
The Widowed CEO's Contract Bride
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.
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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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8.1
Elinor's frail daughter, Cece, died in a sterile hospital room while waiting for her father to take her to Disney World.
But her billionaire husband, Derick, never showed up. At the exact moment Cece's heart monitor flatlined, the hospital TV broadcasted Derick affectionately holding the hand of his mistress and he has booked a clearance of the entire Disneyland to celebrate mistress's daughter's birthday!.
When Elinor confronted Derick with their daughter's ashes, he sneered and accused her of hiding the child just to get his attention. Elinor's heart was torn to shreds. How could a father be so blind and ruthless? Did Kamryn use his power to steal the very kidney that belonged to Cece? Why did her innocent baby have to die for their sick affair?
The suffocating grief inside Elinor finally crystallized into a sharp blade. She wiped the blood from her lips, canceled the simple divorce, and began her ruthless revenge.

9.7
For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez.
On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me.
His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture.
In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage.
He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger.
When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered.
"She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back."
He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg.
He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control.
But he was wrong.
I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return.
I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan.
"It is time to find myself again."

8.6
Marrying Theron Draix in a few days was a life long dream come true.
For seventeen years, I'd loved him, revolving my life around him, and in just three days, we should be married.
"Let's break up. I won't be attending the wedding," he said.
My life shattered in that instant.
Finding out he was in love with my adopted sister was worse. They had played me and controlled my emotions.
At the end, Mireya had killed me.
If I was given a second chance, I would never love Theron and never trust Mireya.

7.4
Alaya woke up in the sterile hospital room to a devastating reality: her six-month-old baby was gone, lost in a horrific car crash.
But as the memories crashed into her, she realized she had been reborn. She was back three years before her ultimate death, back to the moment she remembered lying bleeding on the asphalt while her husband, Hardy, shielded his mistress from the freezing rain.
When Hardy finally showed up at the ward, he coldly dismissed the crash as a mere accident and immediately left to comfort his young lover. To make matters worse, Alaya secretly checked her medical files and found a terrifying detail: someone had intentionally slipped beta-blockers into her system, a lethal drug for her transplanted heart. And Hardy didn't care about her dead baby or her irreversible infertility. He only coldly confirmed with the doctor that her heart was still viable.
A horrifying suspicion made Alaya's blood run cold. Why was her husband so obsessed with protecting her transplanted heart while treating her like garbage? And why was his perfectly healthy mistress secretly racking up massive bills at an advanced cardiac hospital?
Realizing she was nothing but a vessel in a twisted, deadly game, Alaya didn't shed another tear.
She packed her belongings, left her flawless diamond wedding ring on the cold marble table, and vanished from their penthouse.
When Hardy finally tracked her down, she threw a thick stack of documents onto the table.
"Sign the divorce papers," she said, her eyes completely dead.

8.6
Aubree pushed Ezra down the grand staircase, crippling the only man who silently protected her.
She thought she was finally escaping his control to be with her true love, Foster Newton.
But she had no idea it was a vicious trap meticulously set by Newton and her sweet, innocent cousin, Brandi.
Once Ezra was driven out of New York in despair, Aubree's life became a living hell. Her father completely disowned her. Brandi smoothly took over her home and her millions in inheritance.
"You were just a stepping stone for us, Aubree."
That was the last thing Newton sneered before leaving her to die.
Lying on the freezing floor, her warm blood pooling in her palms, Aubree finally saw the horrifying truth. She had destroyed her own family and ruined the one man who genuinely cared for her, all for a pair of greedy parasites.
Endless regret and suffocating hatred consumed her fading consciousness. Why was she so blind? Why did she let them manipulate her into destroying her own life?
Then, her eyes snapped open.
A violent wave of dizziness hit her. She looked down at her pale, flawless hands. There were no deep cuts. There was no sticky blood.
She was back. She had miraculously returned to the exact night she pushed Ezra, just two hours before his private jet was scheduled to leave forever.
Hearing her father's furious roar outside her bedroom door, Aubree didn't cower.
She wiped the smeared makeup from her face, her eyes turning dead cold. This time, she was going to make Ezra stay, and she was going to send those leeches straight to hell.

9.0
I died on the cold delivery table, bleeding out while the heart monitor flatlined.
Through the blinding surgical lights, I heard my husband Damon's cold, final order to the doctors.
"The child is the priority."
He didn't care about my life. To him, I was just a vessel to produce an heir, a tool to fulfill his prenuptial clause and secure his billionaire empire.
While I took my last agonizing breath, he was already planning his future with his fragile, theatrical mistress, Jasmin.
In my past life, when he first brought her into our home claiming she was a helpless victim, I shattered.
I screamed, threw vases, and played the hysterical wife perfectly.
My desperate pleas for his affection only gave him the exact weapons he needed to ruin my reputation, isolate me, and ultimately force me onto that fatal delivery bed.
Until my very last moment, the suffocating pain in my chest wasn't just physical.
I couldn't understand how the man I loved could treat my death like a simple business transaction.
Why was my absolute devotion rewarded with a carefully calculated execution?
But then, my eyes snapped open.
I was sitting on the edge of my king-sized bed, exactly three years before my death.
From downstairs, I heard Damon's voice echoing in the foyer, bringing Jasmin into our home for the very first time.
This time, the scream building in my chest turned to ice.
I didn't cry or throw a fit.
Instead, I calmly swallowed a secret birth control pill, smiled at his mistress, and dialed the most ruthless divorce lawyer in Manhattan.