Mr CEO’s Ninety Day Wife

The first time Anna Cole walked into the office of Triston Black, she understood immediately why people feared him His arrogant looks, the way he carried himself. The air in the room felt colder. Quieter. Like even the walls were careful not to offend him. Anna tightened her fingers around the folder she was holding and stepped forward. Across the massive desk, Triston Black didn’t look up immediately. His attention remained on the document in front of him, his pen moving slowly as he signed the last page. The CEO of Black’s Enterprise had a reputation that stretched across the entire city. Ruthless. Untouchable. Dangerously powerful And Charming too. Anna had worked as his assistant for eight months, yet every time she entered his office her heart still beat a little faster. Not out of attraction. At least that was what she told herself. “Mr Black,” she said softly. His pen stopped. Only then did he lift his head. Dark eyes met hers. Cold. Sharp. Observant. “Close the door, Miss Cole.” Her stomach tightened. This was unusual, what does he want? Anna walked toward the desk, trying to ignore the way his gaze followed her every step. You asked to see me, Triston leaned back in his chair slowly. For a moment he simply studied her, then smirked Anna resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably under his gaze. He had that effect on people. Even board members twice his age struggled to hold eye contact with him. “You’ve worked here eight months,” he said finally. “Yes.” “You’re efficient.” Beautiful, too Anna blinked. Compliments were rare coming from him. “Thank you, sir.” He slid a thin black folder toward her. “Read it.” Anna frowned slightly but picked it up. Inside was a contract. A very strange one. Her eyes scanned the first page. Then the second. By the third page, her breath caught. “Marriage?” Her head lifted instantly. Triston’s expression didn’t change. Yes. Anna stared at him. Surely she had misunderstood. You want me to… marry you? His voice remained calm. Don’t get so excited “Temporarily.” Anna blinked again. That didn’t make it better. “What kind of joke is this?” It isn’t one, Mr Black said coldly. The certainty in his tone made her chest tighten. She looked back at the contract. A sixty-day marriage agreement. Public appearances. Media confirmation. Shared residence. Fake Affection And at the bottom of the page Compensation: two million dollars. Anna’s heart skipped. Two million. That number alone made her hands tremble. Her mother’s hospital bill flashed in her mind. The doctor’s words echoed painfully. Without surgery soon, her condition will worsen. Anna had spent months searching for help. Loans. Extra work. Even had the thought of becoming a Night worker. Anything. Nothing had been enough. And now… Two million dollars sat right in front of her. But this was insane. She looked up again. Why me? Triston stood. Tall. Intimidating. He walked slowly around the desk until he stopped in front of her. Too close. Anna forced herself not to step back. My grandfather left a condition in his will, he said. To secure my inheritance, I must be married. Her brows furrowed. So marry someone you love, she said He looked at her with dark Eyes That isn’t an option, he said The air between them felt suddenly heavier. Anna glanced back at the contract. Why your assistant? Because you’re convenient. The answer stung more than she expected. Convenient. Disposable. Temporary. Just a tool. Anna closed the folder slowly. And after sixty days? “We divorce.” Just like that. Simple. Emotionless. She studied his face. Trying to find some hint of manipulation. Instead, she only saw calm calculation. You expect me to agree to this? I expect you to consider it. His gaze dropped briefly to the contract. Two million dollars should help solve whatever problem is keeping you awake at night. Anna looked at him surprised How do you know I have a problem? His voice softened slightly. You’ve been taking extra shifts. You leave work late every night. You’ve sold your car. Anna’s chest tightened. He noticed all that? You’re also two months behind on rent,” he added. Her face flushed instantly. I don’t appreciate you investigating my personal life. I didn’t investigate, he said calmly. I observe. Silence stretched between them. Anna stared at the contract again. Two million dollars. Her mother’s surgery. A temporary marriage. It sounded ridiculous. But also… Possible. She flipped to the final page. One Rule stood out immediately. Rule 7: Physical intimacy between both parties is strictly prohibited. Anna let out a quiet breath. No touching? Triston’s voice was firm. No emotional involvement. No Real Affection No physical relationship. And most importantly, No Sex This marriage exists only on paper. Anna looked up. So we pretend to be married. Yes. For sixty days. Yes, Triston said while looking at her And after that… we walk away? Exactly. Her heart pounded. This could save her mother’s life. But it also meant stepping into a world she didn’t belong in. She slowly placed the folder back on the desk. “What if I say no?” Then nothing changes. His voice remained calm. You continue working here. You continue struggling. The honesty in his tone left no room for illusions. He wasn’t begging. He was offering a business deal. Nothing more. Her fingers tightened slightly. What if someone finds out it’s fake? They won’t. And if they do? ‘He smirked’ Then they’ll learn why people don’t interfere with my life. Anna believed him. Everyone did. The room fell silent again. Two million dollars. Sixty days. No touching. Her mother’s life. Anna closed her eyes briefly. Then opened them. Alright. I’ll do it. For the first time since she had known him… A faint smile appeared on his face. He handed her a pen. Sign it. Anna hesitated only a second before writing her name. Her life had just changed. Triston took the contract back and placed it neatly inside the folder. Then he looked at her again. His voice was quieter now. Congratulations, Miss Cole, or should I say ‘Mrs Black’ Anna frowned slightly. For what? His dark eyes held hers. For becoming Mrs Black. Her heart skipped. And something about the way he said it made her nervous. Because for a brief moment… It didn’t sound temporary at all.