Nadine's POV
I wait eagerly for his response, but he stays silent for some time, his eyes locked on mine as if trying to read my thoughts.
His intense gaze makes me uneasy, but I gather the courage to ask, "What is it?"
He leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips, and finally reveals his proposition. "A contract marriage with me for two years. I'll help you get the revenge you need and settle your mother's medical bill," he says matter-of-factly.
I’m shocked at how much he knows about me. My mother has been ill for quite some time, and my father has shown no concern whatsoever. Despite my father’s indifference, she still loves him unconditionally.
I’ve tried several times to raise money on my own, but every attempt has failed. My mother’s health continues to deteriorate, and I feel helpless.
"How do you know so much about me? We’ve never met before," I blurt out, unable to contain my curiosity.
"I take pleasure in knowing about people who pique my interest," he replies with a stoic expression. "So, what do you say?"
I weigh the costs and benefits of his proposal: a contract marriage for two years, help with my mother’s medical bills, and the chance to get revenge. It seems like I have nothing to lose.
But I need to understand his motives. "What do you stand to gain from all of this?" I ask, wanting clarity before making a decision.
"I want an heir from you," he states bluntly, catching me off guard.
"An heir?" I repeat, shocked by how casually he mentions it.
"Yes, an heir, is that too much to ask, " he says nonchalantly.
I’m left reeling, my thoughts spinning. The idea of settling my mother’s medical bills and getting revenge on Jake and Nathalie is tempting, but at what cost? Could I go through with the idea of having a child with someone I don’t love?
The thought of having a child with someone I feel nothing for seems impossible, but memories of our wild night together flood my mind, and a blush creeps across my cheeks. The way he pays attention to my body, his touch alone making my clit throb and slip with juice, his lips on my nipples.
To say the least, It’s an unforgettable experience, one that will always stay with me. He gives me a knowing look as if he can read my thoughts.
"I believe we can make this arrangement work," he says with a smile that takes my breath away, bringing me out of my lustful thoughts.
He knows he affects me, and his smirk shows it. The tension between us rises, almost unbearable.
I’ve always wanted a child, but not with a total stranger. Going back to my father’s house isn’t an option, and I can’t stand seeing Nathalie and Jake together.
"I’ll do it," I blurt out.
His smirk widens into a satisfied smile. The tension in the room eases slightly, with a building anticipation.
"Excellent. You won’t regret this decision, Nadine," he says with triumph in his voice.
"I hope not," I reply, trying to sound confident, though my voice wavers slightly.
He claps his hands, and a man enters with a folder.
I’m confused. How did he know I’d agree? It seems like he’s already drafted the contract. After all, he’s a billionaire, used to sealing deals, and this is no different.
He hands me the folder. I take it with trembling hands and slowly open it to read through the contract.
The terms are clear: the duration of our marriage, the financial arrangements, and the expectations from both sides.
There’s a promise of a hundred million dollars if everything goes as planned. How rich is this man? I glance at him, assessing. His whole appearance screams wealth, and I’m in awe. It feels too good to be true.
He nods as if he can read my mind. I have nothing to lose. After two years, I’ll be free, and my mother will get the best treatment.
I’ve given up on love, especially after Jake. I need to pay Nathalie back, and I’ve got a man way richer than Jake, even if it’s only temporary.
His intense gaze is still on me, quiet as I think about the decision I just took.
Then he breaks the silence. "Just to clarify, there will be no falling in love. We’ll only act as a loving couple in public, and share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy. Touching is off-limits."
He continues, "We’ll have sex once a month, solely to produce an heir. You won’t interfere in my business, and I won’t interfere in yours. You’ll be my wife in every sense, and you will not be involved with any other man," he finishes, arrogance dripping from his words.
I watch him speak, his arrogance evident. I’m not interested in falling in love with anyone, especially not someone as egotistical as him. I can handle pretending to be a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month, I can live with that, just to satisfy my cravings without any emotional ties.
"Where do I sign?" I ask, knowing I have nothing to lose.
"Here," he says, pointing to the spot and offering me a pen.
So I take the pen and sign without hesitation. This is far from over, because little do I know, this decision will come back to haunt me in the future.
