
The Widowed CEO's Contract Bride
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Love sometimes arrived when people least expected it, and often through the last person they would've imagined.
At forty years old, Daniel lived a life built around routine. His days revolved around managing the family company as its CEO while raising his three children alone. After losing his wife, grief slowly consumed him and turned him into a distant, guarded man over the years.
Meanwhile, Deanna lived an ordinary life. She worked part-time while studying at the School of the Arts, determined to achieve her dream of becoming an opera singer. With only one year left before graduation, her life suddenly changed when her friend Harry came to her in desperation and begged for help.
An old family tradition stood in Harry's way and prevented him from marrying his pregnant girlfriend. According to the family's rules, Daniel, his older brother, had to marry first.
In order to help Harry out of the situation, Daniel and Deanna agreed to fake a relationship and enter a marriage of convenience.
They were complete opposites, yet the attraction between them slowly became impossible to ignore. Daniel found the warmth and comfort that had long disappeared from his life, while Deanna experienced love again after suffering through a painful breakup.
For the first time in years, Daniel finally had a chance to rebuild the family he thought he'd lost forever.
However, not everyone wanted to see them together. Hidden motives, outside interference, and countless schemes constantly threatened to drive them apart.
Their journey wasn't easy. Aside from dealing with people determined to complicate their relationship, they also had to confront their own fears and insecurities. A fifteen-year age gap was never going to be simple to overcome. Still, the heart followed its own path, and love rarely listened to reason.
The Widowed CEO's Contract Bride Chapter 1
Harry's suggestion didn't sit right with Deanna at all. Anyone in their right mind wouldn't come up with something like that.
"What you're saying doesn't make any sense. Did you hit your head before you came here?" she said.
"I know it sounds crazy, but we really need your help. I don't know who else to turn to," Harry replied.
Laura, Harry's fiancée, remained silent. Still, the worry on her face kept growing.
Things had already gotten complicated. They were both still in school, still young, and deeply in love, but they hadn't been careful. Just three days ago, Laura confirmed she was pregnant.
"Trust me, I get it, Harry, but no one will believe this. Your family doesn't even know who I am," Deanna said.
"I already spoke to my brother, and he agreed. Please, Deanna, help us," Harry said.
At that point, Laura gathered her courage and finally spoke, and her eyes filled with tears.
"We wouldn't come to you like this if it didn't matter so much to us. Our families are strict about these things. They won't allow Harry to marry me if his older brother isn't married yet. And my family won't let me keep the baby if I'm not married," Laura said.
Watching how anxious Laura was about her baby made Deanna hesitate.
"I can't believe people still think like that these days. But I've only seen your brother in pictures," she said.
The idea they laid out was straightforward. If Harry and Laura wanted to get married, then Daniel, Harry's widowed older brother, needed to remarry first. As Harry's closest friend, Deanna ended up being their only choice.
"I can't wrap my head around it either. It feels like we're stuck in another era. This was the only way I could think of, and Daniel said he's willing to go through with it too," Harry said.
"How is your family supposed to take this? Do I just walk in one day and tell them I'm your brother's fiancée?" she asked.
"We'll deal with that when the time comes. Right now, what matters is getting you married as soon as possible. Once that's done, we'll have our own wedding, and then we can welcome our baby," Harry said.
Somehow, Deanna found herself thinking the same way Harry did. The plan sounded ridiculous, yet it was starting to make sense. She cared too much about her friend, and when she saw how distressed Laura was over her unborn child, she finally made her choice.
"Alright, but—"
"Are you serious, Deanna? This is incredible!" Harry said.
"Hold on, Harry—"
"You really saved us. You're amazing! Laura, we're getting married!"
"Harry! Wait, please... At least let me meet your brother first," she said.
"That works. I'll set up a dinner so the four of us can sit down and meet."
Tears spilled down Laura's face, and she couldn't hold them back. The relief and joy hit her all at once. Harry pulled her into his arms and held her close, pressing soft kisses to her cheeks as he tried to calm her down. Anyone could see how deeply they loved each other. It made everything feel even more unfair, knowing they had to come up with something so extreme just to be together.
The more Deanna thought about it, the more it felt like she was stepping straight into trouble. She couldn't understand how a family could still hold onto such rigid traditions. Even so, turning them down didn't feel right after everything they had shared. She had known Harry since his first days at the Arts University. They became classmates almost immediately, then partners in mischief, and eventually, the kind of friends who stuck by each other no matter what.
Back then, Laura hadn't been comfortable with how close Deanna was to her fiancé. As time passed, though, she realized there was nothing romantic between them. What they had felt more like siblings than anything else. From then on, the three of them spent most of their time together, even if their lives were completely different.
Both Harry and Laura came from families known for producing successful professionals. Deanna's story was nothing like theirs. She grew up with just her mother and grandmother, and she was the first person in her family to make it to university.
To keep things going, she worked part-time at a clothing shop. It helped with her expenses and eased some of the pressure on her mother, who had already done so much just to send her to study in the capital. Singing came naturally to Deanna, a gift she probably got from the father she had never met. Her mother and grandmother gave up a lot so she could chase a better future.
Money had never been an issue for Harry and Laura. Still, Harry had his own struggle when he fought to study music. His father had wanted him to follow a more traditional path like law, medicine, or business, just like his brother Daniel. In the end, things worked out because Daniel had already taken over the family business, so their father loosened up a bit with his younger son.
"My family can't know about this," Deanna said.
"Why not?" Laura asked.
"My family only has the three of us. It's my mom, my grandmother, and me. I don't want them to believe this marriage will last forever, only to see me divorced later. I already promised them I'd finish my degree first," Deanna said.
"Don't stress about it. We'll keep everything as low-key as we can," Harry replied.
Time wasn't on their side. Laura had less than eight months before the pregnancy became impossible to hide. They had to move fast. Once Deanna and Daniel got married, Harry and Laura planned to run off together and begin their life elsewhere. They would come back after the baby was born, and by then, no one would be in a position to question them.
As for Deanna and Daniel, they would simply say things didn't work out and go their separate ways, as if it had all been temporary. It wouldn't raise suspicion. Couples split all the time after realizing they weren't right for each other. No one would get hurt, and Deanna would end up with a niece or nephew to dote on.
"I'll call my brother and tell him the good news. I'll also ask when he's free to meet us," Harry added.
"Does he even know who I am?" Deanna asked.
"He knows I planned to ask a friend from university. There was no point telling him it was you since you two haven't met," Harry answered.
"Alright, I get it."
"Relax, I'm sure he'll like you. He's not as hard to deal with as people make him out to be," Harry continued.
"What exactly do you mean by 'hard to deal with'?" Deanna asked.
"My future brother-in-law can be a little... particular. Still, Harry's right. Once you get used to him, he's not that bad," Laura said, trying to reassure her.
"Why do I feel like I just signed myself up for a disaster?" Deanna said.
A knowing look passed between Harry and Laura. Daniel could be difficult at times, that much was true, but he wasn't a bad person. He was strict, nothing like Deanna's easygoing and lively nature. Even so, he agreed to help for the sake of his future niece or nephew. When he first heard the news, he made a scene, but in the end, he still chose to stand by his brother, his soon-to-be sister-in-law, and the child.
"Oh, and you do know Daniel has three kids, right?" Harry said.
"What?!"
"Yeah. Ethan, Naomi, and Jonathan."
"I thought those were your sister's kids!" she exclaimed.
"No. Susan's still single," Harry said.
"Oh my God," Deanna said.
"You're going to be a great stepmom."
"Keep talking like that, and I might just walk away from all of this," she replied.
"Too late. You already agreed."
"Watch me," Deanna said.
Joy lit up Laura's face, and she couldn't stop smiling. Seeing Harry and Deanna argue like that reminded her how lucky she was. Deanna was willing to go this far for them. She was about to become a mother, and the man she loved was about to marry her. All she wanted now was for everything to go smoothly and for Daniel to act like a proper gentleman.
Later that evening, the three of them headed to the food stall near the university, the same place they always visited. Deanna and Harry ended up drinking more beer than they should have, and by the time they left, Harry had to half-carry her back to her apartment before calling a taxi.
When they finally got inside, Harry dropped "Mighty Dean," as he liked to call her, onto the bed. She sank into the mattress and didn't move, completely out cold. At that moment, Deanna had no clue what kind of situation she had just stepped into, all because she chose to help her friends.
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The Widowed CEO's Contract Bride of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.6
I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade.
But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad.
Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal.
Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion."
Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps.
My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood.
The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt.
I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served.
But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows.
He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden.
I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal.
When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body.
"The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it."
Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.

