The billionaire contract bride: from contract wife to his obsession
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Betrayed by the people she trusted most, Ava Lin's perfect life shatters overnight. From losing her mother under mysterious circumstances to being tormented by her stepmother and stepsister, Ava learns early that love in her world comes at a price. But nothing prepares her for the ultimate betrayal,catching her fiancé in bed with her own sister just weeks before their wedding.
Humiliated and heartbroken, Ava makes a reckless decision that changes everything: a contract marriage to a stranger. What she doesn't know is that her new husband is Elias Ward,a powerful, cold-hearted billionaire with secrets of his own.
Thrown into a world of wealth, power, and hidden enemies, Ava finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of revenge, lies, and unexpected passion. As she rises from the ashes of betrayal, those who once destroyed her will stop at nothing to bring her down even if it means exposing deadly secrets buried in her past.
But when love begins to bloom in the most unexpected place, Ava must decide,will she continue fighting for revenge, or risk everything for a second chance at love?
In a story filled with scandal, heartbreak, and justice, one woman's pain becomes her greatest strength... and her ultimate weapon.
The billionaire contract bride: from contract wife to his obsession Chapter 1
"Yes daddy...fuck me hard"
"Just like that Jeff... keep going.."
Ava had just stepped into the house when she heard the sounds of moaning right from the sitting room.
Her legs began trembling and her heart was about to explode but she forced herself to keep walking towards the direction of the sound while telling herself it was just a prank or or was hallucinating....it was just her mind playing games with her.
The door was not locked so she pushed it open with trembling hands. Ava could never have imagined the scene in front of me.
Clara was pinned against the wall by Jeff...her fiancee. They were supposed to be getting married in two weeks. Her whole world came crumbling. She couldn't move or make a sound.
Ava had closed early from work today to surprise her fiancee but instead got the worst suprise of her life. Her fiancee fucking her own step sister.
By the time they realised her presence, Ava's eyes were already filled with tears.
Jeff was shocked when he saw her standing at the door with Clara still pinned against the wall naked. "Ava.. you're not supposed to be here. It's not what you think" he said while he dropped Clara to the bed hurrying to pick his clothes that was scattered all over the room. Clara just sat there looking at her with no shame or remorse on her face.
"Jeff..this is what I get from you after six years of being together" Ava managed to say something still trying to force down my tears.
" No my love.. Ava this is just a big misunderstanding,I can explain" he said while struggling to put his pants on.
"Explain what.." she finally exploded with tears pouring down her face "what else do you have to explain Jeff..I caught you right in the act, and of all people to betray me with you chose my stepsister...why" Ava felt like dying on the spot.
She didn't know what pained her the most,his betrayal or the fact that it was with her step sister .she stood there watching him trying to explain himself while Clara just sat still on the bed with a snug smile on her face.
"That's enough...I can't watch this any longer" Clara finally said while standing to face Ava "you shouldn't be surprised Ava.. what man will be satisfied with someone like you". "Me and Jeff have been together for a while now... he's such a sweet man and I wonder what he's doing with an old hag like you"
Ava could feel face turning red out of anger. She looked at Clara with pain in her eyes. She has always taken everything that was supposed to be hers right from when they were kids... and now her fiancee. Ava wanted to cry but she couldn't let her see the defeat on her face.
"Clara how could you do this to me" she said while holding back her tears"I thought we were sis..."
"Oh just shut the fuck up Ava. I have never taken you to be my sister... and as for Jeff,he never really loved you Ava " she said while walking to the table to get the wine bottle "you don't have what it takes to be loved by a man or to keep a man.. you're just a plaything for them that could be discarded at anytime"
Her words cut through Ava like a knife,she never expected to hear such words from someone she claimed to be her sister
"Jeff...is that true?" Ava turned towards Jeff hoping for him to something to discredit Clara's words but he just stood there motionless.
"Of course it's true,he just can't bear to say it to your face*Clara said while pouring herself some wine. " Poor Jeff...he has been sex starved for years but I came along to his rescue"she let out a mocking laugh and walked to stand in her face.
"I gave him what you could never give him with that shrewd body of yours... some good sex".
Ava raised her hands to slap her out of anger but was held back,, when she turned to look,it was Jeff."That's enough Ava" he said while flinging her hands to the sides."I didn't want to say this but everything she said is true"
That statement alone broke a part of Ava,she realized it was all over and thee was nothing she could do. Rather than stand there and be humiliated by the both of them she turned and was about to walk away with the last shred of dignity left on her when she heard Clara say something.
"No man will ever want or love you Ava..you don't have what it takes to get a man" Clara said to me.
Ava said to her without looking at her"we'll see about that". Then she walked off In anger slamming the front door on her way out. She got into her car and drove off with speed. She was going to get her revenge on them in one way or the other,sooner or later. To do that she had to find herself a man,not just any man but one that command authority and power and stood at the top of the food chain,how she was going to get him she didn't know yet.
But before she did that she needed to clear her head,the event that just unfolded took a toll on her both mentally and emotionally. Ava drove to one of the high class club at the city to get herself drunk and drown away all her sorrows without any disturbance.
After three bottles she was dead drunk, stumbling to stand straight she walked to find the rest room. It was quite late and she needed to get back home cause she had to appear at the company the next day in order to avoid being scolded by her father.
Ava worked at her father's company as a mere assistant at the marketing department,he wouldn't let her take over the family business without having a strong backing and her marriage to Jeff was supposed to be that backing, but this was just an excuse and she knew all along.
