Alpha, Time's Up on Our Marriage Contract!
Being disowned by my family, and being cheated on by my boyfriend and best friend seems to be the end of the world, But I have to save my mother from her illness, I need money to save her but My father, Alpha of the biggest refuses to give a single penny and chose his Mistress's daughter over me.
Desperate and alone, I was ready to take any option I could get if my mother would be saved.
I made a deal with an almost-stranger, a contract marriage! Who was forced by his grandma to get married.
A win-win situation for both of us.
He saved my mom. I married him to fulfil his Grandma's wish, But, why is my heart aching when our marriage contract is going to end?
It was a marriage deal for both of us, but when it's coming to an end, I don't want it to end?
Being disowned by my family, and being cheated on by my boyfriend and best friend seems to be the end of the world, But I have to save my mother from her illness, I need money to save her but My father, Alpha of the biggest refuses to give a single penny and chose his Mistress's daughter over me.
Desperate and alone, I was ready to take any option I could get if my mother would be saved.
I made a deal with an almost-stranger, a contract marriage! Who was forced by his grandma to get married.
A win-win situation for both of us.
He saved my mom. I married him to fulfil his Grandma's wish, But, why is my heart aching when our marriage contract is going to end?
It was a marriage deal for both of us, but when it's coming to an end, I don't want it to end?
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Chapter 2
Hailey's PoV:
"Baby! Would you prefer me or that Hailey?" The feminine voice moaned, as the slapping of skin against skin echoed in the apartment. My clothes are wet and i am soaked to my bone and the shiver of disgust rolled through me made my body shake.
"You are a wild fox baby, i prefer you over that too uptight nun Hailey." Francisco's words cut too deep. He was the one who chased after me for three years to date and now he is cheating on me!
I recovered from the shock and the anger spread through me at their betrayal. I walked towards the kitchen and filled a tub full of cold water and opened the bedroom door with a bang.
The naked couple on the bed is still busy in their fun giving me the chance to pour the water on them as they reached their climax.
"Ah! Ah!" She screeched like a dying crow and Francisco leaped from the bed and his erection deflated instantly.
"Hailey! What are you doing here?" Francisco asked in shock. He tried to hide his body behind the duvet on the bed.
"It is not what it looks like Hailey, let me explain." Sadie saylor, my bestfriend from the college said, her words seem regretable but her face shows her arrogance. She lazily covered half of her body and deliberately left her love bites on display for me to see.
"What is there to explain, Sadie! Okay, let me hear you out." I waited for a single second looking at them both with disgust and anger.
"There is nothing to explain, what were you guys doing naked! Playing cards!" My voice is dripping with sarcasm and their faces paled. They has never seen me this mad.
"Stop with your sarcasm, Hailey." Francisco's guilt filled face turned furious like i am the one who got caught cheating on him and not the other way around.
"So, I can't even make a joke out of the situation but you can sleep with the other woman!" He snapped at him and his eyes widened as he never expected me to snap.
"I know what we did was wrong but Saide didn't want to hurt you by telling the truth. We had so much time, we had a year to tell you but she thought about you." Wow! What a joke! A year! They are fooling me for a year! He is painting a picture like iam a bad guy in this! They don't want to hurt me by the truth but they want to hurt me by sleeping with each other! What an irony!
"Thank you very much for thinking about me, Sadie even if you are a bitch." Saide gasped at my insult and her fake puppy eyes turned towards Francisco who got manipulated and turned towards me with narrowed eyes.
"I am the heir of Lacey family and I can do whatever i can and take any woman I want." Looking at this man who chased after me for three years and been my boyfriend for two years I feel nothing but disgust.
How did i thought the he is the man I was going to marry one day! I sure was blind if i thought he was handsome and a gentleman.
"Do whatever you want, Mr.Francisco Lacey. I don't care anymore." I turned around to leave but he stopped me by holding my wrist but i shrugged off his touch.
