Left with nothing after her ex drains her savings, Gloria Williams is desperate... until Eleanor Montclair offers her a million dollars to marry her son, Gabriel, to help him secure his inheritance. The problem? Gabriel has no idea. But when a scandal forces them into a real marriage, Gloria is stuck with a cold, powerful husband who wants nothing to do with her. Gabriel hates her, sees her as a liar and gold digger, and the only way out is to prove she’s more than just part of his mother’s scheme… that she’s someone worthy of his love.
View More(Gabriel) The saltwater clings to my skin as I step out of the ocean, feeling the waves pull away from me with each step forward and i take a deep breath to enjoy the tropical air. Hawaii’s warm breeze is supposed to wash away the anger, frustration, and chaos of my life, but it doesn’t. It doesn’t do a damn thing to numb the knot in my stomach or the rage simmering just beneath the surface of my skin.I make my way to the beach dragging my board behind me, the sound of the ocean drowned out by the rush in my ears. The soft sand shifts under my feet as I approach the edge of the beach, and that’s when I see them.Two women. Tall, tanned, and wearing almost nothing. They’re eyeing me up like I’m their next meal. I don’t blame them, no doubt the waves have done wonders for my physique.The blonde is the first to speak. “Nice ride out there,” she says with flirtation in her voice.I glance over to them disinterestedly. I’m not in the mood for small talk. But then I notice the brunette.
(Gloria)My phone rings and I almost drop it. Eleanor Montclair.Her name stares back at me like it’s been branded on my screen. I freeze, every one of my muscles tightening. Suddenly, the idea of crying over a documentary feels like a warm up for the real horror show to come .Because if there’s one person who’s probably angrier than Gabriel right now, it’s his mother.I imagine her standing in a designer robe, swirling a glass of wine like a villain from a movie, already drafting the legal papers to sue me into poverty. I picture myself back on Elena’s couch begging for space, struggling to afford groceries, and eating cheap ramen in bulk while I try to pay back…The phone buzzes again in my palm demanding an answer.Shit. Okay.I swipe. “Hello?”No greeting and no hesitation.“I’ll pay it back,” I blurt. “Please. Just give me a payment plan or something. I… I know the contract’s over, but I swear I’ll find a way. You don’t have to take me to court or ruin my life or… ”“Gloria,” El
(Gloria)I stare at the door hoping it might swing back open like Gabriel forgot something, maybe his sanity, maybe his heart. Maybe the part of him that didn’t just threaten me like a mafia boss in a three piece suit.But no. It stays shut.And I’m just standing there, jaw slack and completely, spectacularly, ruined.“Welp,” I whisper, blinking. “I think that went well.”A tiny, pitiful laugh bubbles out of me but it dies as fast as it came.I take a step forward, my knees buckle. Okay. That’s fine. That’s totally okay. I’ve been through worse.…Haven’t I?Then I collapse onto the floor in a heap, one arm flopped over my stomach like I’ve just been fatally wounded in battle. Maybe I have. The battle of the heart. The war of love. The massacre of dignity.And then it happens, the sobs.Real ones, loud and messy. Not those pretty movie tears. Nope. This is the kind of crying that makes your face puff up like a marshmallow and your nose run like a broken faucet.I bury my face in my han
(Gabriel)“Well?” I ask, the word coming out as more of a command than a question. My eyes rake over her coldly but inside, a storm is raging. She looks like a mess, unkept, terrified, and I can barely keep it together.I’m fighting every impulse not to grab her and shake the answers out of her, demanding she tell me what the hell is going on. Instead, I stand there stiffly, my fists clenched at my sides trying to control the rage that’s boiling in my veins.Kate had walked into my office earlier, slamming that tablet down in front of me with an expression that said ‘you need to see this’. The documentary was everywhere, the headline hitting me like a slap across the face: Ex-Drug Dealer’s Secret Contract to Marry Montclair CEO. The words felt like they burned into my skin.Gloria, an ex-drug dealer working with her trash of an ex, Ethan. And then the real kicker, a contract from my mother, Eleanor Montclair, to marry me for money. All over the media. I’m still trying to wrap my head
(Gloria) I wake up with a jolt with my phone vibrating against my chest and pressing into me like it’s trying to make sure I’m awake. Groaning, I push it off and onto the couch, the screen lighting up and blinking at me like a warning sign. I rub my eyes, feeling the ache in my head from too much sleep, and I shuffle to the kitchen, craving some water to shake off the grogginess. The cool glass of water hits my lips but it doesn’t stop the gnawing feeling in my gut. I can hear my phone, no, I can feel it vibrating from the other room. Then the beeps start. A flood of notifications, calls. I freeze, water halfway down my throat, and a cold shiver races down my spine. I know what’s happening. I know. It’s over. They’ve done it. Just like they said they would. I’ve been exposed. My heart races as I stare at the water in my hand, as if it could somehow give me the answers I need, some way out. But there isn’t one. It’s too late now. I ignore the phone, my fingers twitching as the n
