Linda_Wilyuhm

I never expected my life to change so drastically. One moment, I was a woman with dreams, deeply in love with a man I thought I’d spend my life with. The next, I was betrayed and heartbroken, walking in on him cheating without a hint of remorse.

That night, overwhelmed with pain and too much alcohol, I made a reckless decision, a one-night stand with a stranger who, to my shock, turned out to be my new boss.

Arec, the vice president of Denco Groups, was desperate. To secure his future as CEO, he needed a wife, and in a twist of fate, he offered me a contract marriage. It sounded absurd, but his desperation mirrored my own need to escape the wreckage of my life.

It was supposed to be simple: no emotions, no strings attached. A business arrangement, nothing more. I thought I could handle it, that I could keep my heart out of it.

I was wrong.

What started as a deal quickly spiraled into something far more complicated. As our fake marriage blurred into real feelings, the world around us began to close in. Disapproving family, old enemies, buried secrets, scheming rivals, and even an attempt on my life threatened to tear us apart.

This is my story, a journey of heartbreak, unexpected love, and a fight to protect what we built together. In a world filled with lies and deceit, can a marriage born out of necessity become something real?

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Warning: This book contains mature themes. 

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Our Accidental Forever

I sat in silence, staring at my phone as if it might suddenly light up with some glaring proof of Ella's flaws. My nails tapped rhythmically against the armrest of my chaise, the sound sharp and deliberate, an outlet for the simmering anger coursing through me.

Ella thinks she's so clever, so selfless, I thought, the sneer pulling at my lips involuntarily. But she's just like the rest, using people like stepping stones. And Kate? Don't even get me started. A leech, clinging to her under the guise of friendship.

The thought churned in my mind like a bitter storm. I leaned forward and snatched up my phone again, the screen illuminating my features in the dim light. My thumb hovered over it as I debated my next move.

I decided to send Ella my address now, let me play the role of the sick, needy friend waiting for her savior. Something in me wanted me to wait, let her stew a little longer. Make her believe she owes me something.

Needy Friend.