Who would have thought that one disastrous night could bind two strangers in a contract neither saw coming? Everlyn Ateya Wangari thought she had it all—a stable job, a loving boyfriend, and a future she had fought hard for. But that illusion shattered the moment she walked in on the man she had sacrificed everything for, tangled in the arms of another woman—her biggest rival at work. Betrayed and heartbroken, she storms out, only to stumble upon a high-stakes deal that has nothing to do with business and everything to do with revenge. Kurtis Otias, Nairobi’s most elusive billionaire bachelor and the newly appointed CEO of her company, is a man who never begs—except now. With a billion-dollar merger hanging by a thread, he needs a wife, and he needs one fast. A chance encounter. A reckless offer. A contract signed in desperation. One seeks power. The other seeks payback. But neither of them anticipated the one thing they couldn’t control—**love and obsession.** When emotions start to blur the lines of their cold arrangement, will they walk away unscathed, or will they destroy each other in a game where the rules were never meant to be fair?
더 보기The fire in her eyes was untamed, raw—like a storm barely held back by the fragile restraint of her skin. Impressive, to say the least. A slow smirk curled on my lips, amusement flickering through me despite the absurdity of her words."I want to join the Board of Executives!" she declared, her voice cutting through the room like a blade of ice.I exhaled sharply, staring at her—hard. Maybe I was hoping she was joking, that she’d laugh and brush it off as a fleeting thought. But no. Damn. She meant it.As Fedrick moved about, directing the guests toward dinner, I kept my gaze locked on her, studying every flicker of resolve, every stubborn breath she took."Listen," I said, my tone low, measured, but laced with something dark. "Do you think joining the Executive Board will be enough to get your revenge?"Her brows pinched slightly, but she didn’t falter. "What do you mean? From the beginning, that was what—""You still don’t get it," I cut in, stepping forward. Before she could pull a
The warmth of his lips still lingered on mine, a teasing memory that refused to fade. My cheeks were still flushed, and despite the cool splash of water on my face, the heat beneath my skin remained. Damn. That was nothing like kissing Daniel. No comparison. Kurtis Otias was in a league of his own.It was already past nine, and the photoshoot had stretched longer than expected. We were given a change of outfits—matching grey sweatshirts and pants adorned with tiny love emojis. Cute. I ran a hand through my hair and glanced at myself in the mirror. My lips still tingled, betraying my thoughts. Shaking off the daze, I walked back into the living room.And there he was.Seated on the plush sofa, legs crossed in a casual yet elegant manner, flipping through the pages of a novel. A pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, adding an almost devastating allure to his already striking features. My breath hitched. What is it with handsome men wearing glasses? The emotionless expressio
When I arrived around five, the sight that greeted me was nothing short of chaotic. A large moving truck was parked in the driveway, workers unloading boxes and crates while a team of decorators scurried back and forth. Several photo booths had been set up on the front lawn, their pristine white backdrops fluttering lightly in the evening breeze. The whole scene felt surreal, as if I had just walked onto the set of a high-budget wedding shoot—except it was supposed to be my life.I scanned the crowd and spotted Kurtis standing a few feet away, deeply engrossed in conversation with a group of men in black suits. His expression was unreadable, his posture relaxed yet firm, the very image of a man in control. His gaze flicked toward me for the briefest second before returning to the discussion. Something about his demeanor made me uneasy.Before I could dwell on it, a familiar voice called my name.“What’s going on?” I asked as I approached Fedrick, my voice laced with confusion.“What d
The room was thick with tension, the air heavy as if every molecule had absorbed the weight of the moment. Kurtis’s arms remained firmly wrapped around me, his grip a silent command, while Antony stood a few feet away, still as a statue, his stare sharp and unreadable.I wasn’t sure if he was in shock, disbelief, or something darker. But one thing was clear—this wasn’t a normal conversation.And me? I felt like I was caught in a storm I never saw coming. My thoughts were tangled, my heart pounding against my ribs, a painful reminder that I had just signed myself into something—something much deeper and much more dangerous than I had initially assumed.I sucked in a sharp breath, but even that felt like a struggle, as though the very oxygen in the room had turned against me, suffocating me with each passing second."You should head back," Kurtis finally spoke, his voice calm yet firm, the kind of tone that left no room for argument.I blinked, still trying to find my footing in this me
