer. Just as their lips

on's trusted butler, his face etche

cursed under his breath and answered the

thread. Eden watched Damon's face harden as he listened, a co

e clipped. He hung up, his gaze meeting Eden'

ained, his voice tight. "One of my key investors to

emed, always took precedence, even during stolen moment

d his shoulders. "I'll make it up to you," he promised, his voice sincere. "

hesitated, a war waging within her. A part of her yearned for a glimpse into the real Damon, away from the pr

said, her voice betrayi

their fingers brushing briefly as they said goodnight. The touch sent a jolt through h

glamorous and more like a tightrope walk over a bed of vipers. Veronica's veiled threats, Damon's hidden pa

the ever-present "fiancee," felt like a puppet on a string, her emotions a tangled mes

ervously in Damon's penthouse. The silence stretched, broken only by the rhythmic t

he fatigue, Eden saw a flicker of relief. He was dressed casu

ile playing on his lips. "The negotia

den reassured him

re a small table was set for two. They settled do

for the future of the company. Eden, in turn, shared her dreams of opening a bookstore, a haven fo

s intelligent, passionate, and surprisingly funny. As the night deepened, their conversation shifted,

ng in her chest. She, in turn, shared her worries

shed. His eyes held a warmth that had been absent befor

. Fear shot through Eden as they both jumped to their f

th urgency. He moved towards the library, his

She knew then, with a chilling certainty, that this million-dollar proposal had just thrown her