“Be my woman and warm my bed,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “Don’t worry; to everyone else, you’ll be my wife. It’s only for eighteen months, as stated in the contract.” He leaned back, his gaze unwavering. “And you have to follow the rules.” I glanced at the contract I was clutching. The terms were suffocating: don’t get pregnant, always remind me to use protection, go out only with my permission—even visits to your sick mom—and you can’t deny me intimacy whenever I want. What the hell?! “Do I look that cheap to you?” I shot back, fury boiling inside me as I ripped the paper in half. “I’d rather die than accept your ridiculous proposal.” “Well… I always get what I want. And what I want is you.” he said, his voice dripping with a sinister undertone, sending a shiver down my spine. But I stood my ground. “Never,” I declared before storming out of the room. ****** Desperate to save her critically ill mother, Sophie accepts billonaire Julian shocking offer: to be his fake wife and sex toy, in exchange to cater for her needs, including paying her mother's hospital bills. But what will happen to Sophie when Julian's ex-fiancee suddenly showed up and said he wants Julian back? And what will happen to Sophie when she finds out she got pregnant against the contract? And will she be able to forgive Julian's deadly past when she found out the secrets that lie behind the billonaire's mask? #1
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Chapter 1 Sophie's POV "What did you just say?" I asked, unable to believe what I had just heard. "My apologies, Sophie," my manager replied, his expression sympathetic. "The company is facing a serious financial crisis, and we've been forced to make some tough decisions. Unfortunately, that includes letting go of our part-time staff." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. "You're firing me?" I clarified, trying to process the news. He nodded. "I'm afraid so. Your last paycheck will be mailed to you within the next two weeks." Stunned, I gathered my belongings and left the office, wondering how I would break the news to Mom with her health. As I walked out into the crisp afternoon air, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from Isabella, my best friend: "When are you getting off work? Let's meet and celebrate your birthday. Don't tell me you are planning on celebrating it with that jerk." I stared blanking at the text. Birthday? I had completely forgotten. Today was my birthday. "Wow, I was fired on my birthday." I muttered, fighting the tears. I decided against replying and decided to head to my boyfriend's house. I brought out a small mirror from my bag and looked at my reflection. 'Perfect,' I said. I must not look like my problem. I hailed a taxi. As i sat in the taxi, memories of Dad flooded my mind. He had left for work on a typical day last year, never to return. The news of his death had been devastating. I remembered the police knocking on our door. Their sombre faces a harbinger of tragedy. The unrecognizable body in the mortuary, Mom's tears, and my own world crumbling. Now, with this job loss, I felt lost again. How would I provide for Mom? Mom's health had been declining since Dad's passing, but she refused to go to the hospital. I had gotten to my destination already, and I paid the taxi man his money and stepped out of the car. I walked into the building, where Alex stayed. I had been the one always covering Alex's rent since he was unemployed. I had paid for the year, but it would expire soon. I entered the apartment, expecting comfort and solace from my boyfriend. Instead, I was met with moans echoing from the bedroom. My legs froze right there, but I managed to walk in, my mind racing. As I pushed open the bedroom door, my worst fears were confirmed. Alex was in bed with another woman, the woman on top "Alex!" I exclaimed, shock and betrayal etched on my face. They both look towards me, and they both froze, and I was more shocked, an older woman! Alex makes a quick move, pushing the woman away, but he suddenly turned back when he heard her scream while touching her stomach. "Are you okay?" he asked, looking at her stomach. She nodded, pouting her mouth, and he quickly reached for his trousers on the floor and began fitting into them. But I had already dashed out of his house with tears dripping off my cheeks. "Sophie, wait," he called, chasing after me, but I ignored and kept walking, increasing my pace. My phone suddenly rang, but i didn't even check who the caller was and just switched off my phone. Alex soon caught up with me. His hand gripped my left hand. "Wait, please..." he said, but I caught him short with a slap on his cheek with my other right hand. "How dare you?" I asked as more tears streamed down my cheeks. "Sophie, I can explain..." he began. "Explain what?" I spat, anger boiling over. "How you're cheating on me? On my birthday?" Alex's eyes pleaded for understanding, but I was unforgiving. "Sophie, I..." he began, but I cut him off. "Don't even try. You're disgusting. And with an older woman? Who is she?" Alex's grip on my hand tightened. "Please, Sophie. Just listen." I jerked my hand free. "No. I've heard enough. You've been lying to me, using me for my money." The truth stung. I had supported him financially, and this was how he repaid me? "Is she pregnant?" I demanded, my voice rising. Alex's hesitation confirmed my worst fears. "Is she?" I screamed. He nodded, looking guilty. I slapped him again, tears blinding me. "You're disgusting. I never want to see you again." "You are, too!" He suddenly said, making me shocked. "What!" I exclaimed, still shocked. "Yes, Sophie...Are