Contracted To The Cold Hearted CEO

white dress my mother had given me. It wasn't a real wedding gown, but it was the closest thing we

d to let them fall. I had made my dec

red, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. He

my throat and forced a

ight in my chest. Today, I was marrying Jameson Edward-a man I had never met, a

olling industries from real estate to technology. Jameson was the heir, but I had heard

tract

esperate enough

bedroom, his face lined wi

ma, who clung to my arm. "Promise me you'll

er tightly. "I p

pped out of this house, my l

d through the hous

he door, his face expressionless

. My mother's sobs were the last thing I

-

he sleek black Mercedes, my hands folded in my lap. The city lights blurre

he driver said after a long silence

ded n

driveway lined with neatly trimmed hedges. The mansion came into view-a massive es

its o

cking against the stone pavement. The air smelled of roses

iform approached me.

ll was grand, with chandeliers that sparkled like diamonds and floors poli

I sa

it, his piercing blue eyes locked on me. He was taller than I expected, his sh

warmth in his g

n't just col

his deep voice sending

ted, unsure h

anced at the woman beside

ors into a large study. The walls were lined with bookshelve

oment later, his ex

he or

gripping the armr

is isn't a marriage. It's a business arrangement. You are here because I need a

, my thr

"You will attend social events, smile for the cameras, and

under the table. "

After one year, we divorce. You

One year. I just had

od," I sa

d pulled out a contract, slid

"No vows? N

o humor in it. "This isn't a love

t and picked up the pen. With on

contract, glanced at my signature, then s

me like a pu

room," he said dismissively.

ed the maid out of the office, I felt the wei

bride. I

a man who woul

rison closed behind me, I re

signed aw