PRESIDENT'S CONTRACT WIFE

into the air, synchronized to elegant music. Fancy cars line the entrance, while men and wome

ing from the door first. Dressed in a tight black dress, her wavy brown hair falls down her back, an

ers slightly. "Another woman looking for a rich husband,

s in front of her. "Miss, this is a private club. Only members are

ng its surface. The doorman's eyes widen. A golden card-one th

es, miss. Please, go right in. Enjoy your eveni

her shoulder as she strides through the golden doors. As

e turns to see Ryan, an

n eyebrow. She remembers Ryan as a guy who once purs

for the president of Gray now! We'

resident himself?" Her eyes sparkle with excitement. She had come to the T.S. Club to

s pressing close to Grace. The room is

ice low and breathless, "you p

he president's drink, but that's all I ca

h catching in her throat. "What

ter how beautiful the woman is, if she's not pure, she's not worth his t

irgins only? This wasn't part of her plan. She grits her

ld and dangerous idea. Her lips curve in

passes Ryan a small pill. "Here. Make sure you do your part, Ryan

ent but ultimately nods,

rrison is finishing up her shift. Her phone vibrates in

rs quickl

e. "Your sister's drunk. Come get h

she can say anything more, the call disconnect

the T.S. Club. Why would she be there? And drunk, no less? Nina hurriedly e

her mind is filled with worry. Something didn't feel right. Grace was always calculating, always after somethin

de the window. Whatever mess Grace had gotten herself into, Nina would have to clean it u