HIS Minnie Mouse
When Claire agrees to play her cold-hearted boss's girlfriend for a weekend, she never expects a fake romance to turn into a nine-month marriage contract worth millions. She becomes trapped in the world of the ultra wealthy and her abusive ex resurfaces to blackmail her with millions. She also falls in love with her cold-hearted boss, leading to an affair that gets her pregnant. But the reason for the contract marriage is no longer necessary. What happens now that Claire has no reason to stay married to her cold boss?
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Chapter 6
I swallow hard, not knowing how to answer that question.
If I say yes, my ego will scream at me from the pain. Saying no sounded more convenient.
So what if I am in trouble?
He doesn't need to know that. I accepted his proposal and that was all.
"No sir. I just think the idea is profitable," I manage, clutching tightly to the phone.
I hear him breath sharply, almost like he's irritated. Then his voice came, low and dominating, even through the call.
"You're a terrible liar, Minnie Mouse," His voice reverberates through the device.
Oh God. Why is it so damn hard for him to believe me?
I quickly shake my head, as if he is standing right in front of me, "No sir. You–I honestly just told you–"
"Meet at my apartment by seven p.m, Mouse. Don't be late." He cut me off with the order.
I lower my hand from my ears, my brows twitching with confusion. Now what the hell just happened?
He is in Newark on business. And suddenly he wants to come down to the city for me? Really?
No, that can't be possible.
Scott is arrogant, overbearing and definitely far from nice. He has to be coming home because of other reasons.
But what if...
"Did you hear me?" Scott's voice came again, reminding me that I am still on the call.
I quickly return the phone to my ears, racking my head for the next words to say.
"Sir, you're coming home because of me?" The words escape my mouth before I can stop them, making me bite hard on my lips.
I hear him breath a smirk, "well, you're my girlfriend now. And that means you're now my responsibility. I hope that answers your question."
My eyes widen after hearing that. I thought we are playing pretend? So how come he cares enough to put his business on hold?
"No–no sir. I–there's no need for you to. This isn't a real–"
"No buts Minnie Mouse. Meet me at seven. And wear something nice." He shuns me once more, the beeping sounds of the call disconnecting ringing in my ears.
My heart flutters with a strangely good feeling. Sometimes I hate that he threw orders around and I have to obey every one to the letter. And other times, I kind of like it.
I sigh, turning my gaze towards the brown polished wardrobe with some clothes peeking out. Despite having so many options to pick from, I now feel limited.
I stalk over, pulling out dresses and checking them out on the teddy bear shaped mirror opposite the wardrobe.
My dresses are either too modest or too revealing. I ended up settling for a purple dress with a sweetheart cut that stopped just before my knees. It seems nice enough to fit into the "girlfriend" vibe.
After styling my hair, and applying some make up, I walk out of the house. In a couple of minutes, I arrived at the mansion. The sunset casts over the mansion in a beautiful golden light, giving it a somewhat dreamy look.
But something about tonight is different. On other nights, I've come here as his secretary, but tonight I am coming here as his "girl". That is the last thing I wanted to be anyway.
He is too arrogant to have a woman around. Too nonchalant too.
But since I need money, I have no choice.
I plop out of the cab, and then walked towards the tall black rods that joined to form a gate. I opened the small part with my spare keys and headed for the mansion.
The moment I push the front door open, I meet the furious glare of an elderly woman. My heart stops for a second as the atmosphere grows tense.
Shit.
Scott's grandmother.
I'd totally forgotten she was going to be at his place. She eyes me from head to toe, displeasure clearly written all over her face.
Then she clasps her hands behind her, her brows arching tighter.
"Young lady, shouldn't you be at work? What are you doing here?" She questions.
Dear Lord, help me find the right excuse.
I slowly walk in, keeping my head facing down.
"Files. He'd sent me to get files," I lie smoothly, hoping that she'd buy the lie.
"Files? Are you going to deliver the files telepathically? Isn't he in Newark anymore?" She interrogates me, immediately making me feel stupid for my first response.
I bite hard on my tongue, the sounds of my racing heart echoing through my ears. Now what was I going to say?
If I say one more word, she'd probably come up with more questions. But if I keep quiet, she'll still question me.
Not knowing what to do, I part my lips, hoping that whatever came out of my mouth was going to help the situation.
"Well, I–"
"Hey baby," A familiar voice cut me off, making me spin around.
There he is.
My annoying boss clad in a white shirt and black slacks. He is holding a bouquet of roses and a small pink gift bag. His lips has the perfect smile I'd ever seen.
Wait, a smile? That is actually the first time I've seen him smile!
I'd never have thought that he was capable of it.
My mouth is half-opened, no words coming out due to the shock I was feeling. But then he starts approaching, and his musky scent hit my nostrils, making me feel a strange sense of safety.
He wraps a hand around my waist, pressing his lips against mine so fast that I didn't have time to resist. His lips are soft and so hot at the same time. The tender kiss sends literal sparks down my core.
When he breaks the kiss, I can see the brightness in his eyes. My cheeks burn so hard under his gaze. I attempt to look away but he tilts my chin upwards.
"Tell me, did you miss me?" He asks.
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But the drink she was handed was secretly spiked. Desperate to avoid a public scandal that would ruin her father, she fled into a VIP elevator, only to fall directly into the arms of Buren Warner—the most ruthless billionaire predator on Wall Street.
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A fabricated scandal of her hotel rendezvous hit the front pages. Her father slapped her across the face, using the disgrace as an excuse to freeze her accounts and kick her out onto the streets, legally severing her from the family trust before declaring bankruptcy.
Even worse, her twin sister was killed in a sudden estate explosion.
