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Ever heard of a “wife for hire”? Absurd, right? Well, it was a brand-new concept to me too. As I stared at the billionaire sitting across from me, one thought rang loud and clear in my mind. 'This man has lost it.'

How did I go from interviewing for a cleaner’s position to this? An offer to “marry” a billionaire? The words had barely left his lips before I scoffed, unable to help myself.

“Is this some kind of joke?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him, skepticism dripping from every word.

He tilted his head to the side, his expression oddly calm. His brows lifted slightly as his sharp gaze locked onto mine. “Is something wrong?” he asked, his voice steady yet tinged with what seemed like guilt—or maybe embarrassment. “Did I offend you? If I have…” He trailed off, leaving the room thick with awkward silence.

“No, no, no… it’s not that,” I interrupted quickly, shaking my head. Relief flickered across his face as he exhaled, his lips curving into that warm, disarming smile.

“It’s just…” I sighed, struggling to find the right words. “I didn’t think you were serious. You want me to be your wife? Why?”

“Huh,” he muttered, shifting in his seat, clearly confused.

“I mean, no offense, but… look at you.”

His brows furrowed as he glanced down at himself, then back up at me, his expression silently asking, ‘What’s wrong with me?‘

“You’re tall, handsome, rich,” I continued, gesturing toward him as if to underline my point. “Any woman out there would swarm around you, dying for the chance to be with you. So, why me? Unless there’s more to it. Unless there’s… a motive.”

He blinked, his expression unreadable now, but I pressed on.

“Sure, you have a son, but that alone isn’t convincing. You wouldn’t lie to your son and pretend I’m his mother. And you certainly wouldn’t marry me just because I remind you of your late wife. That would only hurt more, wouldn’t it? Seeing me every day, being reminded of her—and of the fact that she’s gone, and you couldn’t save her.”

The room fell into a heavy silence. He didn’t meet my gaze anymore. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, eyes shutting as though retreating into his thoughts.

Was I right? Was he weighing whether or not to tell me the truth? Or had I gone too far, and now he was upset?

The silence stretched on, thick and suffocating. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my nerves fraying with each passing second. 'Way to go, Amber. Big foul mouth strikes again.'

“You’re right,” he finally said, his voice low and heavy. His gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, as though searching for answers in the plaster. “That’s not the real reason I want to marry you.”

He sat upright, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. My stomach tightened, but for some reason, my treacherous gaze drifted to his lips. 'He has such succulent lips' I thought absently, before quickly snapping myself out of it.

He looked away again, his fingers drumming an irregular rhythm on the desk. I waited, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

“Before she passed, she left me a message,” he finally said, his voice quieter now. “She had just traveled to New York to visit her family. She was on her way back when it happened.”

He stood abruptly and strode to the side of the office. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a small key and used it to unlock the lower one. From inside, he retrieved a phone and walked back, setting it down on the desk in front of me.

Wordlessly, he pushed it toward me. The screen displayed a single voicemail message.

I picked up the phone and pressed play. Her voice filled the room, shaky and urgent. She was trying to tell him something. Something about someone in his family. But then there was a loud screech, her panicked scream, and nothing but silence.

When the message ended, I let out a shaky breath. “I’m so sorry,” I murmured, my voice barely audible. The weight of what I’d just heard pressed down on me like a boulder.

He nodded slowly, his jaw tight. “I think someone in my family was involved in her death,” he said, his voice grim. “I think they killed her.”

His words hit me like a slap. My stomach churned as I tried to process the implications. This wasn’t just about helping him or his son. It was about stepping into the life of a woman whose death may have been orchestrated by someone close to him.

And if they saw me. Someone who looked so much like her, they might think their job hadn’t been successful.They might try again.

The realization chilled me to the bone. This wasn’t just risky, it was practically a death sentence.

Why would I even consider taking on something so dangerous? For a stranger I barely knew?

