The Ceo of one of the biggest tech companies in the world needs to get married to make the paparazzi stop spreading rumors about him so he makes a deal with his new secretary to get married for only a year then he'll pay her four millions and she must disappear from the public.
Lihat lebih banyakThe library was quiet, the way I liked it—just the soft rustle of pages turning from the wind coming from the big open windows and the faint scent of old books surrounding me. I had told Tala earlier that I needed the entire day to study, to revise what I’d learned in college about business and economic science. No distractions. No interruptions. She had nodded, understanding, and left me alone with my thoughts and my books. Hours passed, the words blurring together as I flipped through case studies and theories. My stomach growled, a sharp reminder that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I leaned back in my chair, stretching my stiff shoulders, and glanced at the clock. Late afternoon already. A craving hit me then—one I’d been suppressing for months. That burger sandwich from the new restaurant downtown, the one with the golden brioche bun and thick, juicy patty I’d seen advertised everywhere. I had resisted, of course. Because of the diet. Because I wanted to stay fit for him. But
I walked into the office today in clothes I wouldn’t normally wear to work—an oversized coat, simple blouse underneath, flowy pants, and flat shoes instead of my usual heels. My hair wasn’t perfectly styled, probably a bit greasy, and my face was bare. No makeup. No effort. Not that anyone would dare comment on it. I settled into my chair and mechanically started reviewing reports, replying to emails, drafting responses—anything to keep my mind occupied. The work was a welcome distraction, something solid to focus on instead of the mess inside my head. Then Karim, the team leader, knocked on my door. He looked tense. "Three people called in sick today," he said, rubbing his temple. "The workload is overwhelming. I don’t know if we can handle it." I barely hesitated. "It’s fine. I’ll take their place." His eyebrows shot up. I wasn’t the type to step in like that—not directly, not like some hands-on manager. But today, I needed this. I needed to drown in something other than m
The door clicked shut behind me, sealing away Rola’s words, her promises, her plan. The air in our home felt heavier now, thick with the weight of what I had just agreed to. Or maybe it was just the silence—the kind that settles when you stop fighting. I kicked off my shoes, not bothering to line them . The old me would’ve cared. The old me would’ve smoothed her hair, touched up her lipstick, made sure my bedroom smelled like lavender instead of the smell of chips that I had last night. But that woman was fading, peeling away like old paint. Rami was on the couch, his fingers tapping against his phone, the glow of the screen reflecting in his tired eyes. He didn’t look up when I walked in. Good. Less effort for me. I grabbed a bag of chips from the cupboard, the crinkling sound too loud in the quiet. I didn’t care if it was noon or midnight. I didn’t care if he wrinkled his nose at the smell of salt and grease. Let him. “You’re eating that now?” he finally asked, his voice fla
Rola and I were silent. We had agreed to work together, but the awkwardness of the situation was still pressing on us.After a few minutes I finally had the courage to break the silence, I said "I never had anyone before him, Rola. No family, no love—nothing. Rami was the first person who made me feel like I mattered. He gave me things I never even dreamed of having... not money, but the way he showed me the world. Made me believe I was worth something." My voice cracks, and I press a hand to my chest, like I can physically hold the ache inside. "That’s why I can’t just walk away. He’s my first love—my only love. But every lie he tells me feels like a knife twisting deeper. And now... now I keep wondering if there’s more. If he’s cheating, if he ever really loved me at all." A bitter laugh escapes me. "It’s driving me insane, Rola. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep—I just keep replaying everything in my head. And I know... I know I have to end this. Because if I don’t, he’s going to des
The café was quiet, the sound of distant chatter barely reaching our corner table. Rola sat across from me, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup, her eyes guarded but not unkind. My chest tightened. I had rehearsed this moment in my head a dozen times, but now that it was here, the words felt heavy. "I’m not ready to leave him," I admitted, the confession spilling out before I could soften it. Her gaze flickered up, surprise flashing in her eyes. "My heart is still… attached. But I can’t ignore the way things have been." Rola exhaled slowly, her shoulders relaxing just a fraction. "Then why are you here, Dema?" "Because I need to understand," I said, leaning forward. "I need to hear your side—what really happened between you and Rami. Why you broke the engagement." My voice wavered, but I held her stare. "If there’s anything I can do to change him, I want to try. But I need to know if you're willing to help me." The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words. Fo
The salt of my tears has dried, leaving a gritty residue on my cheeks. Hours. Or was it days? Time has lost all meaning, a blurry, distorted echo in the empty cavern of my bedroom. My eyes are swollen, heavy, and the constant ache in my chest has settled into a dull, persistent throb. I'm empty, hollowed out. I can't stay here. The walls are closing in, each surface a mirror reflecting the broken pieces of myself. I need air, I need…something. Anything. I push myself up, my legs shaky and unsteady. The maids cluster around me as I head for the door. "Madam, where are you going?" Their voices are a soft, concerned chorus, but I can't bring myself to answer. I just shake my head and walk away, the click of my heels on the marble a sharp, defiant sound. The car is a cold, metallic comfort. I drive, not knowing where I’m going, just needing to move, to escape the suffocating stillness of my apartment. I find myself by the sea, the rhythmic crash of the waves a constant, soothing pulse.
