đź“– The CEO Contract Bride
The morning light filtered softly through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long, quiet shadows across the polished floor.
Tessa stood near the edge of the room, still taking in her surroundings.
Everything here felt… too perfect.
Too quiet.
Too controlled.
She exhaled slowly, adjusting the strap of her small bag on her shoulder.
A knock came at the door.
Tessa turned.
"Come in."
The door opened, and a neatly dressed maid stepped inside, bowing slightly.
"Good morning, ma'am. Breakfast is ready."
Ma'am.
The word felt unfamiliar.
Tessa hesitated for a brief moment before nodding.
"Thank you."
---
She followed the maid downstairs, her footsteps light against the marble stairs.
The house was already awake, but not in a chaotic way. Everything moved with precision—staff walking with purpose, rooms already cleaned, silence maintained like a rule rather than a coincidence.
When she reached the dining area, she stopped.
The CEO was already there.
Seated at the head of the long table.
Reading something on his tablet.
He didn't look up immediately.
Tessa approached slowly and took a seat at the far end, unsure if she was supposed to sit closer or not.
A servant began serving breakfast silently.
Eggs. Toast. Fruit. Coffee.
Simple, but elegantly arranged.
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A few moments passed before he finally spoke.
"You're awake early."
His voice broke the quiet.
Tessa looked up slightly.
"I didn't want to oversleep."
He nodded once, still focused on his screen.
"You'll need to adjust your routine."
She blinked.
"Adjust?"
"Yes. Your presence will occasionally be required during business-related events or meetings."
Tessa paused.
"So this isn't just staying here and… pretending?"
He lowered his tablet and looked at her.
"No. It's a functional arrangement."
She leaned back slightly in her chair.
"Functional," she repeated under her breath.
That word seemed to define everything about him.
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After a brief pause, Tessa decided to ask the question she had been holding since the contract.
"What happens next?"
He studied her for a moment before responding.
"You will be formally introduced as my wife."
Tessa's posture straightened.
"To the public?"
"Yes."
"Today?"
"Soon."
She nodded slowly, absorbing the information.
Her mind began to race again.
Public appearances.
Expectations.
Eyes watching.
Judgments waiting.
This wasn't just a private agreement anymore.
It was becoming visible.
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"Before that," he continued, "you need to understand the terms clearly."
Tessa looked at him.
"I already read the contract."
"This is beyond the written terms."
His tone remained calm, but there was a subtle seriousness beneath it.
Tessa sat upright again.
"Alright. Go on."
---
He placed his tablet aside.
"There are three primary rules you must follow."
She listened carefully.
"First—our relationship must appear authentic in public. That includes behavior, interaction, and consistency."
Tessa nodded.
"Second—personal boundaries must not be crossed without mutual agreement."
She raised a brow slightly at that but remained silent.
"And third—no emotional interference."
Tessa paused.
"Emotional interference?"
"Yes. Avoid attachment. Avoid expectations."
She leaned slightly forward.
"That sounds impossible," she said honestly.
His gaze remained steady.
"It is possible if you maintain control."
Tessa looked at him for a moment, studying his expression.
He spoke about emotions as if they were variables to manage.
Not something to experience.
---
"And what about you?" she asked.
He raised a brow slightly.
"Do you follow the same rules?"
"Yes."
His answer was immediate.
But something about his tone suggested that, for him, rules were not optional—they were natural.
Tessa exhaled softly.
"Alright."
---
The room fell quiet again for a moment.
Then Tessa spoke, more cautiously this time.
"So… when do I start?"
"Today."
Her eyes widened slightly.
"That soon?"
"Yes."
He stood up from his seat, signaling the conversation was nearing its end.
"You will accompany me to an event this evening."
Tessa stood as well.
"What kind of event?"
"A business gathering."
She nodded.
"Anything I should know?"
He paused briefly.
"Observe more than you speak."
Tessa gave a small nod.
"Understood."
---
He began walking toward the exit of the dining area.
Tessa followed behind him at a respectful distance.
At the doorway, he stopped.
Without turning around, he said,
"Your room is on the second floor. You'll find everything prepared."
Tessa hesitated for a second.
Then asked, "And you…?"
He glanced slightly over his shoulder.
"I will be working."
Short, direct.
As always.
---
Tessa watched as he walked away down the hallway.
His presence seemed to leave the space with him, returning the house to its quiet, controlled atmosphere.
She stood there for a moment, thinking.
Then slowly made her way back upstairs.
---
Her room was exactly as she had left it.
Spacious.
Clean.
Unfamiliar.
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, letting out a slow breath.
Then she walked over to the window and looked outside.
The grounds stretched far beyond what she could see clearly.
Gardens.
Pathways.
Security posts.
A world she wasn't used to.
---
Tessa placed her bag on the bed and sat down.
For a moment, she allowed herself to think freely.
"This isn't temporary in feeling… even if it is temporary on paper."
Living here.
Acting as someone's wife.
Being watched.
Being expected to perform.
It wasn't simple.
But she had already agreed.
And backing out wasn't an option.
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Her phone buzzed suddenly.
Tessa picked it up.
A message from an unknown number:
"Driver will be ready at 5 PM. Be prepared."
No name.
No introduction.
Just instructions.
She stared at the message for a moment, then locked her phone.
So it begins.
---
Tessa stood up and walked toward the mirror in the room.
She looked at her reflection.
Same face.
Same eyes.
But her reality had shifted overnight.
She adjusted her posture slightly.
"If I'm going to do this," she muttered softly, "then I'll do it properly."
---
Outside the room, the mansion remained quiet.
Inside, a new chapter of her life had already begun.
And somewhere within that silence…
Two lives that were never meant to cross paths had started moving in the same direction.