Irresistible Marriage: The Billionaire's Rented Bride

Pretend Girlfriend Needed

DEVON'S POV

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"And done. It's uploading" Stephen exclaims and Devon peeks through his shoulder into the laptop to see the work that his good friend has done and so far, he was impressed.

Devon scrolls through the website to see the content that's been displayed there. This was actually going to work after all.

"This is nice" he commends Stephen's efforts while his friend basked in pride.

"I know it is. I created it after all" Stephen replies, priding himself in his little work while Devon''s eyes are searching frantically trying to make sure that everything is in order. The sooner he launches the ad online, the closer he is in achieving his goals.

"I love it" Devon stated, happy that everything is going exactly as it should be.

"I'll launch it and since my number is there, I'll be the one to meet up with whoever applys and if I feel like she's up to your standards then I'll send her over to you so that you can conclude and make the final decision. That way, we'll be able to filter the shaft from the grain" he proposed and Devon nods in approval.

"I like the idea. Launch it and please this should be between the two of us. No one else should find out about this okay?"

"Noted boss dude"

Stephen successfully managed to launch the ad online, praying hopefully in his hearts of hearts that someone responds to it cause he is running out of time. The quicker he prepares for this, the better it'll be for him.

"It's on and now" Stephen announced "Now we wait"

"Okay" Devon agrees even though deep down, he wants it to be as soon as possible.

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REYA'S POV

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"Hello Mrs Dante"

The elderly lady turns her back to see her beautiful neighbor standing in front of her shop. She looks worn out and tired and even though she'll never admit to it, she actually needs rest. She's just too young to stress herself out like this, the older woman thought within herself, giving her a pitiful look.

Just how long is she going to suffer? She had a sick brother waiting at the hospital and she still had to work through odd jobs to survive for the day. How on earth was she still standing without breaking down by now?

"Reya, you're back. I made dinner. Let me go and get it for you" she announced before heading into her small shop. She emerges later with a bowl covered with her favourite meal.

"I haven't opened it yet but it smells divine Mrs Dante" she praised the older lady who in return, pinches her cheeks lovingly.

"Make sure that you eat until you're full"

She chuckles "You spoil me too much"

"And that's because you take good care of me. I pray that the man who falls for you is worth it because you are a blessing."

Reya rolls her eyes at that statement "I think you better pray that I make enough money to take you out of the slums. You don't deserve to stay in a place like this and I don't need any man to achieve it. I can do it quite nicely on my own you know."

"Too modest. Go inside, I'll make sure to run you a bath later" Reya thanks the old lady gratefully and makes her way up the one story building where her apartment lies.

It's a small room with a wooden table and chairs, although neatly arranged. The paint on the walls are peeling off in most places exposing the wall to damp weather conditions but it was cosy enough for her and that's all that matters.

She places her bag down and proceeds to her little bathroom to have a shower which Mrs Dante has prepared for her. She's a really nice woman that has taken a liking to her ever since she moved in here. Most times, she tries to turn down her help but it only encourages her to do more so he stopped. Who was she to refuse the kind gestures anyway.

Today has really been a stressful day because she has done over ten menial jobs. No one can blame her though. She needs the money to pay for her little's brother medical bills so she doesn't mind tilling the entire earth just so that he can afford his surgery. He was all that she got and she couldn't afford to loose him.

She finished her bath and decides to scan for more jobs online as she ate her meal.

So she sat down on her small bed and opened up her laptop which she was able to acquire at a discounted price. It has really come in handy in helping her search for jobs online and also access the internet at her comfort.

She surfs through the internet, searching for something simple and suitable for someone like her when her eyes comes across a website ad that popped online.

It reads;

"Pretend Bride Needed for two months. Apply in person"

She opens the ad and scrolls through the contents, qualities and requirements.

✓ Must be polite, humble and a good actress.

✓ Tall, beautiful, well-spoken and must have a great sense of fashion.

✓ Must be 5'7 to 5'9ft tall

✓ Must be willing to compromise and take drastic decisions when needed.

She continues reading whilst munching on her food at the same time, thinking why someone would be looking for all these qualities in a woman just for a job. She is about to log out of the site thinking it is a Ponzi scheme when she sees the pay fully stated there.