My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a frantic drum against the silence of the kitchen. "Rami, we need to talk." My voice was barely a whisper, strained and tight. I held the small, foil-backed packet in my trembling hand, the crinkled edges a testament to its journey through the trash. "I found these."I laid the contraceptive pills on the countertop, the stark white and blue a harsh contrast against the warm wood. "In the kitchen trash. I need you to be honest with me. Do you know anything about these?"He turned, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before settling into irritation. "Why are you assuming it's me, Dema? I was asleep when you found them. You know that.""Because," I said, my voice rising slightly, "you've said before that you don't want children. And… and I can't help but wonder if you're taking steps to make sure that doesn't happen."His jaw tightened. "That's ridiculous. You're being ridiculous.""My reaction isn't ridiculous, Rami. Your reac
Three months later : The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, as I stretched beneath the sheets. Beside me, Rami slept soundly, his breathing steady. A warmth spread through my chest—today, I wanted to do something special for him. After everything that happened between us and the issue with Bayan and the rumors, our relationship had its ups and downs, we deserved a peaceful morning, just the two of us. Quietly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him. The house was still, the only sound the distant chirping of birds outside. I tiptoed to the kitchen, my bare feet silent against the cool tiles. But when I pushed the door open, I found one of the maids already there, preparing breakfast. “Good morning,” I whispered. “I’d like to handle breakfast myself today.” She smiled and nodded. “Of course, my lady. Shall I set the table in the garden for you?” “Yes, please.” Once she left, I rolled up my sleeves and reached for the ingredients. Pancakes—R
I watched it all unfold, and with every move Rami made, the knot in my stomach tightened. He had silenced Bayan—paid her off, made her disappear like she was nothing more than a problem to be erased. And his ex? After speaking to her parents, she backed down, burying whatever truth she had been holding onto, all for the sake of her family’s reputation. Rami’s lawyer was smooth, persuasive. Money changed hands, whispers of legal threats lingered in the air, and just like that, everything was settled. I felt like there was no real resolution—just the quiet suffocation of the truth under the weight of wealth. It made me sick. The way Rami operated, it was like he believed money could rewrite reality. That if you had enough of it, you could bend the world to your will, make inconvenient people vanish, turn wrong into right with a check and a signature. And the worst part? It worked.I wanted to scream. To shake him and ask how he could live with himself, turning lives into transacti
It's 3 AM, and I still can't sleep. Tomorrow is my wedding day, and I'm so nervous that my stomach won't stop grumbling. I only have five hours to try to get some sleep, but I just can't relax. My whole life was turned upside down in a matter of a few weeks. Thirty days ago, I was a homeless girl living in my car with no job. Then I heard that a well-known company was looking for a secretary. I was not expecting to get the job; surprisingly, I passed, and they hired me immediately.After a couple of days, my boss called me into his office. I found him scrolling on his phone. When he noticed that I was standing before him, he showed me what he was looking at—it was an article about him. I've seen many articles like this; they keep spreading rumors about him. My boss is the young CEO of one of the biggest tech companies in the world, so it's not shocking that many news agencies are desperate to learn the tiniest piece of information about him. On my first day, I heard them saying that ...
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