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Fifty Million Dollar Contract: My Enemy Husband

Fifty Million Dollar Contract: My Enemy Husband

Author: Eileen
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1131    |    Released on: Today at 20:08

e stale air. Sweat dampened the back of her neck, making her blonde hair stick to her skin. She closed her eyes, f

floor. She handed Eloise a bo

"You've been running this scene for fo

ly as she unscrewed the cap. Before she could take

dly against the floorboards. Her face was flus

"Julian Finch just agreed to give you a five-minute slot tomorrow morning.

r the wood. She covered her mouth with both hands. Her eyes burned with sudden heat. T

f the room, a pho

e excitement in the room like a physical blow. Eloise lowered

on the bench. The screen li

it to her ear. "Mom, I can't tal

pped through the speaker. It was cold. A

Julian Finch is letting me

voice was flat, devoid of any emotion. "Christian Clarke flew back into the city this

dug into the plastic case. The name Christian Clarke hit her ears, and all

oser, her brow furrowing. "

Her throat felt like sa

air and practically ran toward the exit. Clara called out her name, but El

it into her cheeks as she stepped onto the sidewalk. A black Lincoln Nav

The door clicked shut, sealing her

ne Chanel suit. She didn't say hello. Inste

evieve ordered. "You

g this? You know what he thinks of me. You know what h

er fifteen percent at the closing bell. The bank is taki

d out the tinted window. The blurred lights of Manhattan sped by, b

hick financial report. She tossed it onto Eloise's lap. The

ing its icy edge. "If we lose the company, we lose his premium care. A hundred ye

hook as she picked up the lipstick. She uncapped it and dragged the red color across her pale lips, stari

a three-Michelin-star restaurant near Central Par

gh heels wobbled slightly on the pavement. She

of expensive truffles and aged wine. Low jazz played from hidden speakers. The hostess led

ushed open a

ng her shiver. The lighting in the room was terrible, ju

stom-tailored black suit. He was slowly turning a

opening, he stopped mov

e. They were the color of a fro

ian Clarke still carried that same suffocating, heav

right, desperate smile. She grabbed

o see you," Genevieve said, her

even look at Genevieve. His gaze rema

link of crystal against wood echoed in the quiet room. The co

le that vibrated in Eloise's chest. "What exactly

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