CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH THE ARROGANT BILLIONAIRE

CHASING GREATNESS

“You could be the CEO or even the secretary in your father’s company if that’s what you want,” Mom continud, trying to persuade me.

“That’s not what I want, Mom,” I replied gently but firmly. “Please let me pursue my dream. I know you and Dad want the best for me, but this...this is the life I choose.”

She sighed, realizing there was no changing of mind.

“Alright, sweetheart,” she said at last. “I’m worried about you, but I trust you’ll be fine. You’ve grown into a beautiful, smart, and resilient woman.”

She pinched my cheeks affectionately, and I smiled.

“Love you, Mom. You’re the best,” I said. “Let’s toast to my first step toward achieving my dreams.”

I poured wine into two glasses and handed her one. We clinked our glasses together and drank, laughing softly.

Afterward, I helped her finish cooking and washed the dishes. Then I left her in the living room and went upstairs to prepare for the next day. In my room, I laid out the clothes I planned to wear for my first day at work. I lay on my bed afterward, imagining how tomorrow would unfold, until sleep wrapped me in its gentle arms.

The Next Day

I yawned lazily, peeking at my alarm clock with heavy eyes.

“There’s still time to sleep,” I murmured, drifting back.

Then it hit me.

Work.

7:30 a.m.

I shot upright. “f**k!”

It was already 7:00.

I leapt out of bed, slipped into my pink fluffy teddy-bear slippers, and rushed into the bathroom. Minutes later, I came out drying my hair with a towel. I moisturized my skin, blow-dried my hair, and dressed quickly in a fitted pencil skirt and a crop top. I slipped into black heels, brushed my long blonde hair, and applied light makeup with a bold lipstick to finish.

I smiled at my reflection and winked.

Today, I was going to own the room.

“Ready for” Mom’s voice cut off as she lifted her head and saw me. Her eyes widened. “You look like a goddess.”

“Thank you, Mom,” I said, kissing her cheek before sitting down to eat the breakfast she’d prepared.

I arrived at J.J Company at exactly 7:35.

Shit. I was late on my first day, of all days.

After paying the cab driver, I stepped out and stared up at the towering building with the bold inscription:

JERRY JADE COMPANY

“Whoa,” I gasped.

The interior was just as breathtaking, sleek, grand, and luxurious. No wonder it was the top-ranking company in the States. Jerry Jade Company wasn’t just rich. It was powerful, booming, and untouchable.

I had done my research and confirmed this was the richest company in the country.

I was lost in admiration that I didn’t immediately notice the stares.

Then I did.

Men stopped mid-step as I walked past them. Some openly stared, others whispered. Groups of women gathered in twos and threes, their eyes following me, voices dropping into hushed gossip.

“She’s beautiful,” I heard someone whisper.

I lifted my chin and walked on with a look of confidence on my face.