Who Wrote 'I Signed The Papers While She Wore My Wedding Dress'?

On my son Theo’s birthday, my husband Dashiell brought home his first love, Sabrina. My son was forgotten, I was ignored, and my mother-in-law treated me like a servant. Dashiell, instead of comforting me, declared that because Sabrina was dying of cancer, he would fake a divorce and marry her to fulfill her dying wish. I could no longer endure it—I decided to turn the “fake divorce” into a real one. Dashiell thought he had everything under control, but he underestimated me…

First Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy You'll regret this, Charlotte, I'll make sure of that," Sebastian threatened furiously at the woman who crashed into his car.  Sebastian Gerano is the most feared businessman, not only in his country but beyond, due to his arrogant and ruthless nature. He isn't one to forgive or forget.  Charlotte Brooks, the only daughter of the famous Brooks family crashes into his car and refuses to bow before Sebastian daring him to do his worst.  Will Sebastian manage to bring her to her knees especially now that she is bound to marry him or will Charlotte manage to stand up to her husband especially when she finds out that he is her arch enemy's lover?   Find out in My Marriage is a Contract.  

She was his wife in every way that mattered. Except the one way that was real. Seven years. One document. Everything gone. June Cross walked away from her father's empire for a man who called her temporary from the start. Now she has nothing — except a secret, a suitcase, and one night she can't stop thinking about. She doesn't remember every detail. The bar. The bourbon. The stranger with quiet eyes and steady hands who looked at her like she was the only real thing in a room full of noise. She remembers enough. What she doesn't know — what she can't know yet — is that the stranger remembers everything. And he already knows her name. Dante Reyes doesn't do feelings. He does leverage, acquisitions, and victory — in that order. What he's offering isn't romance. It isn't rescue. It's a contract. She thinks it's temporary. He knows better. But what's coming for them both is something neither of them planned for — and not everyone is going to survive it intact. She thought the hardest thing was finding out her marriage was a lie. She had no idea what was still coming for her.

On my wedding day, Ethan Westbrook's ex-girlfriend sent word that she was terminally ill. Her dying wish was to wear a wedding dress once in her life. Ethan locked me in the waiting room while he prepared to hold the ceremony with her instead of me to fulfill this wish. I heard his impatient voice through the door as he said to me, "Can't you show some compassion? She's dying. What's wrong with granting her one final wish?" Later, the guy next door who had carried a torch for me for years climbed to the rooftop and begged me to marry him. Ethan stared at me with bloodshot eyes. "Are you really going to throw away our seven-year relationship just for him?" I brushed his hand away. "Should I just let him die? It's only a marriage certificate. Where's your compassion now?"

I overslept by six hours on my wedding day. By the time I got there, my fiancée, Yvonne Burke, had already gone through the entire ceremony with her ex, Tony Cooke. I stood there, drenched in sweat. Yvonne just smiled and came clean. "I was the one who drugged you. Tony wanted a wedding ceremony. It's not a big deal, so I gave him one." Like she was afraid I'd make a scene, she added, "Be good. Next week, I'll get the marriage certification with you. Besides, throwing a fit now won't change anything. Look—even if he takes off the suit, it still won't fit you." My eyes landed on the groom. The suit he was wearing was the one I'd spent nearly six months picking out. Everyone held their breath, waiting for me to lose it. Instead, I felt a wave of relief. She should've told me sooner. I'd already been having second thoughts. My ex once said that if I ever dared get married, she'd show up in a wedding dress and steal me away. Looks like everything worked out perfectly. We both got what we wanted.

On the day I tried on my wedding dress, a stranger burst into the VIP fitting room and slashed me with a knife. She tore my dress to shreds, her face twisted with rage. "A gold-digger like you doesn't deserve a dress this expensive!" The blade, soaked in sulfuric acid, pierced my abdomen, and I collapsed in agony. She grabbed my hair and slapped me, snarling, "Clarence promised to marry me! You're nothing but a homewrecker!" Blood stained my gown as the truth hit me. My boyfriend of seven years had been cheating on me. "Keep staring, huh? My man runs this city. I could kill you, and no one would touch me!" she taunted, smug as hell. With bloodied hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed my brother. "Chris, come get me from the bridal shop. And tell the Thompsons the engagement is off."