BabyAngel2

They say Love is blind, but no one is ever truly blind in love. We see everything; we just choose to ignore them because we're scared to move on or start afresh. 




Twenty-eight years old, Emma Winters has her dreams clearly defined. To have a loving family, a beautiful home, and a stable, fulfilling life.  


Not only do those dreams come crumbling down when her husband hands her divorce papers just when she tells him she's pregnant, but her pride and dignity are questioned when Jake announces that Emma was unfaithful to him.



Emma loses hope in everything she believes in. However, hope comes to her when the enigmatic billionaire Alexander Sterling offers her a way out: A contract marriage to him.


Will Emma accept this way out of her predicament even when this savior is none other than her ex-husband's uncle? 


What happens when she accepts the contract and is only chased back by her ex? Will she return to her once lover, or will she accept her growing feelings for her contract husband? 


Find out as we unravel Emma's story together!





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“Why would you help when I was put in this mess by my own husband?” Emma cut in, now crying. 

“Because your husband is my nephew, and not only do I want to salvage the situation my nephew put you in, I want to escape his plot,” Alex said, and Emma’s heart stopped for a moment, a cold chill running down her spine as she replayed the words in her head. 

Nephew? His nephew? Jake was this man's... Alex's nephew? She mused, and then the realization of what that meant dawned on her like a crashing wave, knocking the breath from her lungs. 

Her eyes widened as she stared at him, the shock evident on her face. “Your nephew? You’re Alex Sterling, Jake's uncle?” she asked, unable to believe it herself. 

Alex nodded, his expression unchanged. “Yes. I'm his uncle,” Alex confirmed, and Emma shook her head.

Hello, Ex! I Finally Found My Worth!

Chris watched Claire dress up after taking her shower with slow, deliberate movements, his brows furrowing as he leaned against the doorway of his bedroom. She wasn't in a hurry, but she wasn't exactly lingering either, and he didn't want her to leave. Not yet.

"Are you sure you can't stay the weekend?" he asked softly, his voice hopeful.

He had been asking her to stay for the weekend since after breakfast, but she wouldn't budge.

Claire looked up, her lips curving into a small smile. "Chris, we've talked about this. I can't. I didn't plan to stay longer than a night. You know that. Neither of us made plans for that," she said with a shrug as though that should make him understand.

Chris pushed off the doorframe and moved closer, his hands gently resting on her shoulders since she was done now.

His Real Identity