In the glittering skyline of Chicago, where fortunes rise as fast as they fall, Laura Castillo has made a career out of heartbreak—literally. As a professional bride, she’s survived by marrying desperate men for money, selling illusions of love with a flawless smile and a perfectly tailored dress. But behind the practiced charm is a woman drowning in emotional debts, haunted by a dying father’s final wish and a parasitic mother’s relentless demands.

When Andy Hayes, billionaire heir to the Hayes empire, offers Laura a six-month marriage contract to secure his inheritance, it seems like just another cold transaction. But Andy is nothing like her previous clients—he’s sharp, dominant, devastatingly attractive, and infuriatingly perceptive. He sees the cracks beneath Laura’s mask. And he’s hiding battle scars of his own.

Their arrangement requires total discretion, shared living space, and a convincing performance for the press. But as cohabitation turns into chemistry, and chemistry ignites into something deeper, both Laura and Andy begin to lose control of a game they thought they’d mastered. Secrets surface. Ghosts from Laura’s past claw back for revenge. And the contract binding them begins to feel a lot like fate.

“This was supposed to be a deal,” Laura whispers, her voice trembling as Andy’s hand cups her jaw.
“It still is,” he murmurs, lips brushing hers. “I’m just changing the terms.”

Tense, sensual, and packed with emotional grit, The Marriage Broker is a modern romance about two broken souls who fake everything—until love is the only truth left. If you’re drawn to contract marriages, slow-burn chemistry, emotional redemption, and stories where survival turns into seduction, this one’s for you.

Sometimes, the most dangerous lies are the ones you tell yourself… until someone calls your bluff with love.

The Marriage Broker

Chapter 26: The Mirror

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**Andy's POV**
The study feels like a confession booth, all shadows and warm light from the fireplace. I pour myself three fingers of brandy, the amber liquid catching the flames like liquid gold. Laura sits in the leather chair across from me, her posture rigid, defensive. The space between us mig...

**Andy's POV**

The study feels like a confession booth, all shadows and warm light from the fireplace. I pour myself three fingers of brandy, the amber liquid catching the flames like liquid gold. Laura sits in the leather chair across from me, her posture rigid, defensive. The space between us mig...

Chapter 14: Flames of Truth