I could understand revenge. I could even respect it. But risking someone else’s life to achieve it? That was where I drew the line.

“I promise to protect you, Amber.”

His voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, drawing my eyes to his. The way he looked at me, earnest, worried. It made it feel like he’d peeked into my mind and seen the storm of hesitation raging there.

“Trust me,” he continued, his voice firm but pleading. “This time, they won’t touch you. I’ll protect you as best as I can, and I’ll find them.”

I wanted to believe him. I really did. But his promises weren’t enough. Empathy stirred in my chest, yet logic screamed louder.

For crying out loud, I’d come here looking for a job. A real, paying job. Not a death wish wrapped in the guise of being a billionaire’s wife. Not a game of Marco Polo with a murderer who’d be living ‘under the same roof’ as me.

Every instinct I had begged me to pull away, to reject this lunacy and leave as though none of this had ever happened. As though a billionaire hadn’t just offered me a front-row seat to the end of my life.

“Can I… at least think about it?” I finally asked, my voice quieter than I intended. The weight of it all pressed down on me like an avalanche. I pushed the phone back toward him, desperate for a moment of reprieve.

“Sure.” His lips curved into a faint, defeated smile. He reached into the breast pocket of his suit and pulled out a sleek black card. “But you only have three days. If I don’t hear from you by then, I’ll assume you’re not interested, and the offer will be off the table. Deal?”

My eyes flicked down to the platinum business card in his outstretched hand, then back to his face. The way he looked at me was almost enough to make me second-guess my instincts. Almost.

“Deal,” I said finally, plucking the card from his hand.

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  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    006

    While I waited for my coffee to brew, my fingers toyed idly with the black card in my hand. The name “Curtis Black” was printed boldly in gold across the sleek surface. ‘Is that his name?’ I thought, intrigued and slightly mesmerized. He had told me to call him if I ever needed help. But I doubted I ever would or at least, I hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Accepting his help would mean feeling indebted to him, and that was something I couldn’t afford. With my phone in hand, I hesitated, his number already keyed in. My finger hovered over the dial button, and my mind raced. ‘What would I even say?’ Frustration bubbled up as I frowned, finally tossing the phone aside. Instead, I opened my laptop. If I wasn’t ready to call him, I could at least learn more about him. About his family. About the world I’d been asked to step into. A quick search later, the results left me staring at the screen, wide-eyed and speechless. The Black family wasn’t just wealthy, they were powerful.

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-01-02
  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    007

    Curtis I sat behind my desk, my fingers drumming rhythmically against the polished wood, a folder clutched in my right hand. My brows furrowed as I stared at it, its edges worn from my grip. It contained everything there was to know about Amber. A detailed report compiled by my private investigator. The folder sat heavy in my hand, not because of its weight, but because of what it meant. The possibility of uncovering something I wasn’t ready to face. I tossed it onto the table with a frustrated sigh, its contents still untouched. I didn’t want to look at it. I feared what I might find. A criminal record, a shady past, or anything that could make her unfit for this deal. But maybe it wasn’t just that. “What the hell am I doing?” I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair as I leaned back in my chair. The room seemed unnaturally quiet, the ticking of the clock the only sound breaking the silence. Perhaps it wasn’t Amber I was truly worried about. Perhaps

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-01-03
  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    008

    Amber I turned on the faucet, letting the water cascade over me as I stood under the shower. The warm droplets slid down my back, mingling with the soapy foam before disappearing down the drain. I rinsed out the shampoo from my hair, but even after I was done, I didn’t move. I just stood there, letting the steady stream rain down on me. My head was pounding, thoughts racing uncontrollably. I had just received an eviction notice. Not handed to me in person by the landlord, but left at my door, waiting like an unwelcome guest when I got home. [You have two days to pay your rent or vacate the premises. Failure to comply will result in immediate action.] “What do I do?” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water. Even though I’d agreed to Curtis’s offer to become his wife, I was anxious for the contract to be finalized. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a gold digger but I was desperate for a roof over my head. Belle would happily let me crash at her place, but

