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?
View MoreAlthough she insisted she could handle it, I couldn’t help but prepare for the worst. I needed to be ready—just in case.My stomach twisted as I stared down at the documents in front of me. Medical records, dates, and confirmation lines.“She’s pregnant?” I scoffed, letting out a dry, humorless chuckle, though the annoyance in my voice betrayed the anger simmering beneath the surface.“Yeah,” Fedrick replied flatly, standing to the side with his hands tucked behind his back. “Four months along, confirmed.”I gritted my teeth. “What a bastard…”“What should we do, boss?” Fedrick asked, his tone low and cautious.I let out a long breath, fingers tapping against the mahogany desk. “I wanted to step in, but she asked me not to. So we’ll keep our distance... for now.”I spun my chair around, gazing out the window at the rain streaking down the glass.“Gavin’s the one representing Bianco this time,” I added, voice steely. “I want you to keep both eyes on him. He plays dirty, always has. If
KURTISI was heading out for a meeting with some shareholders. The game was about to start, all thanks to Mr. Abdalla’s push. It should’ve been a good day.But fate always had its way of pulling the rug.The moment we stepped out of the house, the sky cracked open and rain began to pour, thick and unrelenting.Just as I was sliding into the backseat, Fedrick’s voice cut through the hum of the downpour.“Sir… isn’t that Miss Evelyn?”I looked up sharply, eyes narrowing at the figure stepping out of a cab just beyond the gate. My breath caught.It was her.Standing alone in the pouring rain—no coat, no umbrella, not even a shawl. Just the same dress she wore earlier that morning. Her hair clung to her cheeks, makeup ruined, her body trembling beneath the weight of the storm.“What the hell…?” I muttered, already flinging the car door open.Without thinking, I tore off my coat and rushed toward her, ignoring the rain as I wrapped it around her frail, soaked frame. Her lips parted, eyes w
You know, at this point, something like this shouldn’t shake me.But it does.Not because I’m seeing it again. God knows this scene is becoming a rerun at this point.What kills me—what burns right through my chest—is that he was the one who texted me. Urgently. Like something life-changing couldn’t wait another second. And then he brings her? And has the nerve to let me walk right into this mess like it’s some twisted open invitation?“Evelyn… I… it’s not what you think,” Dan stammers, keys slipping between his trembling fingers like guilt he can’t quite hold onto.I mean, seriously?His tie’s half-looped like he yanked it loose in a rush, three buttons undone, shirt disheveled like it had been clawed open. His coat’s just lying there on the floor, like it gave up trying to hold any dignity for him.I feel my throat tightening, the betrayal pressing hard against my ribs.“What’s the meaning of this?” I ask, breathless, my voice cracked between fury and disbelief. “If you’re going to
“Next Saturday, I want to take you out for lunch. Just the two of us,” Victoria whispered as Fedrick parked the car.I glanced at her with a teasing smile. “Well, if you’re buying, then why not?”We both chuckled softly.“Then it’s a date.”After a few parting goodbyes, we climbed into the car. The air inside felt thick—charged with tension, emotions, or maybe it was just my stupid heart acting up again. It couldn’t handle being around him without doing backflips in my chest.So, I did what any sane person would do when someone’s presence starts messing with your thoughts—I avoided looking at him altogether. I cracked the window open just a little and let the wind graze my face, focusing on anything outside that wasn’t him.As usual, he was completely absorbed in his laptop, typing away like the world around him didn’t exist.“What did you talk about with Victoria?” he asked, smooth as silk.“Nothing. Just girl talk,” I replied lightly, hoping he’d drop it.Silence followed. But it wa
Her breath was soft—gentle, almost rhythmic. By now, she was deep asleep. Completely gone.And yet I… I couldn’t take my eyes off her.The taste of her lips still lingered—faint but maddeningly present. They were slightly swollen, kissed raw by me, and my tongue kept chasing the memory like it wasn’t ready to let go.I’ve kissed a lot of women.Some were tactics—tools in the mess of scandals I used to orchestrate. Others were fleeting distractions, faces I barely remember now. But her?Evelyn was different.Every time I kissed her, something inside me shifted. My chest tightened, my pulse raced like I’d never done it before. There was this strange, almost helpless ache in me—like I could kiss her for hours and still want more.And now, lying beside her… watching her sleep?God.How the hell can someone be so damn beautiful doing nothing but breathing?Her lips were parted, ever so slightly, letting out the softest little sighs—almost a whisper. The kind of breath that brushed again
The mood in the dining room was nothing short of suffocating as we served them, the tension hanging thick like unspoken truths in the air. Victoria—God, that woman could talk. A chatterbox dressed in pearls and sharp smiles. Yet, oddly enough, it wasn’t unbearable. If anything, it was...refreshing.Back when I lived with Grace and Genny, our conversations rarely ever wandered past rating men like fruit at a market, dissecting rumors, or planning the next night out. Emotional depth? Unheard of. But this—this back-and-forth with Victoria, layered with teasing and half-truths and guarded warmth—might just be the longest, most grounded conversation I’d had with another woman in years. And as odd as it sounds, I didn’t hate it.Victoria set the steaming pot of stewed pork at the center of the table. “What’s with the mood?” she asked, her voice slicing through the silence as she adjusted the sleeves of her velvet blouse.The maid beside her moved quietly, expertly laying down the final pie
It was drizzling when we arrived in Loresho—soft, persistent drops tapping against the windshield like a steady whisper of warning. The clouds above were a pale, bruised gray, smearing across the sky like an old memory. Mist swirled low over the road, clinging to the lush hedges lining the estate as the car glided smoothly into the heart of the private, high-end enclave—Loresho Block 1027.Inside the car, the atmosphere was thick with silence and something unspoken. The faint hum of the engine was barely audible beneath the soft RnB jazz playing low on the radio. The smooth saxophone curled into the air like a lullaby, wrapping the space in an oddly calming warmth—calm before the storm.I was tense, my fingers occasionally tapping the door armrest as I stared ahead. My mind raced with a thousand outcomes. Just one mistake… and we’d both go down. Abdalla wasn’t stupid. Suspicious, maybe. Controlling, definitely. And a marriage that sprouted overnight? That wouldn’t fly under his radar
“Huh! The outlook looks better!” Denis exclaims, her eyes scanning the sketch with approval.But I barely hear her. My focus is locked onto Serena and Daniel. The way they lean into each other, whispering, giggling—so obnoxious, so infuriating. Every little chuckle grates against my nerves, like nails screeching down a chalkboard. They don’t even try to be subtle. It’s disgusting.“Right, what do you think about the boss’ suggestion?” Daina’s voice cuts through my thoughts. She’s standing beside Denis, and as always, Victor trails behind her like a silent shadow. The two of them have been helpful with material suggestions, but right now, my patience is thin.“Yeah, it’s sick,” Victor finally speaks, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Five thousand for a design that would impress him? That’s insane.”“So you in, then?” Denis teases with a sly chuckle.“Fuck right,” Victor mutters, shaking his head in disbelief.It’s only been four hours since the announcement, yet the news has alrea
The 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
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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