"Don't be a fool, Hailey. Your mother is in the hospital and you need money for her surgery. I will provide you whatever you need." His words didn't give me any hope becuase i can't stay with a cheater for money, I can't reduce my self worth that low.
"I dont need your disgusting money, Francisco. I will get a disease from touching it." I seenered, my wolf is itching to come out and claw their eyes out. She thought Francisco was the man who will be her mate but right now she is more angry than me.
"You will regret it, Hailey." He thinks that his words will scare me but nothing scare me more than liers and cheaters.
"Never." I turned around to leave this godsfarsaken place so she can cool down and not kill them both.
"She means nothing, You are the one who is going to be my wife." He has the audacity to say these words to my face. He has proposed to me before but i rejected it because we were not ready but it doesn't mean i never thought of marrying him, my dumb head even thought about asking Sadie to be my maid of Honor, what a fool I was.
"Look at this man carefully, Sadie. You hurt me for this man who sees you nothing but a body to use. I thought you were my friend." Sadie tried too hard to not let my words bother her but her pale face gave away her fear.
"We are over, Francisco. Don't show me your face." With those last words I left his apartment.
Whatever Francisco and I had, i thought it was real. I am going to be appointed as a doctor in the prestigious hospital and I was the daughter of the Alpha Timothy. He was after my father's power and my status in the society. He never loved me.
"I am so sorry." I whispered to my wolf, who went so silent. I have hurt her with my dumb decisions. I should have listened to her when she stopped me from accepting Francisco's proposal. She wants us to wait for a man who will be our mate, who loves us, gives his loyalty and protects us from this harsh world.
I have never felt this alone in my life. There is no fight left in my body anymore.
My apartment is in a secure area, it's a tiny one bedroom apartment. I took a hot shower and laid in my bed. I don't know what I am going to do anymore. I have calculated the money I got from my part-time jobs and the money left from the my scholarship, I only have three hundred dollars in my account.
"What am I going to do, Moongodess! Why are you doing this to me! What have i done that angered you! Please, help me." I am sobbing my eyes out as my body curled in a fetal position.
"I don't have any other choice then sell myself for money. I don't think I can do that, I am not that strong to sell myself to some stranger." That thought made me cry more as loneliness and pain spread through me leaving me empty and hollow.
I didn't know that my thoughts were going to be true the next day. I never imagined what was coming my way.
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7.6
Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family.
But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party.
When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime.
Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student.
Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility.
"We are ensuring her privacy."
Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch.
His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence.
Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage.
How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money?
She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up.
Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow.
"I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her."
She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."
7.4
Fiona prepared a candlelit anniversary dinner, scallops glistening on porcelain, champagne chilling beside a "Three Years" card—her secret pregnancy swelling beneath her silk dress.
The doorbell rang, but it was just a delivery. Then Emmanuel called: his ex, Carley Marshall, crashed her car. He blew off their night.
Cramps hit like a vise. She collapsed, blood soaking her gown, screaming into the phone: "I'm losing the baby!" Emmanuel scoffed, "Fake ploy for attention," and hung up—Carley's voice cooed in the background.
Paramedics rushed her to ER for emergency D&C. The baby was gone. Audrey saved her life. Emmanuel sent lilies with a card: "Stop dramatizing."
She signed divorce papers. He laughed it off, contested everything, froze her out of hotels and clubs. Dragged her from the St. Regis by force, dumped her sobbing on a rainy sidewalk with her suitcase in puddles—Gus drove off without looking back.
He thought she was manipulating him, playing jealous games for attention. But she'd truly carried his child, bled out alone while he comforted Carley. How could he not believe her, even after the hospital proof? Why twist her agony into lies?
Now blacklisted and broke, Fiona clutched her grandfather's antique restoration tools. No more begging—she'd expose his cruelty, rebuild from the ashes, and make him regret ever underestimating her.
7.2
I thought I was just marrying a middle-class commercial pilot who proposed to me in a Brooklyn cemetery to fulfill his grandmother's bizarre dying wish.
