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Angel Johnson was a waitress struggling to make ends meet when an unexpected contract with Tryson Bliss, one of City Y's most powerful and ruthless billionaires, changed everything.

Tryson needed a fiancée to appease his demanding family, and Angel, desperate for money and a way out of her humdrum life, agreed to play the part.

What began as a calculated arrangement soon evolved into something neither of them expected—an intense and forbidden connection.

But when Tryson's family uncovers Angel's true motives, they cast her out with venomous disdain.

Humiliated and heartbroken, Angel's last hope is confronting Tryson. But instead of an apology or a chance at redemption, she finds herself shattered when he declares that he has chosen his first love, Riley, the woman he was preparing to marry.

Devastated and with only her pride left, Angel walks away, determined to rebuild her life alone.

Two months later, Angel is lost in the pulse of the music at a dark, crowded bar, seeking refuge in anonymity.

A hand seizes her from behind, and her breath catches as she turns to face the man she can't forget—Tryson.

His eyes, once cold and calculating, are now stormy with raw emotion, and he pulls her into his orbit, holding out the contract she once signed. 

"We haven't finished our work, Angel. The contract says you have a year left to be my fiancée. Don't tell me you're planning on breaching it now."

With no choice but to comply, Angel moves back into the house that once rejected her.

But to her surprise, the family she once loathed now welcomes her with unexpected warmth and kindness.

As she navigates this unsettling shift, Angel is left to wonder—what has changed, and why?

What secrets do they hide that could alter everything she thought she knew about Tryson and his family?

And as Angel's heart begins to thaw, she's confronted with the hardest question of all: Can she keep the secrets she's hidden from Tryson?

And will Tryson fight for her love a second time, despite everything that has come between them?

THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!

Dressed in his robe, Tryson stepped out of the room, water dripping from his damp hair as he ran a towel through the strands.

The cool air sent a shiver down his spine, but something else felt off.

A strange emptiness. His eyes scanned the space, and that's when he noticed—Angel was gone.

"Angel?" His voice was rough, almost uncertain as he called out, stepping farther into the suite.

Silence. A gnawing unease twisted inside him. Then, his gaze landed on something near the dining table—a note.

His pulse quickened as he strode toward it, plucking the paper between his fingers. The elegant curves of Angel's handwriting danced across the page:

"Decided to take some fresh air. Just wandering about. I don't know... but you could call me if you want to."

Tryson exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, a slow smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

Come outside