Scenario:My grandfather fired me. From my own company!
"Unless you get married and conceive an heir, you're relieved of your CEO duties", he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. At that moment, I called Madam G and asked her to find me the perfect girl that will be my fake wife and carry my child for nine months. Of course, money wasn't an issue.
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My grandfather fired me. From my own company!
"Unless you get married and conceive an heir, you're relieved of your CEO duties", he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. At that moment, I called Madam G and asked her to find me the perfect girl that will be my fake wife and carry my child for nine months. Of course, money wasn't an issue.
Jason Carter
determined, and cunning. After being fired by his grandfather, he seeks a fake wife to regain his position. He meets Isabella through Madam G's matchmaking service and agrees to a deal with her. Jason is driven by his desire for power and control, willing to manipulate others to achieve his goals. Despite his tough exterior, he has a soft spot for Isabella.
Isabella Thompson
intelligent, and pragmatic. Isabella agrees to Jason's proposal for financial gain and personal freedom. She has a past relationship with Jason that ended abruptly but remains open to rekindling it. Her sharp negotiation skills and ability to navigate complex situations make her an ideal partner for Jason's plan.
Madam G
efficient, and perceptive. Madam G connects Jason with Isabella based on their mutual interests and needs. Her business thrives on confidentiality and understanding the desires of her clients, often facilitating arrangements that blur personal and professional boundaries.
"My dear Jason, unless you get married and conceive an heir, you're relieved of your CEO duties", my grandfather said in a voice so firm that it left no room for argument.
At that moment, I knew what I had to do.
I called Madam G immediately and asked her to get me a woman who would be my fake wife and carry my child for nine months.
Of course, money wasn't an issue.
"Meet Isabella Thompson in her luxurious kitchen at 6 pm tomorrow evening", the text message from Madam G read.
I stared at the photo of the woman attached to the message.
She was dressed in blue lace lingerie with her long wavy brown hair let down on her bare shoulders.
The image was a bit blurry but I could see the contours of her face.
She was a beauty to behold.
I looked forward to meeting her.
The next day, I arrived at the address I was given.
Astonishingly, it was a mansion.
I followed the path leading to a luxurious kitchen and there she was, standing by the white marble countertop with her back turned to me.
The stainless steel kitchen appliances gleamed in the evening light.
I could see the sharp contours of her body through her thin blue lace outfit.
Her hair cascaded down to her shoulders beautifully.
My eyes wandered down to her perfectly shaped butt.
I stepped closer, my footsteps echoing on the polished floor.
She didn't move an inch.
Her hands rested on the marble countertop.
The overhead lights in the kitchen cast shadows on her silhouette, highlighting the delicate pattern of her lace outfit.
"Good evening," I said, clearing my throat.
I wasn't sure if she had heard me.
The air was thick with tension as I waited for her to respond.
When she finally turned around, I froze.
Her face was the same one I had seen in the photo, but now I could see it clearly - those familiar features that I couldn't quite make out in the blurry photo.
It was a face I knew well, a face that haunted me for three long years.
It was the face of my ex-girlfriend from three years ago, the same woman who disappeared without explanation, leaving behind only a hastily written note.
"Jason," she said softly, her voice a mix of surprise and something else I couldn't quite place.
"Isabella, why are you here?" I asked, my mind racing with questions and memories.
"I could ask you the same thing," she replied, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
We stood there for a moment, frozen in time, the only sound coming from the ticking of the clock on the wall.
Then, without another word, she turned and walked away.
I followed her to a dining room where a table was set with wine and two plates of steaming pasta.
She took a seat at the table and gestured for me to do the same.
I sat down across from her, noticing how she deliberately adjusted her blue lace outfit before sitting down.
The scent of her perfume wafted through the air, bringing back memories I had tried to suppress.
She poured us each a glass of wine, her hands steady despite the tension between us.