Ava stumbled across the hallway with her eyes barely open, without being conscious of her surroundings she hit her head on a wall, upon closer look it turned out to be a man. In her defense,his body was hard and sturdy like a wall so she couldn't tell the difference.
He caught her just before she hit the floor . she fell into his embrace and for some reason it was warm. She managed to mutter some words before she finally gave in to the alcohol.
"Marry me..."
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The billionaire contract bride: from contract wife to his obsession of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.1
The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen.
My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive.
The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest.
I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman.
But Chelsea wouldn't stop.
She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property.
I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength.
As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run.
Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan.
"She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."
8.0
Finley's stepfather gave her a sickening ultimatum: marry her predatory stepbrother Shane tonight, or he would throw her fragile mother out on the street.
To escape this hell, she used a matchmaking agency and hastily married a complete stranger. Garrison Strickland claimed to be an ordinary data analyst making $95,000 a year, driving a beat-up Honda Civic, and needing a wife in name only. They got their marriage license at City Hall that very afternoon.
But when Finley returned home to pack her bags and threw the certificate on the table, her family just laughed. Dozier ordered Shane to drag her into the bedroom to "teach her a lesson" and trap her forever.
"Come on, little sister," Shane crooned, lunging at her. "Don't fight it."
Finley's own mother just stared at the floor, blaming Finley for ruining the family, watching blindly as Shane cornered her.
Terrified and desperate, Finley smashed an ashtray over Shane's head and frantically dialed her new husband's number. Shane snatched the phone, mocking the "imaginary husband" before the line went dead. Finley felt a bottomless despair. Garrison was just a normal guy; he would never risk his life against her violent family. She was completely on her own, waiting for the end.
Suddenly, deafening bangs echoed through the house, and Garrison stepped into the living room radiating a cold, terrifying fury. This supposedly "frugal data analyst" effortlessly snapped Shane's wrist, leveled a ruthless death threat that made Dozier tremble, and whisked Finley away in a waiting Bentley. Looking at the powerful man beside her, Finley's heart raced: just who exactly had she married today?
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
8.8
Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs.
On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles.
Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic, poor stepping stone" who was just there until he got his foot in the door.
Veronica threatened to ruin Clara's career forever.
Clara dumped him, packed her bags, and impulsively entered a contract marriage with a cold stranger she met at City Hall.
But her nightmare wasn't over.
When her mother suddenly needed a $200,000 emergency brain surgery, Clara was forced to take a demeaning extra gig to survive.
There, Veronica and her starlet friend cornered Clara.
They mocked her cheap clothes, ridiculed her new wedding ring as fake glass, and intentionally poured scalding coffee on her feet.
"Well, maid, you better clean that up."
Veronica laughed, forcing Clara to her knees to wipe up the burning liquid while snapping photos.
Clara swallowed her burning humiliation, secretly recording their abuse on her phone.
She endured the pain, desperate for the $300 day rate to save her mother's life, feeling entirely crushed by their overwhelming wealth and power.
What she didn't know was that outside the soundstage, her new contract husband—the man she thought was just a struggling, broke tech worker—was sitting in a sleek black Maybach.
He watched his wife kneeling on the floor, and his dark eyes filled with a lethal, terrifying rage.
9.8
Erica Murphy had spent three years rotting in a freezing prison cell.
She thought she was serving time for a tragic accident, but the truth was much darker. Her husband, Colten, had framed her for his mistress's drunk hit-and-run, stolen her fortune, and left her to take the fall.
The day Erica was finally released, a speeding car intentionally slammed into her, shattering her spine. As she lay dying on the emergency room table, flatlining on the monitor, Colten and his pregnant mistress didn't come to save her. Instead, they tossed a stack of divorce papers onto her bloody hospital blanket. They wanted her to sign away her last remaining shares and take on thirty million dollars of toxic corporate debt.
"Sign it," Colten demanded coldly, looking at her crushed body with utter disgust. "Consider this the last bit of dignity I'm giving you."
The original Erica died right there, suffocating in despair and betrayal, unable to understand how the man she loved could be so monstrous.
But when the flatline on the monitor suddenly spiked and her eyes snapped open, the traumatized victim was gone.
Replaced by the cold, calculating consciousness of a future special ops commander. With microscopic nanobots rapidly fusing her shattered bones together, Erica picked up the pen, preparing to burn Colten's entire empire to ashes.
9.1
June woke up transmigrated into the body of a ruthless billionaire's toxic, disposable wife.
Before she could even process the massive Beverly Hills mansion, a cold system voice announced she had exactly five minutes of lifespan remaining.
To survive, she was forced to bind with the system and strictly maintain the original owner's "brainless, abusive drama queen" persona to earn hours to live.
She was forced to violently slap hot coffee out of a terrified maid's hands and physically spank her manipulative five-year-old stepson.
When she tried to escape this nightmare by throwing divorce papers at her terrifying husband, Isaac Walton, he simply ripped them to shreds.
Every time she tried to be reasonable or show a hint of kindness, the system tortured her with agonizing cardiac pain, cementing her status as the most hated monster in the family.
The most absurd part happened when she threw a hysterical, system-mandated tantrum over a gossip magazine, and Isaac's icy demeanor suddenly melted.
He gently touched her hair, offering the one thing she desperately needed.
"Stop crying. I'll handle it."
Just as a spark of hope ignited in her chest, the system's critical death warning exploded in her skull: accepting his sympathy would instantly deduct thirty days of her life.
To stay alive, June had no choice but to violently slap away the only hand reaching out to save her, forcing herself to play the greedy villain while her husband's gaze turned dangerously dark.
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