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-01-04
  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    009

    The journey was silent, the air thick with unspoken thoughts. Curtis sat beside me, eyes shut, his expression unreadable, as if lost in contemplation. Outside, the world blurred—houses, trees, and cars speeding past but my mind was consumed by a single fear. Rejection. What if his family didn’t accept me? What if I never became one of them? My phone buzzed again, a soft chime breaking the quiet. Another message from Belle. For the past few minutes, my screen had been lighting up with her texts, wishing me well and anxiously asking if I’d arrived at the mansion yet. “Are you okay?” Curtis’s voice drew me back. I turned to find his eyes locked on mine. Steady, warm, and strangely disarming. “I’m… just nervous,” I admitted. “Nervous?” His tone wasn’t dismissive, only curious, the kind of curiosity that felt like genuine concern. “Your family,” I confessed, my voice quieter now. “What if they don’t accept me? What if they hate me because they think I’m your wife who abandoned he

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-01-08
  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    010

    “Mum, are you okay?” Curtis asked, his voice laced with concern as he steadied his mother. His hands gripped her shoulders gently, but his gaze betrayed a deeper worry. “I’m fine,” she replied, her voice wavering slightly. But Curtis didn’t seem convinced. His hands lingered, his worry evident in the way he watched her. I could see the guilt flicker in his eyes. He loved his mother deeply, and for a fleeting moment, I could sense he regretted this…bringing me here, reopening old wounds that had never truly healed. Yet he knew it had to be done. He had to uncover the truth about his wife’s death, no matter the cost. Her eyes never left me. They were wide and brimming with tears, her disbelief mingling with hope as she stepped away from Curtis. Slowly, she approached me, her arms spreading wide. Before I could process what was happening, she pulled me into an embrace. Her warmth surrounded me, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe.

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-01-09
  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    011

    Curtis My eyes drifted to the briefcase on the floor, still settled where it had fallen. Slowly, my gaze rose, following the same trajectory, until it locked onto him, my brother. But his attention wasn’t on me. His eyes were fixed elsewhere, locked in disbelief on someone behind me. Following his line of sight, I saw the object of his horror, Amber. I turned my head back to him, watching carefully, waiting for any flicker, any sign that might betray him. Was this the moment he’d give himself away? Then he snapped back to me, his face breaking into an easy smile. The sudden shift was jarring, almost too perfect. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between us and pulled me into a firm embrace. “Big brother,” he greeted warmly, his voice smooth and disarming. My hands hesitated before patting his back, the faint scent of his cologne swirling around me, strong and deliberate, like everything he did. When he finally pulled away, I slid my hands into my pockets, my eyes n

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-01-22
  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    012

    Amber’s povAfter lunch, I helped clear the table, despite Annie’s protests. She insisted it wasn’t necessary, but I needed to make a good impression. After all, she was my mother-in-law. A room had already been prepared for me. Curtis had made it clear that we would be staying in separate rooms, explaining to his mother that I needed time to recover and adjust. She accepted his reasoning without question. Climbing the stairs was a struggle. My legs felt heavy, each step threatening to give way beneath me. I needed a break, probably a bath and some much-needed rest. “I asked the maid to run you a cold bath,” Annie informed me as we reached the landing. “You need it to cool off and—” she hesitated, glancing at my outfit before continuing, “—perhaps change into something more comfortable.” She tried to mask her disappointment, but I caught it. I didn’t react. As I stepped into my assigned room, I found a group of maids waiting. They stood in matching uniforms, arms laden with

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-18
  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    013