you the first woman to support a man? We've been dating for three years now, but I have never enjoyed any sex moments with you, you don't satisfy me!' "Alex..." I called in a shaky voice. My heart drenched, even more as his words hit me. "And what are you doing here? Are you not supposed to be at work?" "I was sacked." I said, wiping the tears which is falling uncontrollably. "See...you were even sacked." He said, laughing. "Is this really my Alex, my Alex who told me my tears were his weakness". I thought. "And which money are you bragging about, from the little you give me? And you are even poor now. Do you know how much that woman gives me? She owns a big restaurant. We are moving into our own house soon. I have been thinking of how to break up with you, but i think I don't need to anymore..." Alex was cut short by the old woman. "Honey..." The woman called rubbing her stomach. "Are you not done?" "I am done, baby." He said, giving her a charming smile. "I think you need to go now." He turned to me and said. I turned and ran, feeling embarrassed. I soon stopped running and just kept walking, my phone remained silent, still switched off. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Eventually, I found myself at a park, sitting on a bench, crying uncontrollably. How could Alex do this to me? How didn't I suspect anything? As the sun began to set, I realized I had to face reality. I was jobless, heartbroken, and alone. I switched on my phone and checked the time. 4:45 pm. I saw countless missed calls from Isabella. I guess she would have been worried since I didn't reply to her text. I dialed Isabella's number, and she picked at the first ring. "Hey, Sophie! Oh my God, I've been trying to reach you. Where have you been?" Isabella's voice was laced with concern. "I'm so sorry, Izzy. I had a rough day. Got fired and... and Alex cheated on me." Isabella gasped. "Oh no, Sophie! I always know that man is a jerk, I'm so sorry. But listen, I have some bad news too." My heart sank. "What is it?" "It's your mom. She fainted and was rushed to the hospital." My world crumbled. "What? Which hospital?" I demanded, already standing up. "St. Michael's, I heard she...." I didn't hear the rest. I was already running out of the park, my heart racing. Why is everything bad happening to me today? Why today? Why? I kept asking in my mind as I hailed a taxi.Dear Amazing Readers, Wow. What a journey this has been! From the very first chapter to this final moment, you have been with me, turning every page, feeling every emotion, and living through every twist and turn alongside Sophie and Julian. Writing this story has been an incredible experience, but what made it truly special was you—the readers who believed in it, supported it, and followed it through to the very end. Your love, your comments, your gems, your excitement, and even your theories kept me going. I am beyond grateful for each and every one of you. Your time, your emotions, and your dedication mean the world to me. Whether this story made you smile, cry, gasp, or swoon, I hope it left an imprint on your heart, just as you have left one on mine. This isn’t just my story—it’s our story. And though we’ve reached the end of this chapter, remember, every ending is just the beginning of something new(like my next book; please check it out🙃) Thank you for being a part of this
SIX YEARS LATER Sophie’s POV "Good morning, beauty." A deep, familiar voice broke through my peaceful sleep, and I felt a warm presence near me. Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open, adjusting to the morning light streaming through the curtains. Julian stood beside the bed, a soft smile on his lips, holding a tray of breakfast in his hands. "Good morning, honey," I murmured, stretching lazily before sitting up. A wave of warmth filled me at the sight before me—a plate of golden-brown toast, a perfectly fried egg, and a steaming cup of tea. My stomach grumbled in approval, making me smile. Julian placed the tray gently on the bed and sat on the edge, watching me. "I made breakfast for you," I glanced at him, my heart swelling with love. "Thank you, honey." His smile widened, and without warning, he leaned in, tilting his head to kiss me. I quickly turned my face away, causing him to freeze mid-motion. "Huh?" He blinked. I chuckled, pressing my lips together. "I haven’t brushed my
Chapter 118 Sophie’s POV It had been three hell long days since Julian fell into a coma. His face, once so vibrant and full of life, was now pale and drawn, the oxygen tubes were gone but there was still IV drips connected to his hand. His lips were slightly parted, and his chest rose and fell weakly beneath the hospital gown, but there was no other sign of movement. I sat beside him, my fingers laced through his, unable to look away from his still form. I tightened my grip on his hand, my voice barely above a whisper. "Julian, can you hear me?" No response. My throat tightened as I swallowed hard, forcing back another wave of despair. I wished for even the faintest sign of acknowledgement. I missed him—his laughter, his warmth, his voice, everything that made him who he was. "Do you remember when you first told me you loved me?" I continued, my voice trembling. "You said it so casually, as if you had always known. And I was so scared… scared that if I believed it, I’d los