7.4
Evelina Barrett was the legitimate daughter, yet she was framed for a disgusting sex scandal, expelled from the Ivy League, and locked out of her late mother's massive trust fund.
While she was thrown out to rot on the streets with a jagged, hideous red scar covering half her face, her father and step-family were throwing a lavish charity gala to celebrate her total ruin.
They laughed as they officially published her disownment notice in the Times to cut her off forever.
"Without the school halo, that ugly freak will be begging on the streets by tomorrow," her sister Aspen sneered.
Her stepmother Annabella toasted to taking out the trash, perfectly happy to steal Evelina's inheritance while ignoring the fact that Evelina knew exactly how they had murdered her mother.
For years, Evelina had been locked in a dark basement, abused by bodyguards, and treated worse than a stray dog.
Why should she, the true heir, suffer in the gutter while the leeches who destroyed her life enjoyed the wealth that rightfully belonged to her?
She refused to be their victim anymore.
Washing away her fake scar to reveal her true, breathtaking face, Evelina blackmailed New York's most lethal billionaire into marriage to secure the ultimate shield.
Then, she put on a black mourning dress, ordered a dark web ghost crew, and climbed into a heavy semi-truck.
At exactly 6:00 PM, she smashed through the iron gates of her family's elegant gala, delivering three pure black coffins directly to the lawn.