And the final, crushing blow? Ina discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Faron, the man supposed to save her family, was secretly gay. He and her best friend had orchestrated the drugging to destroy Ina's reputation, allowing Faron to break their alliance and keep his inheritance without suspicion.
Stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity, Ina screamed in agony on the freezing streets.
Her own father had murdered her sister for a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout and sacrificed Ina to hide his assets. The people she trusted most had conspired to ruin her life just for their own selfish greed.
Driven into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose, Ina stared at the cold, calculating billionaire who had tracked her down to an abandoned cliffside estate.
"Marry me, and I will give you the power to destroy them all."
To avenge her sister and crush the people who betrayed her, Ina signed her soul to the devil.
9.3
They say you can't have it all. I'm about to prove them wrong-or destroy myself trying.
When my struggling mother married billionaire Richard Stone, I thought I was gaining a family. Instead, I found three stepbrothers who became my obsession, my downfall, and my salvation.
Dominic, the eldest, cold and commanding, who kisses me like he's claiming his kingdom and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can't control.
Julian, the charming playboy who hides a vulnerable soul beneath his perfect smile, making me feel like I'm the only woman he's ever truly seen.
Asher, the brooding artist who paints me like I'm his muse and touches me like I'm his masterpiece, seeing parts of my soul I didn't know existed.
They're forbidden. They're dangerous. They're everything I shouldn't want.
But when I discover my father didn't die by suicide that he was murdered by the very man who now calls himself my stepfather, these three powerful men becomes my unlikely allies.
First it was a forbidden attraction, now it's an arrangement that defies every rule.
The rules are simple:
I'll give each of them a chance.
I'll take everything they offer.
And in the end, I'll have to make the hardest decision of my life:
Choose one of them. Choose all of them. Or choose myself.
8.0
Abigayle was the proud heir to the Pena Group, living a perfect life and engaged to Jeffery Sullivan.
But the morning after a charity gala, she woke up drugged in a hotel room, blinded by paparazzi cameras. Her fiancé and her best friend stood at the foot of the bed, throwing a forged pregnancy report at her face to publicly frame her for cheating.
The betrayal was only the beginning of the slaughter. Before she could even clear her name, the Sullivan family ruthlessly bankrupted her family's company overnight. Her father was rushed to the ICU with a heart attack, her brother was run off the road into a coma, and violent repo men raided her penthouse. Just as she was thrown out into the freezing rain, Jeffery's terrifying uncle, Donovan Sullivan—the very mastermind who engineered her family's ruin—stepped in. He offered to cover the life-saving medical bills, but only if she agreed to become his personal plaything.
Abigayle's blood turned to ice. She couldn't understand how the people she trusted most could plot such a vicious, coordinated destruction just to break an engagement. How dared the man who destroyed her entire family stand there playing the savior, trying to buy her body with her own stolen wealth?
Facing a $100,000 hospital deadline and abandoned by everyone she knew, she didn't shed another tear.
"I will never beg him."
Clutching her last diamond bracelet, she hailed a cab straight to the biggest pawnshop in the Diamond District. The Sullivans thought they had buried her, but her counterattack was just beginning.
8.4
For twenty years, I lived as the adopted daughter of the wealthy Hill family.
But today, they forced me to sign a severance agreement and kicked me out so their precious biological daughter, Malia, could marry my fiancé.
To ruin me completely, they framed me for stealing Malia's engagement bracelet, threatening me with prison.
I calmly exposed the "sapphire" as cheap glass, then rolled up my sleeves to show the reporters my scarred, punctured arms.
For two decades, I wasn't a daughter. I was Malia's living blood and bone marrow bank.
They drained my health to keep her alive, even ordering doctors to ignore my failing organs just so she could attend a gala.
"Take this million dollars and shut your mouth," my adoptive father sneered, throwing a check at my feet.
My ex-fiancé looked at me with disgust, and Malia screamed that I was a crazy, vindictive liar.
They had stolen my life and my health, yet they still looked down on me like I was garbage.
I ripped the check into pieces and threw it in their faces.
Just as they ordered the butler to drag me out, a group of men in black suits shattered the chaos.
The heir of the untouchable Montgomery dynasty stepped through the door, ignoring the Hills' fawning, and handed me a DNA report.
I wasn't a disposable blood bag. I was the long-lost true heiress of old New York money.
And now, I was going to take back everything they stole from me.
7.8
Andrea was trapped in a suffocating marriage with billionaire Gregory Morse, forced to live as the pathetic substitute for his dead fiancée.
When armed intruders broke into their estate in the dead of night, she called her husband in pure terror.
"Stop playing these cheap, attention-seeking games," Gregory sneered with disgust, and hung up the phone.
She barely escaped with her life, but the cruelty only escalated. At the family mansion, his dead fiancée's sister deliberately scalded Andrea's hand with boiling tea. Instead of defending his wife, Gregory publicly humiliated her, ordering her to clean up the mess while calling her a stray dog.
That night, hiding in the dark wine cellar, Andrea overheard a chilling confession.
Gregory admitted to his brother that he knew Andrea was completely innocent of the car crash that killed his fiancée. He knew she had been framed.
Why did he marry her? Just to use her as a psychological punching bag to vent his twisted grief. He watched her suffer every single day, treating her like disposable trash, while violently threatening anyone who showed her an ounce of kindness.
He thought she was just a useless, helpless shadow who would quietly endure his torment forever.
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9.3
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Yvonne's voice trembled, holding back tears.
Adrian smirked. "Wake up, Yvonne. You really thought I wanted you when Tricia was right here?"
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Because the real heiress doesn't beg.
She takes rather.
Now, Yvonne is done playing small. It's her time to rise, reclaim her crown, and make everyone regret ever doubting her.