Underpaid. Overworked. Cheated on. Pregnant from a one night stand. And about to lose the only family she ever had. Life seriously couldn’t get any lower for Izzy. Until her billionaire baby daddy waltzes back into her life to offer her a contract marriage. Coincidence or nah? It wouldn’t matter anyway. Left with no choice at the lowest of lows, Izzy agrees to marry Roshan Armento. Roshan tries to stay distant from his contract wife but when the threat of his psychopathic step brother looms over their lives and marriage, he has to abandon all restrictions and get closer to her. However, the one thing they did not expect was to fall in love with each other. Secrets upon secrets begin to unravel. And why have enemies when you have family? Will their fake marriage survive the blaze? And will their love come out unscathed?
Lihat lebih banyakROSHAN There she was, standing right in front of me, just as I expected.Her eyes bored into mine, like I held the key to her survival. She was the perfect candidate for this—educated, well-mannered—though we’d had a rough night.I studied her closely, feeling Jordan’s gaze on me.Why was he even here?He cleared his throat, breaking the silence.“Come in,” he said, acting all welcoming, like he owned the study.“And you are?” Isabella asked, her gaze shifting from me to him.Her attitude—so imposing, yet sharp, intellectual.“Have a seat,” I said, finally breaking the silence.She hesitated but then sat down, her posture rigid.“I’m Jordan. His right-hand man,” Jordan introduced himself, still recovering from the shock of her presence.“Nice to meet you too,” she replied, a smirk spreading across her face.“Now, straight to business,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “This is the contract. Read through it carefully and sign where due. Your payment is outlined, along with other guidin
IZZYStepping out of the ICU, I found Mr. Khan waiting outside. I informed him that I was leaving before walking away.I hailed a taxi to the café where Roshan had proposed the contract marriage.I know you must be wondering why, but I have no other choice. I can’t let my aunt die—she’s all I have.The drive to the café was a blur. When the car finally came to a stop, I paid the chauffeur and hurried inside to retrieve Roshan’s business card, which I had left behind.When I reached the table where we had sat, it was empty. The waiters must have taken the card when they cleared the table. I approached one of them and asked about it. He directed me to the manager, who had taken possession of the card.“Good day, I was directed to you by one of the waiters regarding a business card that was found on table four earlier today,” I said to the manager.“Oh yes, you can have it,” he replied, extending the card to me.I took the card from his hands with a grateful smile.Taking a few steps awa
IZZYI sat still, his gaze locked onto mine—like he could hear my thoughts.“I see the shock on your face—it’s impossible to hide,” he said, reclining into his chair.Of course.I’m stunned. The father of my unborn child is proposing marriage.“If I may ask, why do you need to marry me?” I probed, my fingers making air quotes.He smirked, his gaze still locked onto mine as he responded. “I need a wife, and you need money for your Aunt Willow’s treatment.”How did he know that?My stomach dropped. He isn’t just offering me marriage—he’s using my desperation as leverage.“Don’t beat yourself up. I did my research,” he deadpanned. “I need a wife, and you need money.”“You expect me to marry you just because I’m desperate?” I gritted my teeth.Roshan exhaled, his fingers tapping against the smooth, polished tabletop. “I expect you to agree to this because it benefits us both. We sign a contract, stay married for a year, and then go our separate ways.”A contract marriage?Oh boy, could my
IZZY. I stared at my bank account balance. My gut churned. The figures were a cold, unforgiving red. I was so broke, it wasn’t even funny. Two days. It had been two days since the nursing home informed me that I needed to pay fifty thousand dollars for Winnie's surgery.And I was no further along on finding a solution than I was that night.Instead, I was underpaid. Overworked. Cheated on. Pregnant. And now, I was going to lose the one person I had in my life. Could things get any worse? Literally on cue, Hannah's sharp heels clicked on the office floor, each stomp getting louder. I sighed. Here we go.Hannah was beside my desk, arms crossed, lips pursed into that classic smirk. "Did you finish the projections report?"Shit.I shut my eyes for a brief moment. I had completely forgotten.I sighed and looked up. "I— I haven't had a chance to do it yet. I've been juggling a lot—“"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Hannah interrupted, rolling her eyes. "Just do it. I've been waiting, and y