"Sixty thousand f*****g dollars!!!" she screams, almost choking on her food. She takes the pen and paper and quickly scribbles down the number on the website.

This money would fix Ryan's surgery and set her up for life. She wouldn't go broke ever In her entire life. She would finally be able to give Ryan a good life, just like she promised their late parents. She would finally go back to school. This is a good opportunity and sadly, she's not going to let it go down the drain.

She finished her meal and quickly dials the number she got from the site on her silly excuse of a cellphone.

The receiver picks up after the second ring.

"Hello who am I unto?" The voice requests and she slowly lets out a deep breath.

"Hello, it's Reya Daniels on the line. I'm calling in regards to the ad I saw online. I wanted to see if the spot is still available?" She asks in the calmest voice that she could muster.

"Um yeah sure. The interview's tomorrow morning. Eight sharp so if you're up for it then I'll text you the address"

"I'd really appreciate that. Thank you"

"You're most welcome"

He hangs up and a few minutes later, her phone chimes and she reads out the address. It's on Maple Street. One of the biggest streets in Florida. She'll have to look fancy for this occasion so she picked out a dress and irons it to get the wrinkles out. She makes sure to cut and trim her hair so that she won't be late tomorrow. The interview is by eight and he wouldn't want to arrive late.

That night, for the first time in ages, she had a peaceful sleep with high expectations.

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The next morning, Reya wakes up early to shower and puts in her clothes then style her hair before finishing the look with a pair of sandals. It's a bit worn out but then again It was the only pair she has.

She picks her bag and heads out after telling Mrs Dante about her job interview.

Sh hails a cab and gets in after giving the driver direction to the place.

She arrives at her destination and it is a company boldly written DEVON'S TECH INCORPORATED.

She calls the number again just to be sure before she was led into the office to meet Stephen.

"He'll be with you soon" the lady she assumes was his secretary tells her and she gives her a cheerful smile. One that is able to lead a man into temptation.

The door flies open and Stephen steps in to see a ravishing lady seated on the chair opposite his table. He doesn't say this often but damn this woman is fine. Her faded clothes didn't do justice to the fair skin that were hidden underneath. Her hair was neatly styled and her lips were oval shaped.

Devon will covert to being straight after he sees this. This was far better than he anticipated and he's pretty sure that she's bagging a huge ass down there.

"Hi the name's Stephen" he extends his hands towards her and she took it.

"Not bad" Reya thought to herself as her eyes raked down Stephen's body. At least he's very young and handsome and more especially, not old. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"So you're the one hiring?"

Stephen points to himself "Me? Hell no. It's a friend but I'm pretty much like the appetizer before you get to meet the full course meal." He flashed his killer smile at her.

"Oh" she acknowledged in understanding. Looks like she spoke a little too soon.

"The thing is that you pass for me but you're still going to need Devon's approval. He's the one to make the final call."

"Devon? As in the owner of this company?"

"You're pretty smart. I like that. Yeah he's the one so I'll give you his address so that you'll finish off the interview at his place"

"Okay" she muttered. Still thinking if it was worth it to go further.

Stephen writes down Devon's address on a piece of paper and hands it over to her. Reya receives it thankfully.

"But is he expecting me? I wouldn't want to barge into someone's house unannounced."

"Oh yes he is" Stephen lies with a smug grin on his face. He can't wait to see Devon's reaction when he meets this sexiness of a woman. She was pretty much a walking temptation. He'll be in for a total surprise.

"Alright, thank you"

She stands up and exits the office and Stephen is glad that he didn't embarrass himself in front of her. Wait, he didn't even ask for her name. Oh well, that's Devon's stress to deal with now and not his.

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Reya arrives at the address the guy at the office gave to her. She enters and is graced by a beautiful apartment decorated with pretty flowers. A black SUV is neatly parked at a corner and she stops to admire before walking up the front porch. She takes a deep breath before knocking.

She knocks again and is about to knock for the third time when the door flies open to reveal an incredibly sexy man with messy, dark and curly hair, wearing a white robe. And here she was thinking that the man at the office was handsome. He was no where compared to the image in front of her. If sexiness was a person then it most definitely would be this man standing in front of her. It's almost like an angel was thrown down from heaven and sent to live amongst humans. Damn!