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The Secret Ceo's Wife

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She needed a job. He needed a wife. Neither expected to fall in love. When Elena Carter walks into Black Industries for an interview, the last thing she expects is to land the job — especially after clashing with Damon Black, the cold and arrogant CEO. But Damon has a problem: to secure a billion-dollar deal, he needs a wife… fast. And Elena? She’s desperate enough to say yes. One year. One contract. No feelings. Simple… until stolen glances turn into late-night confessions, and the line between business and love begins to blur. In a world where secrets can destroy everything, will their fake marriage survive the truth?
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 ' The interview '

THE CEO'S SECRET WIFE

Chapter 1 – "The Interview"

I was thirty minutes early.

My heart still wouldn't slow down.

The elevator doors opened, and the first thing I saw was him — the man who made headlines for firing people in less than sixty seconds. Damon Black, CEO of Black Industries.

Tall. Dark suit. Colder eyes than I'd imagined.

He walked past without a glance, but the air in the lobby felt heavier, like it belonged to him.

"Miss Carter?" the receptionist called.

I snapped out of my daze and followed her to the glass office at the end of the hall.

Inside, Damon was already there. Waiting.

"Sit," he said, not looking up from his papers.

I sat. My hands trembled.

"You're here for the personal assistant position?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I managed.

His gaze finally lifted — sharp, assessing, as if he could read my entire life in one glance.

"You're overqualified. Why apply?"

I hesitated. The truth was too humiliating — I needed the job to save my mother's house.

"I… needed a change," I said instead.

Something flickered in his eyes.

"Miss Carter," he said, leaning forward, "I don't hire liars."

My breath caught.

Before I could answer, he dropped the papers on the desk.

"Interview over."

I stood, heat rushing to my face, ready to walk out — but his nextords stopped me cold.

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