Sinking into the softness of the couch, I gaze at the shimmering ring on my finger. How did my life change so suddenly?I was supposed to be Mrs. Nadine Bennett, but fate had other plans. Now, I’m married to none other than Logan West.He’s undeniably the most powerful man in the city. Though he keeps a low profile, his name alone strikes fear into the hearts of many. No one dares cross him; his presence commands authority and his very stance radiates power.Life with Logan has been a whirlwind of emotions. True to his word, he stays out of my affairs, and I do my best to stay out of his.I’m grateful I took a month off while preparing for my wedding with Jake. Now, I have time to figure out what it means to be Logan’s wife.After signing the contract, a priest came in to marry us, and a stranger signed as our witness. I went to see my mom afterward, and thankfully, her dialysis treatment for chronic kidney disease is going well.The media has been buzzing about Jake’s marriage to Na
She evaluates me with a piercing gaze as if sizing me up to see if I’m fit to be her son’s wife. I shake it off and square my shoulders, take a deep breath, stretch my hand, and say, “It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.”Suddenly, her face brightens into a warm smile, and she pulls me into a hug. I’m startled that she accepts me with open arms.“Logan, are you sure about her being your wife?” she asks, needing to confirm she heard correctly.“Yes, Mother, she is my wife. We’ve been married for quite some time now,” he explains, looking at me with emotions I can't put into words, with Logan one can't be sure he draws me closer and kisses me softly on the lips.It's like my heart stops breathing for a while as I stand there frozen taking in his kiss slowly and steadily like I have been expecting it.Logan’s kiss lingers, leaving me breathless, my heart racing with emotions, I can't put into words. I wonder if he feels this strange pull between us or if it’s just an act for him.“Oh, stop it,
Nadine's POVI pour a drink into my glass, lifting it high. "Cheers to finding Mr. Perfect!" My voice bubbles with excitement, the smile on my face bright enough to make Sydney roll her eyes.She doesn’t approve of my wedding to Jake, which is set for tomorrow."Don’t you think you’re rushing things? He proposed less than six months after you met," she says, her tone cautious.I know she's worried, but she can’t see what I do. “Sydney, I love him. Don’t you understand? When Jake looks at me, it’s like every part of me lights up. I’ve spent my life dreaming of a fairytale, and with him, I’ve finally found it. He’s my prince.”She shakes her head. “Whatever you say. I just hope you’re not making a huge mistake. There’s something off about him. I can’t put my finger on it.”“Oh, Syd,” I sigh, trying to brush off the tension. “You’re just being your usual, practical self.”"Nadine, I'm serious. Something feels... wrong. And you’re moving way too fast.”Her words twist something deep in my
The plan to expose Jake and Nathalie brings a smile to my face. I’ve swapped the original wedding video with the video of their private moment. I discreetly made a video of them yesterday. The guest gasps seeing Jake and Nathalie's intimate scene playing on the screen. I turn around to see everyone's reaction. Jake’s eyes widen in disbelief as he stares at me. He’s speechless, his mouth hanging open. Nathalie, too, looks horrified. "You... you did this?" she asks, in a trembling voice.I smile calmly and whisper, "I did."As I watch everyone’s reactions I feel guilty already for causing the joyous occasion to turn sour.I gather my gown in my hands and run out of the venue. But as I flee, I suddenly stop when I feel a gaze piercing through me. A man stands in the distance, his eyes locked on mine, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His presence is unsettling like he’s seeing right through me."Nadine!" Sydney calls out, snapping me back to reality. I tear my gaze away f
We walk hand in hand out of the venue, and I can’t take my eyes off him. He is devilishly handsome. Everyone stares, in shock. I know it’s because of the Greek god by my side.In my tipsy state, I feel bold, clinging to him like a schoolgirl. "Take all of me tonight, make me feel whole again," I slur."As you wish, my lady," he replies with a grin.My cheeks flush as I lean in and kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He responds eagerly, his lips warm and inviting."You taste divine," I murmur, lost in the moment."You are beautiful," he says softly, his gaze intense. We stroll down the street, his hand in mine. The connection is exciting and comforting. Without a word, we seem to understand each other perfectly as we stop in front of a hotel. It feels like a spell has been cast on me, making me throw caution to the wind.The hotel lobby is grand, with high ceilings, marble floors, and a majestic staircase. Expensive art lines the walls, and the air smells of fresh flowers.I
Logan's POVWhen I wake up, I can’t stop thinking about what happened last night. I reach out for her in bed, hoping to feel her close to me, but she’s not there.I jump out of bed, calling her name, but there’s no response.I walk to the bathroom, but she’s not there either.Back in the room, I spot an envelope and a note on the nightstand."I need time to reflect on what happened last night between us. Please understand that my choice isn’t about you. I left some money to cover my part of the hotel costs. Take care, Nadine."Immediately, I pick up my phone and call one of my men."Good morning, sir.""Good morning, Mark. Find that lady from last night.""Yes, boss."I head to the bathroom and freshen up, then my phone rings again. Mark’s voice comes through the line."Did you find her?" I ask, praying for a positive response."Yes, sir. She’s at the bridge.""Damn it, tell me the location now."I rush out of the hotel, one of the many I own. My chauffeur is already waiting in the ca