His Paper Wife, His Luxury EscortEN

"Hi, Ivanna. What are you doing here so early?" Chloe Brooks asked as she rose from the sofa and walked into the sitting room, where Ivanna was waiting. Ivanna was her only friend and also the younger sister of Chloe's husband, Dante Montgomery.

Ivanna greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, then gave her a once-over. She had never approved of the way Chloe dressed. Her friend looked more like a woman twice her age than someone in her early twenties, and those frumpy clothes did nothing for her gorgeous, untouched body.

"I want to invite you to a party this Friday. What do you say?" she asked.

Chloe sighed. It was always the same thing. Ivanna could go to as many parties as she wanted and stir up as much gossip as she pleased. Dante always protected her, no matter what, because she was his beloved little sister.

"No."

It was Chloe's usual answer. She walked back to the sofa and sat down gracefully, her back perfectly straight.

"Please. You need a distraction." Ivanna dropped onto the couch in complete contrast to Chloe's poised posture, pulling both legs up beneath her. "You need sex. Lots of sex."

Heat rushed to Chloe's cheeks. She glanced around nervously, hoping none of the household staff had overheard.

"Keep your voice down. People will start rumors," she hissed.

Ivanna arched an eyebrow and rolled her eyes.

"What rumors? That my idiot brother has never slept with you?" She folded her arms across her chest.

"Everyone who works in this house already knows. They know how miserable you are." She let out a frustrated sigh. "Come with me. You'll have fun."

This time, it sounded more like a plea than an invitation.

Chloe shook her head. She couldn't risk showing up somewhere Ivanna would be. A scandal was practically guaranteed, and if she got caught in the middle of it, the consequences would be disastrous.

Ivanna finally gave up. Even though Dante was her brother, her friendship with Chloe meant more to her. It broke her heart to watch her best friend live such an unhappy life.

Chloe was the wife of the powerful CEO Dante Montgomery, the richest and most influential man in the country, a billionaire whose fortune surpassed anything most people could imagine.

Their marriage had been nothing more than an arrangement between two powerful families. The moment Chloe turned eighteen, she was forced to leave college and marry him.

At first, she had been excited by the idea of becoming Dante Montgomery's wife. When they first met, he'd been kind, attentive, even charming.

Everything changed after the wedding.

On their wedding night, when Chloe had dreamed of giving her virginity to her husband, Dante simply walked away. He didn't say a word. He didn't offer a single explanation.

That was only the beginning of their lifeless marriage.

Dante rarely spoke to her unless it involved a public appearance she was expected to attend as Mrs. Montgomery.

To the rest of the world, they were the perfect couple.

Inside their sprawling mansion, they were complete strangers.

They hardly ever crossed paths during the day, and they certainly never spent their nights together. Their schedules were arranged so they ate breakfast, lunch, and even dinner at different times. Though more often than not, Dante didn't eat at the mansion at all. He usually came home late, went straight to bed, and left again the next morning.

Like every morning, Chloe was already dressed the way Mrs. Montgomery was expected to look. Despite being only twenty-two, she wore tailored suits that made her seem years older.

Her long chestnut hair was swept into an elegant bun, and her makeup was understated. Pale pink lips. Almond-shaped eyes that had long since lost their sparkle.

Her gaze drifted to her left hand.

There had never been an engagement ring.

Dante had claimed everything happened so quickly that he hadn't had time to commission the perfect ring for his perfect fiancée. He promised he'd give it to her after they were married.

That promise had been made four years ago.

Married life was unbearably dull.

In four years, he hadn't touched her, not even by accident. Whenever they appeared together in public, physical contact was kept to the bare minimum. Usually, she would slip her hand through his arm, or he would lightly rest an arm around her waist. Even then, his hand never truly touched her.

She felt like nothing more than a wife on paper.

At just twenty-two years old, she had never experienced the pleasure of sex or the touch of a man who could make her moan through the night.

She had read countless erotic novels, each one making her long for a passionate affair like the heroines always seemed to find. But she was too closely associated with her illustrious husband. One tiny mistake would brand her as the villain. Her family would cast her out, disown her, and leave her with nothing. She had never worked a day in her life or learned how to support herself.

After Ivanna left, Chloe was once again alone in the enormous mansion. She headed to her private studio, where she spent most of her days finding ways to pass the time.

Today, she planned to sketch whatever came to mind. She picked up her sketchbook, and just as she was about to let her imagination take over, her phone buzzed with a message.

She frowned at the screen.

The number was private.

She hesitated before opening it, but curiosity got the better of her.

The moment she did, dozens of photos began downloading.

Photo after photo showed her handsome husband having sex with different women.

Her eyes filled with tears, not from heartbreak, but from rage.

The man she'd been tied to for four years, the one who wouldn't touch her under any circumstances, had been sleeping with as many women as he pleased while she was left to waste away, untouched.

"That pathetic bastard," she muttered, locking her phone before letting out a shaky breath and wiping away her tears.

A moment later, she unlocked it again and studied each photo more carefully.

"Well... he's definitely well-endowed," she whispered, zooming in on one picture that displayed her husband's impressive length in all its glory.

"Wait a second." She set the phone on her desk. "If he's cheating on me... then why do I owe him my loyalty?"

She picked up her phone again, but this time it wasn't to look at more pictures of her cheating husband.

She called Ivanna.

"What time's the party?" she asked as soon as Ivanna answered.

She had been married off at eighteen to a man who had promised her everything.

In a way, he'd kept that promise.

She wanted for nothing financially.

But there was one thing money could never buy.

She wanted to be satisfied as a woman. She wanted a man who would take her hard, with raw, unrestrained passion.

Now, four years into her marriage, she finally understood one undeniable truth.

Her husband, the powerful Dante Montgomery, would never be that man.