Emily Carter has always strives t protect the little she has. With her corrupt uncle taking away her family and her younger brother battling a life threatening sickness, she's running out of options. A chance encounter with a handsome billionaire, Grayson Knight offers her a desperate solution that comes with a price. He needs a wife to help him save his reputation and she needs money for her brother's health. It sounds like a win win. But beneath their union, there are tangled lies, a web of secrets revenge and unexpected feelings that none of them is prepared for.
View More/-Emily-/Night had rolled by, and we were both in his penthouse. Thankfully, there were no paparazzi when I arrived.“Read through the contract and sign here.” He pointed to where I needed to sign on the paper.I gave him a tight-lipped smile before taking the paperwork and reading through it.My jaw dropped when I saw the amount of money I would be getting paid for just pretending to be his wife.Five hundred thousand dollars. I blinked. That meant in two to three months, I would be a millionaire.“Are you sure you didn't make a mistake with the amount you listed here? It says you're to pay me five hundred thousand dollars every month.” The words even felt heavy in my mouth as I said them.“I had my lawyer thoroughly check the terms of the contract. I can assure you that there's no mistake.” He was pouring drinks from what looked like an expensive bottle of wine into two wine glasses as he spoke.I just had to pose as his wife, and I would be a millionaire.I was still wide-eyed whe
/-Emily-/I managed to get out of the chaos that was the paparazzi. Just who exactly was Grayson that he had that amount of paparazzi following him around everywhere? I was now at the hospital, straight from Grayson’s penthouse, like I had promised Ryan, my brother.By the time I arrived at his bed, he was still sleeping. The nose thingy was over his mouth, and the heart monitor was beeping in response to the rise and fall of his chest.I searched for Grayson Knight on the internet, and what I saw blew my mind.He was a multi-billionaire and the owner and CEO of Knight Industries, which comprised major companies scattered across the country.My eyes widened as I saw pictures and articles of him. One article in particular caught my attention. It was a gossip site that discussed his reputation with women. I went through the pictures that were posted of him with several women; some looked like models, while others resembled your typical girl next door, like me.Something settled in my st
/-Emily-/The pain stung on my cheek as I stood there, apologizing profusely to the woman who looked to be my age. It didn’t matter that she slapped me. Where would I find the money to replace her dress?Plus, if my boss found out about this, she would instantly fire me.“YOU DUMB BITCH.” Her raven hair fell over her eyes as she regarded me with disdain. “This was my favorite dress of the month. What the hell? Who's your manager? Call your fucking manager!” she raged, looking around.My heart dropped. “I'm so sorry, ma'am. I'm so sorry,” I said, my gaze on the floor.A scowl immediately appeared on her face. “You don't look like you're sorry enough. Get on your knees.”My gaze snapped to her, my eyes wide with shock. Behind me, my uncle and his friends snickered. “I-I said I'm sorry—”I was cut off by another slap to the cheek, causing the sting to intensify, and my face immediately turned to the side, a new set of tears pouring from my eyes.“Did I stutter? Get on your fucking knees
/-Emily-/I studied my appearance in the bathroom mirror that was only meant for the event staff.The wine-red uniform, which consisted of a body-hugging suit and a skirt, accentuated my body. The top button of the jacket was missing, but that was the least of my problems.I pressed my phone tightly to my ear as I listened to my brother struggling to talk; tears welled up in my eyes. “Ryan, don't worry. I'll come see you in the morning, okay?”Ragged breaths responded to me. “Okay…” A whizzing sound followed as he struggled with his breath. “Okay, sis,” he finally let out.I raised my head heavenward, blinking back the tears that struggled to spill from my eyes. I forced cheeriness into my voice. “Goodnight, Ryan. Have sweet dreams, okay?” Then I hung up, finally letting my sobs take over my body.My shoulders heaved up and down as I leaned on the counter.Life wasn't fair. Why would someone as sweet and innocent as my younger brother, Ryan, have to suffer so much?My sixteen-year-old
/-Emily-/I studied my appearance in the bathroom mirror that was only meant for the event staff.The wine-red uniform, which consisted of a body-hugging suit and a skirt, accentuated my body. The top button of the jacket was missing, but that was the least of my problems.I pressed my phone tightly to my ear as I listened to my brother struggling to talk; tears welled up in my eyes. “Ryan, don't worry. I'll come see you in the morning, okay?”Ragged breaths responded to me. “Okay…” A whizzing sound followed as he struggled with his breath. “Okay, sis,” he finally let out.I raised my head heavenward, blinking back the tears that struggled to spill from my eyes. I forced cheeriness into my voice. “Goodnight, Ryan. Have sweet dreams, okay?” Then I hung up, finally letting my sobs take over my body.My shoulders heaved up and down as I leaned on the counter.Life wasn't fair. Why would someone as sweet and innocent as my younger brother, Ryan, have to suffer so much?My sixteen-year-old...
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