All Chapters of A Wife For Him (Hearts Under Contract): Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the glass panes of the office building, painting soft golden streaks on the polished floor. Irene glanced at her watch as she packed her things. For once, the ticking hands brought no urgency. Her workload was lighter today, and for the first time in weeks, she was finishing early.A faint smile played on her lips as she thought about the evening ahead. Today was Dave’s birthday—a day she had been planning for weeks. Four years together had taught her how much he valued small surprises, and this year, she intended to make it unforgettable.As she stepped out of the office, the familiar hum of the city greeted her. Cars honked in the distance, and pedestrians moved past with hurried strides, their faces painted with end-of-day weariness. But Irene’s heart was light, her steps steady with purpose.“Irene!”She turned to see Sarah and a few of her colleagues gathered near the building's entrance. Sarah waved her over, her bright smile framed

The night air was cold against Irene’s flushed cheeks as she staggered out of the bar, her bare foot slapping against the rough pavement. She didn’t seem to notice that one of her shoes was missing, or maybe she didn’t care. Her vision blurred, and the world tilted precariously as she stumbled forward, her arms flailing to steady herself.“Where is he…?” she murmured, her voice hoarse and slurred, almost drowned by the distant hum of traffic.Her other shoe slipped slightly, making her trip. She cursed under her breath, frustration bubbling up, but she kept moving, her steps aimless. The sharp edge of the pavement jabbed her exposed foot, but she didn’t flinch. Her mind was far too preoccupied with the weight of her despair to care about something as trivial as pain.Ahead, the streetlights flickered, casting her shadow across the crosswalk. She stepped onto the road, not bothering to check for cars, her head hanging low.From the distance came the low growl of an engine—a sleek, bl

Daniel stepped out of the bathroom, the lingering coolness of the ritual rinses still clinging to his hands and mouth. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his tie discarded somewhere in the corner. He was muttering under his breath, still irritated at the evening’s events. The soft click of the bathroom door behind him punctuated the otherwise silent room.And then he froze.Standing in the middle of the dimly lit suite was Irene, but she wasn’t just standing. She was completely bare, her skin glowing like porcelain under the subdued light, flawless and untouched.Daniel’s throat tightened, and an involuntary gulp escaped him, the sound echoing in the stillness. His eyes widened, unable to immediately process what he was seeing.“Hot,” Irene muttered, her voice slightly slurred as she bent down. Her fingers worked deftly at the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with an unsettling calm. The garment slipped down her arms and onto the floor, joining the other discarded pieces of her cloth