(Gloria)The next day I’m at home. I’d gone home early the previous day after telling Gabriel I’d take the day off, much to his delight. I guess he was happy to get me to relax a bit.Now, I’m on the couch, wrapped in my blanket mindlessly eating Chinese takeout. The TV’s on but I’m not really watching anything. I’m just sort of… there. My thoughts are too tangled, too all over the place, and I can’t seem to shake off this feeling of being stuck.I’m lost in the emptiness of the moment when the doorbell rings, interrupting the silence. I almost ignore it, who the hell is visiting me? I’m not expecting anyone. But the damn thing rings again, louder this time. So, I roll my eyes and reluctantly pull myself up off the couch.When I open the door, I’m hit with the surprise of a delivery guy standing there holding a big hamper. There’s food, fruit, and… flowers? My first thought is, What the hell?He hands me a card after I sign for it. I glance at it, almost as if I don’t want to know who
(Gloria)I walk through the office doors with my face set in a grim expression. The air feels thicker and heavier today as the weight of everything is dragging me down. My mind’s a mess, and no matter how hard I try to push it away, the blackmail message keeps circling back and I can’t shake it.I’m almost at my desk when I hear footsteps behind me. Gabriel. I can feel his gaze on me before he even speaks.“Gloria,” he says, his voice low and concerned. “I told you to take the day off. Why are you here?”I try to keep my voice steady, but there’s a tightness in my chest. “I feel better. Besides, I’d just be bored at home.”The words come out before I even think about them. But as I look at him, really look at him, I feel the guilt hit me. He’s genuinely worried and I can see it in the way his brow furrows, in the way his eyes search mine like he’s trying to figure out if I’m lying.I swallow hard. “I’m fine.”He doesn’t seem convinced, but he doesn’t press me. Instead, he gives me a s
I come back to my senses with the sharp sting of a slap that feels like I’ve been yanked from a deep, suffocating dream. My head spins, and everything is blurry for a moment. “Elena…” I murmur weakly.Her hand is warm and shaking as she holds my face, the slap was just her frantic attempt to bring me back.“Gloria! What the hell… Gloria! Should I call the hospital?” she asks, her voice rising in panic. “Should I call Gabriel?”I push her hand away weakly, trying to sit up, “No… no hospital,” I mutter, my voice unsteady. “I’m fine. Just… too much.”I try to stand, but my legs betray me and give out beneath me. I stumble forward, barely catching myself against the edge of the coffee table.“Elena, I…”But before I can say more, I crumble, tears welling up in my eyes and spilling over before I can stop them.“Gloria?” Elena asks, confusion in her voice. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”I shake my head, unable to answer. “I’m… I’m just so… overwhelmed.” The sobs shake my whole body, and
(Gloria)“So are we gonna pretend that look he gave you at the door wasn’t straight out of a romance novel or…?”I don’t even bother looking up from my phone. “Elena.”“Oh come on, Gloria.” She throws herself dramatically onto the couch beside me before bouncing back up again, clearly too excited to sit still. “He practically undressed you with his eyes. You guys are so in love.”I grunt. “We’re not in love.”“Sure,” she says, heading into my kitchen. “Just sharing tender hospital hand holding and making googly eyes on the front porch. Totally platonic.”“I was nearly murdered, Elena. That wasn’t a googly eye moment, it was a ‘thank God you’re not dead’ moment.”“Same thing.” She starts opening cabinets. “Do you even have food, or am I making a miracle out of stale cereal and bread?”“Middle shelf. There’s pasta and the sauce you like.”“Ha! Knew I was your favorite.”I roll my eyes, sinking further into the couch, with my blanket tucked around me like protective armor. My ribs still
PROLOGUE (Gloria) I move behind him slowly, making sure he hears the click of my heels before I press my fingers into his tense shoulders to massage them. He’s stiff at first like he always is but he doesn’t shrug me off, so I take that as permission. “You know,” I murmured into his ear, “normal people would be out celebrating right now… not still buried in emails and numbers.” I slide my hands down a little, massaging the stress out of his muscles. “Especially after closing a deal like that.” He doesn’t say anything, but his breathing shifts. I can feel it, and I know he feels me too. “Are you staying here because you’re scared you’ll actually have fun if you leave?” I tease, leaning closer until my lips almost graze his ear. “Or are you just glued to this office chair?” “Gloria,” he says in warning. I walked around to face him, tilting my head as I perched on the edge of his desk in front of him. His eyes move to my legs, then my shirt, just for a second. I undo another butto...
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