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 gripped the steering wheel, his mind tangled in a mess of emotions. His chest felt tight, and the silence in the car was suffocating. His thoughts kept circling back to Claire's face before she stepped out—how pale she looked, the way her lips had parted like she wanted to say something but couldn't.

He exhaled sharply and reached for his phone, dialing Alex's number. There was no way he was letting her stay there all alone in this situation.

The call barely rang twice before Alex picked up.

"Chris? What's up? Did the dinner end already? Why are you calling? To tell me you're tired of my sister?" he joked.

Chris let out a bitter chuckle. "Yeah. The dinner ended before it even started."

There was a pause. "What do you mean?" Alex asked, not liking Chris's tone.

Mathew Fischer