Contract Marriage For An Heir
Isla Kim, head of marketing, is in a tight spot. Her mother’s medical bills are piling up, and one desperate night, she takes a temporary escort gig. The man she meets? Her CEO, Damien Frost. He’s precise, cold, and for the first time, intrigued. Seeing potential in her intelligence, discretion, and… compatibility, he offers her a contract: marry him, carry his heir, and the company will ensure her debts and family are taken care of. Isla knew it was a bad idea, but what could she do? Her mother's life was on the line.
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Damien Frost has everything: wealth, power, a company that bends to his will… except for one thing. His family demands an heir, and no matter how many therapists he consults, nothing works. Until he sees her. One glance, one subtle move, and he’s intrigued in a way he can’t explain. But she’s his employee, and he is a CEO who doesn’t mix business with pleasure… or at least, that’s what he tells himself.
One contract. One child. One rule: keep it professional. But every look, every interaction, draws them closer to a line neither of them thought they’d cross.
Snippet:
"Ms Kim this, Ms Kim that. You've never said my name before."
"I'm trying to be professional. Something you clearly don't understand else you wouldn't be sitting here in this ridiculous outfit at a bar of all places."
"Wow, professionalism." I rolled my eyes sarcastically. "You call leah by her name... why isn't that an issue."
"That's..."
"Different. I know. She's been your assitant for nearly a decade while I'm the girl you hired to give you babies."
"You're more than just that to me, Ms-"
He swallowed the last words but I heard them. A bitter laugh escaped my lips and raised my head, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall. "You won't even say it." I spoke in a low voice, scared of the words ready to be ripped out of my mouth, and the emotions they brought. "I know this is just a deal and I shouldn't expect more from you than you've given me... but can't I be selfish enough to ask for that one thing?"
"I... I can't say it."
"Yeah, no shit." I scoffed bitterly, standing up in my broken heels and messed up dress. I couldn’t be in his presence a second longer or I'd break.
"I can't say it because I don't want our relationship to be more personal than it is." He yelled before I could leave.
"Personal? Personal! I'm supposed to have your child Mr Frost, it doesn't get more personal than that."
A beat of silence stretched and he released a heavy sigh, extendjng an arm toward me. "Let's just go home, we can talk about this later."
"No." I shook my head violently, tears spilling from them. "I'll go home. You can go fuck yourself... and Leah while you're at it."
Part of me wanted to turn back to see if he was chasing after me, or even contemplating doing it. But I couldn't face yet another rejection in the same night. I walked and walked until my feet felt heavy and by the time I reached my house, there was no one behind. "Of course, what did I expect?" To Damien Frost, I'm nothing but a tool.