But when an arrogant pilot tried to harass me at the airport, my "ordinary" husband suddenly appeared, his eyes like chips of ice.
"Take your hand off my wife."
With that single cold command, he had the airline's top executives groveling and the man practically fired on the spot.
Everyone called him "Mr. Chandler." He handed me an exclusive black Centurion card, claiming it was just a standard "manager's perk." His retired parents, who supposedly ran a small business, visited me wearing Patek Philippe watches. I ignored all the glaring red flags, foolishly believing I had just lucked into a stable, caring marriage after a lifetime of disappointments.
Yet, despite his constant, suffocating generosity, he kept a physical wall between us. After a kiss so desperate and hungry it felt like he had been starving for it his entire life, he violently pushed me away.
"We should take this slow."
I couldn't understand why a man who looked at me with such intense, possessive devotion would treat our marriage like a sterile business deal. Why was he orchestrating every perfect detail of my life while refusing to even share a bed with me?
I had no idea that the man sleeping in the guest room wasn't a pilot at all. He was Harmon Chandler, the ruthless billionaire emperor of the Chandler Group. And he had been secretly monitoring my every move for ten years.
9.3
After eight years in captivity, I was finally rescued. I thought it was the beginning of a new life with my mother.
But she didn't even look at me. She ran into the arms of a handsome stranger, her real husband, and I was treated like a dirty secret from her past.
They called me a contamination, a reminder of their trauma. My new stepsister set their Doberman on me, and as the dog's teeth sank into my arm, I looked up and saw my mother watching from the window.
She met my eyes for a second, then slowly closed the curtains.
In that moment, the last bit of hope I had died. The shallow bond of family was completely gone, and I finally gave up.
But they made one mistake. The family patriarch, suspicious after a car accident, ordered a secret DNA test.
The results came back on the day of my stepsister's birthday party, revealing a truth that would burn their perfect world to the ground.
7.6
I pulled the perfectly baked Beef Wellington from the oven, its rich scent filling our Manhattan penthouse. For five years, I’d crafted this perfect life, but tonight, I’d discover my entire existence was a cruel, silent lie. The man I loved had built it all on betrayal.
Preparing our anniversary dinner, I reflected on five years of building a flawless home for Blake, a dream I’d never known.
Searching for a pen, I found a hidden compartment in Blake’s desk containing a cheap black USB drive—a significant secret for a man who despised anything less than perfect.
His MacBook unlocked with his birthday, not ours. The USB, after a near-data-wipe, revealed "The Archives": hundreds of photos of Blake with his college girlfriend, Isabelle, passionate love letters, and a wardrobe chosen to mirror hers. My name yielded "0 results found," while millions were wired to Isabelle.
I was a meticulously funded stand-in, a ghost he dressed up to play house. My non-existence in his world and his financial betrayal ignited a cold, burning rage.
Blake returned, dismissive, offering a delayed anniversary gift. I confronted him; he ripped the USB, snapped it, and stated, "Nothing changes, as long as you know your place." My obedience shattered: "I want a divorce," I declared, then destroyed dinner and packed my own bag.
9.3
She thought their love could survive anything. She was wrong.
For five years, Amara Hayes was the perfect wife - loyal, gentle, and endlessly forgiving. She believed her husband, Ethan Blackwell, when he said his late nights were for business. She trusted him when he swore his heart was hers.
Until the night she walked into his office and saw him making love to another woman.
Humiliated, heartbroken, and betrayed, Amara left without a word - leaving behind her wedding ring, her identity, and the man who destroyed her faith in love.
Three years later, she returns to New York as a powerful businesswoman with a new name and a cold smile. She's no longer the naive wife he controlled - she's his rival, his downfall, and his punishment.
But Ethan isn't the same man either. He's haunted by the woman he lost and desperate for redemption. And when fate throws them together again, old flames reignite amid a storm of revenge, pain, and forbidden desire.
He once broke her heart. Now, she'll make him wish he never did.