
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 4
The following day, Daniel sat down with his parents. He kept reminding himself to stay composed and speak in a way that felt natural. If he sounded forced or too prepared, the whole story would fall apart.
"So, what is it you wanted to tell us, son?" His mother looked at him expectantly.
"I'm getting married."
Confusion showed on his father's face right away. "Married? What are you talking about, Daniel?" he asked, clearly caught off guard. That wasn't something he thought he'd hear again.
"In a few weeks, I'll be married, Dad. Before that, I want everyone to meet her."
"Wait a minute... who is this woman?"
"Her name's Deanna."
"Deanna? Who is Deanna?"
He already knew how she would react. Questions would come one after another. For years, she had hoped her grandchildren would have a proper mother figure, someone who wasn't her or Susan. Still, this wasn't how she expected things to happen. Neither of them was ready for this.
"She studies with Harry at university. We've been seeing each other for a few months, and I've decided to marry her."
"One of Harry's classmates?"
"Yes, Mom. I know what you're thinking. That's exactly why we kept things quiet."
"You're fifteen years older than Harry. If she studies with him, then she's around his age. Are you really saying you're about to marry someone that much younger, and after only a few months together?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."
"You've completely lost it, Daniel. Your children need someone who can guide them, not someone who feels like they belong in the same group as them."
"Mom, leave my kids out of this."
"How am I supposed to ignore them? Think about what you're doing. Stop being so stubborn. This marriage isn't happening."
"That's not up for discussion. I've made my choice, and it stands."
"Charles, are you going to sit there and say nothing? Talk some sense into him!"
For a moment, his father stayed quiet. Then he leaned forward and fixed his gaze on Daniel.
"Is she expecting a child?" he asked.
"What? No, Dad, of course not."
"Then what's the reason behind this?"
"Because I love her, and I know she'll be a good partner. Or do you think someone like her would only agree to this if there were something else involved?"
His mother let out a sharp breath. "Or maybe she's interested in what you have."
"That doesn't make any sense, Mom."
"What doesn't make sense is you rushing into something like this. If she's with you, there has to be a reason behind it."
"I didn't realize you thought so little of me, Mom."
"You know what I'm talking about. I've seen too many cases lately where women like her go after men like you for their money. Look at Madison's son and that girlfriend of his."
"Deanna's not like that."
"And you're certain of that? Men tend to lose judgment when they're taken in by looks."
"I'm certain because she's close to Harry and Laura. She's already shown she doesn't care about what I have. She even works, though I expect her to stop once we're married."
His father spoke up, his tone measured. "This all feels rushed, Daniel."
"I understand that, Dad, but I need you to trust me. You've known me my whole life. I wouldn't go through with this if I wasn't sure."
"You've always been careful with your decisions... It seems we'll be planning a wedding, Camila."
"You're both unbelievable. Fine, then bring this 'future wife' here soon. Have the children met her yet?"
He answered quickly, "No, not yet."
She gave a short nod. "Good. If this falls apart, at least they won't have to watch their father get left behind by someone younger."
"Mom, please..."
"No, Daniel. Absolutely not. You're bringing a stranger into your home, where your children live, and you expect everyone to accept her as your wife. Do you have any idea what people will say?"
"That doesn't matter to me."
The conversation didn't end well, but it wasn't a total loss either. At least his father chose to trust him. The real challenge remained his mother. She would look at Deanna from every angle, picking at every detail until she found something she could use against her.
Daniel already expected that, which was why he reached out to his sister-in-law. He needed her to guide Deanna, help her adjust, and maybe even suggest a wardrobe that would meet his mother's standards.
If this was going to work, Laura had to prepare her well. Advice, adjustments, anything that would help her face what was coming. Once Camila set her mind on something, she didn't let it go. She had a way of making things difficult, especially for someone stepping into the family.
From the start, Deanna didn't fit the image Camila had in mind for her eldest son.
Over the years, she had introduced Daniel to women she believed were suitable. Most of them came from families she knew well. Each time, he showed no interest and asked to be left alone. Now, out of nowhere, he claimed he was ready to marry someone no one had even heard of.
There was no way Camila would accept that without pushing back. In her mind, the situation was clear. She believed Deanna had her own motives, and she intended to prove it.
The first person she turned to was Harry.
"Tell me something. How did your brother even meet this Deanna?"
"I introduced them. Mom, you don't need to worry. She's a good person."
"I do need to worry. She'll be part of my grandchildren's lives."
"You're making a bigger deal out of this than it is. Don't you trust your youngest son?"
"No, I don't."
"Mom!"
"Everything about this feels rushed, Harry. Something isn't adding up..."
"You're reading too much into it. Daniel just decided to move forward with his life. There's nothing wrong with that. He deserves to love someone and be loved in return."
"I'm not against that, you know that. I've been hoping for it since Emily left in such a painful way. But this? Not like this."
"You're being unfair. I've known Deanna since our first year at university. Laura knows her too. She's a great person. Honestly, I'm surprised she hasn't walked away from Daniel already."
"That's because your brother holds a certain position. That matters."
"She's not interested in what he has, Mom..."
"So you call her by name now. That tells me you know her quite well."
"That's exactly what I've been trying to explain."
From that point on, caution became necessary. Until the wedding was settled, every step had to be measured. Whether Camila approved or not didn't change the outcome. The marriage would happen either way. What mattered was buying enough time so Harry and Laura wouldn't face problems later.
For Daniel, this went beyond the arrangement. He wanted to distance himself from the expectations his family held onto. His children wouldn't grow up dealing with the same pressure. Their happiness would come first, not some outdated belief that forced people into situations like this. None of it would be happening if they were simply left to live as they chose.
Still, something about Deanna stayed with him. She left an impression he hadn't planned for. Even with the difference in age, she carried herself with certainty. She knew what she wanted and didn't hesitate to speak her mind. When someone pushed, she pushed back. There was confidence in the way she held herself, along with a sense of composure.
It was obvious she didn't come from the same background as his family, yet that never seemed to hold her back or make her hesitate.
They had only crossed paths two days ago, but he couldn't shake the memory of her. The way she stepped out of the car stayed with him. Annoyance showed on her face, yet she walked toward the entrance without stopping or turning back, steady in her pace. That image lingered longer than he expected.
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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.