Cedric and Veronica agreed to enter a contractual marriage for personal reasons. But can they still keep their arrangement purely business when one starts falling in love with the other? **** When the elusive billionaire Cedric Ford's only option is to get married in order to inherit the family business and fulfill his grandmother's dying wish, he devises the perfect plan so his marriage would only last for a year. Hire a professional to act as his wife, pay her a hefty amount of money and part ways without problems. This way, he gets to kill two birds with one stone; he secures the business and make his gran happy. Well- that was the plan at least until his cousin accidentally fucked everything up and he was forced to propose to the wrong person on national television. EXCERPT: "You know what to do, right?" he began saying but she seemed to not hear it as the woman only continued to stare at him, confusion starting to paint her face but Cedric can't let that happen since a lot of people are watching them so he wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her closer and started acting like an affectionate lover before bringing his mouth to her ear, "You know what to do, right?" he whispered the same thing again and her back stiffened in response. There Cedric knew that his suspicions were correct. The woman in his arms isn't a professional. His jaw clenched thinking about what Lucas had done before eventually deciding to lead the show. Cedric kept the woman in his arms to look as intimate as possible before stealthily sliding the ring he thankfully found earlier in the pocket of his jacket. Veronica's mouth went dry as his warm breath touched her skin while everything happened so fast from there that she didn't even notice how he had already slipped a ring on her finger. Her breathing hitched when she spotted the extravagant jewelry sitting on her hand before a series of clap and cheers surrounded the hall...

*On Hiatus* *Read at your own Risk* Abby swore three things on her parents' grave: 1. Graduate College 2. Get a Job 3. Get a Decent Apartment (so she could finally stop slaving away to get on her Aunt's good books) Well, that was the plan at least before the ghost in her Aunt's house suddenly confessed his undying love (no pun intended) for her. For Ages 18+ Contains sexual content and language intended for mature audiences only. Viewer discretion is advised. EXCERPT: "Abby...wake up," Her eyes jolted open as soon as a splash of cold air touched her ears like a whisper. Sweat covered her body while another trickled her forehead. The feeling made her icky all over. Her arms are sprawled to her sides, her legs outstretched while her breathing was hot and heavy. Did she just have a wet dream!? she thought in shock. Just like in her dream, Noah was on top of her only this time he floated over Abby while worry crossed his face. "You okay? You're sweating buckets. I heard you crying so I ran-well floated here as fast as I can." The dream still felt fresh so Abby had a hard time thinking of anything else. The bed cover stirred as she moves into an upright sitting position, away from him. She pulled the white duvet to cover herself in an attempt to hide her stiff n*****s. God, she can't believe that she just had a steamy hot dream about the ghost in front of her. Why would she even dream about him and her doing that? Abby mused on exasperatedly...