Chapter 117 Sophie’s POV The ambulance doors slammed shut, and we sped through the city, sirens wailing. My hands trembled as I clutched Julian’s, his skin cold and clammy. His face was too pale, his lips slightly parted as he struggled for breath. "Stay with me, Julian," I pleaded, my voice shaking. "Please, don’t close your eyes." He tried to smile, but it was weak. His eyelids fluttered, his body barely holding on. "No, no, no," I sobbed, pressing my forehead against his. "You promised me. You said you wouldn’t leave me. You can’t break your promise now." The paramedics worked frantically, pressing gauze against his wound, checking his vitals. "He's losing too much blood," one of them muttered. "Do something!" I screamed. "We're doing everything we can," another paramedic said, trying to keep me calm. I swallowed back my panic and looked at Julian again. His chest rose and fell weakly, each breath looking more labored than the last. "I love you, Sophie," he whi
Chapter 116 Sophie’s POV The sound of the gunshot echoed in my ears, deafening. My body tensed, my breath hitched, and for a moment, I swore my heart had stopped. But there was no pain. I wasn’t hit! Slowly, I opened my eyes, my body trembling, my breath ragged. My heart pounded so loudly it nearly drowned out everything else. Celine—or rather, Victoria—was standing there, her face twisted in rage. But her grip on the gun had faltered, her hands shaking slightly. Then I noticed—someone had tackled her from the side. The gun had fired, but not at me. My breath came in short, uneven bursts as my eyes fell on the person who had tackled her. Julian. He was there, gripping Victoria’s wrist, twisting it painfully as she shrieked in frustration. The gun clattered to the floor, skidding across the rooftop. Victoria struggled wildly, her breath ragged with anger. "Let me go, you bastard!" she spat. "Not this time." Julian’s grip tightened as he shoved her backward, pinning her agains
Chapter 115 Sophie’s POV "How do I look?" I asked, turning to Julian while smoothing down the fabric of my red off-shoulder gown. The silky material hugged my curves perfectly, flowing elegantly to my feet. Julian’s gaze softened as he stepped closer, his lips curving into a fond smile. "You look as stunning as always," he murmured, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His touch was gentle, affectionate, and when he leaned down to press a kiss on my forehead, warmth spread through me. Then, he kissed me lightly on the lips, making my heart skip a beat. "Thank you, hubby," I whispered, "You made this happen. You made everything happen. If someone had told me a year ago when I got here that everything would turn out like this, I would have asked them to shut up." Julian chuckled, his fingers tilting my chin up so I could meet his gaze. "Why?" he asked. I sighed, shaking my head at how absurd it all seemed now. "Because I never thought I would fall in love with yo
Chapter 114 Victoria's POV "Here." Zayn said as he zipped up my gown. His eyes gleamed, but I knew that smile wasn’t for me—it was for the mission ahead. Today was finally Sophie’s birthday party. The moment I had been waiting for. "Wow, you look so stunning. I really don’t regret ever choosing you as my pet." Pet. That word still made my skin crawl, but I swallowed my disgust. Was that even something to be proud of? Owning another human being like a possession? "Thank you," I muttered, careful to keep my voice low. I had learned the hard way that any hesitation, any sign of defiance, would earn me his wrath. The past days had been hell—Zayn had beaten me senseless over the smallest mistakes, as if he took pleasure in watching me suffer. He demanded obedience, but it was fucking hard for me to suppress my pride. I had never learnt to bow to people not even my parents. "Good girl." His voice dripped with condescension. "Go check yourself in the mirror while I get dressed.
Chapter 113 Victoria's POV "Come here." Zayn said immediately Caleb left. His voice was firm, commanding. His dark eyes bore into mine, sending shivers down my spine. I stood frozen, my fists clenched at my sides, resisting the urge to comply. "Why should I?" I snapped, rolling my eyes, my lips curling in defiance. Before I could even process what happened next, a sharp, stinging pain exploded across my cheek. The force of his slap sent my head snapping to the side, my vision blurring for a moment, my skin burned like fire. When had he gotten to where I was standing? I gasped, my hand instinctively flying up to touch my swollen cheek. My eyes widened in shock—how dare he? Zayn smirked, his expression oozing with arrogance and cruelty. "Just because you're going to help us now doesn't mean you get to ignore me." He tilted his head, stepping closer, his presence suffocating. "You're still my pet—now, after the mission, and forever." His words made my stomach churn. My heart pound
Chapter 112 Victoria’s POV When I woke again, my head was pounding like a jackhammer. Damn. My eyelids felt heavy, and my body ached like I had been run over by a truck. What the hell happened? I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the dimly lit room. My stomach twisted as I realized—I was back. Back in this hellhole. I shot up quickly, my breathing ragged, my hands instinctively reaching for my wrists. Thank goodness, I wasn’t tied this time. But that relief was short-lived because the reality of my situation came crashing down again. Caleb. That traitor. I still couldn't wrap my head around it. Caleb was working for Zayn. My stomach churned at the thought. How the hell had they even met? I ran a shaky hand through my hair, trying to gather my thoughts. I had escaped. I had almost tasted freedom. And now? Now, I was trapped again. Shit. Then, I heard it—the faint murmur of voices outside the door. My pulse quickened. I pushed myself off the bed, ignoring the weakness in
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