ROSHAN. I was in a foul mood.The kind that made people scramble out of my way as I stalked into the towering headquarters of Armen Corps.I was already on edge after losing two hundred thousand dollars because some incompetent manager at one of the branches had screwed up an important deal. Now, my entire day was ruined, and I was itching to tear into someone. As I strode through the marble-floored lobby, Jordan fell into step beside me, effortlessly matching my pace. My Chief Operating Officer. My right-hand man and, arguably, the only person in the company who could speak to me without watching his words. “You’re late,” Jordan said, glancing at his Rolex. I grunted. “Bad morning.” “I figured,” Jordan replied dryly. “Your face looks like you’re about to kill someone.” I didn’t bother denying it. Jordan exhaled. “You might want to reel it in. The board wants to see you.” My scowl deepened. “What now?” “They didn’t say,” Jordan shrugged, adjusting his suit cuffs. “But
IZZY. I was sitting by my window, the pale light of my laptop screen casting a glow on my face as I worked, attempting to concentrate on work. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not shrug off the agitation building under my skin.It had been two weeks.Two weeks since that night at the function.Two weeks ago I’d spent the night with him.Blue Eyes.That’s what I’d taken to calling him in my head since I didn’t know his name. The one who'd made me forget everything—Seb, work, frustration, exhaustion—for one night. And yet, rather than disappear like a fleeting memory, he lingered. His blue eyes, his low voice, the way he made me feel… desired. Euphoric. I sighed, staring at the half-completed report on my screen, fingers poised above the keyboard.A resounding knock on the door snapped me out of my daydreams.And then—"Izzy, come on. Just talk to me."My dreamy smile disappeared.Seb.For fuck's sake, couldn't he get a bloody hint?The next morning after I’d caught him cheati
IZZY.I entered the lavish event room, my own breath holding for a moment at the utter elegance of it. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a golden glow that was reflected off the highly polished marble floors. Waiters in starched white uniforms glided easily between groups of well-dressed people, presenting glasses of champagne and hors d'oeuvres on silver trays. The room was filled with the sound of polite chatter and soft classical music.I discreetly rubbed my damp palms on the material of my chic black dress. Richard and Hannah were now officially on my hit list. As if forcing me to come on little more than a moment's notice hadn't been enough, I’d only just found out an hour ago that I was also expected to give a speech.A fucking speech. A speech I was completely unprepared for.My stomach churned with nervousness. I felt like throwing up. I sighed in frustration and snatched a glass of wine from a nearby waiter and took a gulp, then another, then another. If
IZZY. I glanced at my watch and growled a curse. 8:57 AM. I was running late. Again.As the taxi came skidding to a stop in front of Winston & Co Firms, where I worked as a junior marketing associate, I quickly pushed crumpled bills into the driver's hand."Keep the change," I muttered, shoving the door open with my shoulder as I cradled a pile of files in my arms. The driver hardly grunted in response as he sped off.I clutched the files tightly and made a dash for the revolving doors, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. Once inside, I made a beeline for the closest elevator—one that was just closing.My heart racing, I yelled, "Wait! Hold the elevator!”Its lone passenger, a suit-clad man who was tall, looked my way over his phone. For a millisecond, I believed he would hit the button. Instead, his eyes darted back to his screen and the doors closed.I breathed harshly, fighting down a curse. Jerk.Muttering to myself, I turned and sprinted to a different elevator
IZZY. I glanced at my watch and growled a curse. 8:57 AM. I was running late. Again.As the taxi came skidding to a stop in front of Winston & Co Firms, where I worked as a junior marketing associate, I quickly pushed crumpled bills into the driver's hand."Keep the change," I muttered, shoving the door open with my shoulder as I cradled a pile of files in my arms. The driver hardly grunted in response as he sped off.I clutched the files tightly and made a dash for the revolving doors, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. Once inside, I made a beeline for the closest elevator—one that was just closing.My heart racing, I yelled, "Wait! Hold the elevator!”Its lone passenger, a suit-clad man who was tall, looked my way over his phone. For a millisecond, I believed he would hit the button. Instead, his eyes darted back to his screen and the doors closed.I breathed harshly, fighting down a curse. Jerk.Muttering to myself, I turned and sprinted to a different elevator...
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