7.6
I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history.
But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me.
He swam past me.
He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water.
When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl.
"You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home."
Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her.
I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife."
He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps.
He was wrong.
While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room.
I was packing his ring into a cardboard box.
I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead.
By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.

8.3
On the night of my career-defining art exhibition, I stood completely alone. My husband, Dante Sovrano, the most feared man in Chicago, had promised he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, he was on the evening news.
He was shielding another woman—his ruthless business partner—from a downpour, letting his own thousand-dollar suit get soaked just to protect her. The headline flashed below them, calling their new alliance a "power move" that would reshape the city.
The guests at my gallery immediately began to whisper. Their pitying looks turned my greatest triumph into a public spectacle of humiliation. Then his text arrived, a cold, final confirmation of my place in his life: “Something came up. Isabella needed me. You understand. Business.”
For four years, I had been his possession. A quiet, artistic wife kept in a gilded cage on the top floor of his skyscraper. I poured all my loneliness and heartbreak onto my canvases, but he never truly saw my art. He never truly saw me. He just saw another one of his assets.
My heart didn't break that night. It turned to ice. He hadn't just neglected me; he had erased me.
So the next morning, I walked into his office and handed him a stack of gallery contracts.
He barely glanced up, annoyed at the interruption to his empire-building. He snatched the pen and signed on the line I’d marked.
He didn’t know the page tucked directly underneath was our divorce decree.
He had just signed away his wife like she was nothing more than an invoice for art supplies.

8.3
Half a month into our cold war, I, Claire Parker, found an abortion procedure slip tucked inside Daniel Carter's suit pocket.
The patient's name belonged to the fragile little childhood sweetheart he had always protected so fiercely-Sophie Bennett.
I folded the paper calmly and slipped it back where I had found it.
Daniel noticed the movement immediately. His eyes flicked toward me through the rearview mirror, resignation coloring his voice.
"What are you overthinking now? Sophie was just keeping a friend company at the hospital. She accidentally left it there."
I turned toward the window and said nothing.
This was Sophie declaring war on me, yet the man who could crush competitors without mercy in the business world believed her completely.
The silence inside the car grew suffocating until Daniel finally stopped outside an upscale jewelry boutique.
He reached over and ruffled my hair with easy familiarity, his tone indulgent and affectionate.
"Come on. Pick out a ring. Your birthday's next month anyway, so we might as well register our marriage too."
I bit down hard on my lip as tears fell soundlessly onto the back of my hand.
What he still didn't know was that I wouldn't live long enough to see next month.

9.1
I drowned in freezing pool water, the mocking laughter of the elite Savage family echoing in my ears.
When I opened my eyes, I was an eight-year-old orphan again, right on the day those monsters came to adopt me.
Terrified of repeating my hellish past, I ran down the hallway and desperately grabbed the shirt of a random, dumpy IT guy, begging him to take me instead.
I thought I had chosen a weak, boring suburban dad to hide behind.
But I was completely wrong.
My new mom greeted me with a ceramic tactical knife hidden in her apron.
My clumsy dad sliced dinner ribs with the terrifying precision of a seasoned hitman.
My ten-year-old brother was a dead-eyed sociopath who immediately calculated my bone density.
They were a family of lethal underworld monsters, yet they frantically pretended to be a normal, pathetic household just for me.