    The Cashier's smug expression crumbled, all colour draining from her face as Alice's words hung in the air like a death sentence. The salesgirls who had gathered earlier slowly backed away, relief washing over their faces before being replaced by pity as they glanced at the Cashier. The guards who had tried grabbing me earlier immediately scurried off. “What a joke!” Astrid scoffed, her fingers clenched into fists at her side. “She's nothing! You really expect me to believe she's your boss?” Her voice quivered, betraying her fear. Alice didn't even spare her a glance. She fixed her cold stare on the Cashier. “I assume you have a manager,” she said calmly. “Fetch them. Now.” “Y-yes, ma'am,” The Cashier croaked, blinking back tears as she scrambled to obey, nearly tripping over herself as she rushed to the back office. Alice turned to me with an apologetic smile, “I apologize for not being by your side and allowing this to happen. I'll accept—” “It's fine. I walked off on

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  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    062

    Lilith let out a chuckle. “You should’ve seen your face,” she said, her laughing fading into a smile. “Why were you just standing there alone?”I exhaled slowly, relieved she didn’t catch me eavesdropping on Genevieve, not that it mattered. Then again, I couldn't trust anyone in this house but Curtis. My lips parted to speak, but I stopped, realizing the opportunity before me. Letting out a tired sigh, I pressed a hand to my head, and said, “I was on my way to the kitchen, but then…” I paused, shaking my head slightly. “I’m not sure, but I think I remembered something from my past… I-I might be getting my memories back.”This was easier and more natural than a full-blown family conference. Now that she knew, it was only a matter of time before everyone else did. Her hands flew to her mouth, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Really? Your memories are back?” She sniffled before rushing forward, pulling me into a tight hug. As though she'd touched hot iron, she immediately pulled away

  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    061

    Silence hung in the air, thick, suffocating, and I could almost touch the tension in the air. His eyes scanned the room, stopping when they landed on me. Relief flashed through his eyes, but there was something else that made me feel as though he could see through my facade, and I instantly broke eye contact.Genevieve shot up from her seat, her chair scraping harshly against the floor. The silverware rattled as she slammed her hands against the table. “What the hell are you doing here?” Her voice was sharp, dripping with fury.“Is that any way to greet family?” He took a step inside, completely at ease, like there weren't daggers coming at him from every direction.”Genevieve let out a scoff, before turning to Annie. “Is this what you wanted to tell us about? Annie didn't respond, quietly eating her food, as though she was oblivious to all that was happening around her, but the way she aggressively sliced the lamb told a different story.The lack of reaction seemed to fuel Genevieve’

  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    060

    CLINT The knock on my office door was soft and hesitant. I didn’t look up from my screen. “What?” Sophie stepped inside, carefully shutting the door behind her. “Sir, I…” She said, her voice trembling. I glanced up, a frown on my face. She was standing stiffly, hands clasped in front of her. The usual bright energy she emanated was replaced by wariness, like she was afraid of me. That irritated me. “Spit it out!,” I ordered, Her trembling moved from just her fingers to her entire body. “What is this? Are you trying to seduce me, because you are simply wasting both our time,” I drawled, leaning back in my seat as my eyes roamed her body. She shook her head furiously, pinching her arm to stay calm. “I’m not!” Her voice was firm, anger flashing through her eyes. “Then what did you come here for and watch your tone.”

  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    059

    CURTIS Aidbe was the kind of restaurant where only the right people got in. No reservations, no waiting lists. If you had to ask how to get a table, you weren’t important enough. It thrived on exclusivity, where privacy was a given and silence was the real price of entry. Aiden sat across from me, pouring himself the fourth glass of wine like it was his first time tasting it. His ever-present smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and his hood was up, shadowing his face. I guess his aesthetic for December was mysterious and brooding. No matter how much I thought about it, probably once, it was childish. He looked every bit like a man who didn’t take anything seriously, except money. And that was exactly what he was. This was the very reason we could be nothing more than business partners. I set my glass down. “I need things to get worse for Cole.”