(June, 17…One Month Before The Contract Marriage )It was already past ten when I walked in. The grand gate opened as I handed over my invitation card, the golden emblem catching the dim light. This wasn’t just any event—it was the event, exclusive to only the VVIPs from every major business sector. The kind of gathering where fortunes were made or ruined over a single conversation.A valet rushed over as I stepped out of my car, and I tossed him my key without a second glance. The grand home of Mr. Abdalla loomed ahead, magnificent and intimidating. You could say Bianco is the most influential jewelry company, but Abdalla’s Company? He controlled the appraisal of jewelry, the launch of exclusive collections, and the global marketing of high-end pieces. His company was the backbone of the industry, providing top-tier models and connections that stretched across continents. It was no surprise he ranked among the top ten richest billionaires in Kenya.Stepping inside, I took a slow, mea
I barely got any sleep. The bed was enormous, the sheets soft, but everything still felt foreign—the scent of a new fragrance lingering in the air, the quiet vastness of the house pressing down on me. It was surprisingly huge, yet only had six rooms.The ground floor was nothing short of luxury—an expansive living room, a sleek dining area, and a modern kitchen. But according to Fedrick, apart from the housekeepers who only came during the day and the gatekeepers, no one else lived there. Just Kurtis and him. And even then, Kurtis was hardly around, only staying over when early-morning schedules demanded it.Even Antony and some of Kurtis’ closest friends rarely hung out here. Privacy, for him, wasn’t just a preference—it was an obsession.The first floor housed his study, a personal library, and a sketch room—off-limits to everyone, including Fedrick. The second floor had three rooms. Mine was the first you reached, another stood empty, and Kurtis’ was at the farthest end. The third
The car ride back was suffocating.The low hum of the engine, the occasional flicker of streetlights casting eerie shadows through the tinted windows, the rhythmic tapping of Kurtis’s fingers against his tablet—it all built an unbearable weight inside me. The hospital doors had barely shut behind us, yet my mind was still trapped in that sterile white hallway, replaying the scene over and over like a broken film reel.Antony’s expression—shocked, confused, then cold. His jaw tightened, his gaze darting between me and Kurtis, piecing together a picture I wasn’t even sure how to explain.I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t. But I did.And the way Kurtis had dismissed him, like a minor inconvenience, like a fly buzzing too close to his ear, made my stomach twist. It wasn’t just his words; it was the sheer lack of emotion, the detached finality in his tone, as if Antony—someone who had stood by his side for years—was nothing more than an afterthought.I shot a glance at Kurtis. He sat beside me
The suitcase snapped shut with a finality that sent a dull ache through my chest. I exhaled, rubbing my temples as I glanced at the two culprits standing before me—Genny and Grace, their eyes wide, their hands clasped together in a silent plea."I said no!" I cried out, my patience fraying at the edges."But we just want to see the house!" Genny whined."Every single girl in this city would die to get a peek into Kurtis’s life," Grace added, arms crossed.I threw my hands up. "And that’s exactly why you’re not coming! I haven’t even properly introduced you guys, and we all know the kind of man Kurtis is. He values his privacy more than anything!"Their exaggerated sighs filled the air as I turned my attention back to the calendar hanging on the wall. What a month July had turned out to be. A month that was supposed to be filled with excitement, with wedding plans, with love. I had envisioned myself walking down the aisle toward Daniel, my heart fluttering with anticipation for the lif
A high-pitched ringing buzzed in my ears, distant at first, then swelling, consuming everything. My head felt heavy like it had been stuffed with cotton, but the weight wasn’t enough to dull the sharp, pulsing ache at my temples. I tried to move, but a dull throb shot up my arm, pinning me down before I could register what was wrong.Bright light poured through my closed eyelids, forcing them to flutter open. The world blurred—a sterile white ceiling, recessed lights that hummed softly, and the unmistakable scent of antiseptic hanging thick in the air. Something beeped nearby, a steady, rhythmic sound that only intensified the ringing in my head. Hospital. The realization struck as I blinked, my vision swimming into focus.A murmur of voices drifted in from the side, muffled at first, then sharpening into distinct figures. My father. Vincent. Antony. They were here.I turned my head slightly, ignoring the protest of my sore muscles. Vincent was seated beside me, his posture stiff, han
A soft creak.At first, I don’t think much of it. The hallway outside the hotel suite is quiet, the plush carpet swallowing the sound of my footsteps. I adjust the small gift bag in my hand, my heart light, and excited.Daniel’s promotion had finally come through. The contract I fought tooth and nail for—his golden ticket to the executive level—was finally signed. We did it. We were supposed to celebrate tonight.I lift my hand to knock—then I hear it.A muffled gasp, soft but unmistakable.My breath catches. I tilt my head slightly, straining to hear.Another sound follows—a low, shuddering moan.My fingers tighten around the handle of the bag. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he left the TV on. Maybe—“Oh, Danny…” A woman’s voice sighs his name, filled with pleasure.The world tilts.No.I step back, the blood in my veins turning to ice.It’s not just any voice. I know that voice.Serena.No, no, no—The soft creak turns into a steady, rhythmic sound. A low chuckle rumbles through the door, h...
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