  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    058

    AMBER Could I have misheard him? I wondered as I headed for my room, exhaustion setting deep in my bones. Each step felt heavier than the last, and all I wanted was to collapse onto my bed. A sigh left my lips as I pushed open the door. My eyes flickered around the room, my mood dampening when I didn't see Curtis anywhere. Whatever! He was the reason I went through so much in one night. I kicked off my shoes before neatly arranging them on the shoe rack and plopping down on the bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. I wondered if I overreacted with Cole. Nah, he deserved more than that. Curtis wouldn't go ballistic if he didn't do anything serious to me—he didn't care that much. The thought of what Cole might have done made me shudder, but thinking about it wouldn't make me remember. I didn't want to recall it either, so I shoved it to the back of my mind. Immediately, Lilith popped up in my mind. Something about how casual, yet specific her questions were unsettled me, but there

  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    057

    LILITH Marcella's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp as she asked. “Why are you asking?” I blinked, faking innocence. “I just said I was trying to reach you. It was the first time I'd been unable to reach you so I was concerned.” I said, my voice low and soft as though her words hurt me. Guilt flashed across her eyes. She sighed before saying, “I was…” she paused, probably wondering whether to tell me the truth or lie. “I was just asleep, and turned my phone off.” Her eyes didn't leave mine, watching to see my reaction. My heart sank to my stomach as I realized she wasn't who I thought she was, but I still chose to hold on to the hope that there was some misunderstanding. Maybe she just didn't want me to worry about it. Why do you keep letting them take you for an idiot, Lilith? The voice in my head asked, but I blocked it out. Marcella wouldn't betray me. She lied, but… there was a reason. She was the only good thing marrying into Cole's family brought me. Everyone else

  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    056

    I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “You didn't answer my question…” I hesitated before asking. “You said I'm the last to know… I don't understand. What don't I know?” He didn't answer and just stared at me, a knowing grin on his face. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, he raised a finger, slowly wagging it in front of my face before reaching into his jacket. His eyes met mine before he brought out a black envelope and placed it on the table between us. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” I hesitated before reaching for it, my fingers trembling as I opened the envelope and saw three photos inside. “What is this?” I asked, my voice filled with trepidation. “It's right in front of you so check it out yourself,” He shrugged as he picked up the cutleries. My eyes fell back on the envelope and I exhaled slowly before pulling out one. My brows furrowed together in confusion as I stared at the picture. Rolling my eyes, I raised it, “So? It's just Cole and Amber in a restaurant.” And h

  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    055

    Marcella was the only woman he cared about. The man he used to be was nothing but a facade he wore to lure me in. The water cascaded down my body, blending with the tears that refused to stop. It was warm, yet it did nothing to dull the pain clawing at my heart. I slid down the wall of the shower, my sob louder. Before we got married, he loved me… I thought he did. He showered me with affection and attention until he won my heart and we got married. I thought it was a ‘He fell first, but she fell harder’ situation, but it didn't take too long for me to find out he never loved me.The way he looked at Marcella during the family gatherings. It was subtle but I noticed it because it was the same way he looked at me before we got married. Eventually, he confessed he only married me because I had her eyes.I scoffed as I recalled how he had said it like there was nothing wrong with it… like he hadn't toyed with and caged my heart all because he thought my eyes were like hers. If that was

  • Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal    054

    LILITHHe wasn't answering his calls. I paced around the living room, contemplating calling the cops to report him missing or let his family know I couldn't find him. But if I did and it turned out he was fine, he wouldn't take it lightly. He wouldn't see it as me worrying about him, but being a weak woman that was desperate for attention.He wasn't entirely wrong. I was desperate for his attention.I already sent the kids to the family house so they wouldn't have to see me panicking, and have another reason to complain about their father. It hurt me to see their tender hearts hold such anger towards him despite how much he doted on them.Exhausted from waiting all night, I sank into the couch, my body giving in the moment my head hit the backrest. I wasn’t sure how long I slept, but the sound of tires crunching over gravel jolted me awake.My heart leaped.I shot up from the couch, racing to the door. “Cole. You’re back,” I breathed, relief flooding through me, until he walked throug

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