The billionaire contract bride: from contract wife to his obsession
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.
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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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8.9
I sold three years of my life to a billionaire to save my mother. I was his pretend fiancée, a stand-in for his ex, counting down the days until the contract ended and we could finally be free.
But just as we were about to escape, his real girlfriend returned and publicly accused me of faking a pregnancy to trap him.
My fiancé, Drake, didn't hesitate. He called me a disgusting gold-digger and threatened to pull my mother's medical funding to force me into an abortion.
The shock of his cruelty sent my mother into cardiac arrest. She died right there in the hospital.
They demanded I abort a child that could never exist, a lie built to destroy me.
But they didn't know my secret. After my mother' s death, I finally told him the truth that shattered his world: I was born without a uterus. And with her last letter in my hand, I walked away from him forever.
9.6
I was the dedicated, "wolfless" Luna of the Blackwood Pack, bound to Alpha Damien for seven years.
Just three days before our marriage contract expired, Damien burst into my clinic carrying his mistress, Allena.
He used his Alpha Command to clear the room, humiliating me in front of my own medical staff.
The ultrasound revealed Allena was suffering from internal bleeding due to their uncontrolled mating frenzy.
Instead of feeling shame for his weakness, Damien shoved me brutally against a metal counter to protect her.
He threw a $100,000 check at me to buy my silence, treating my broken soul like a cheap transaction.
Later, when I refused to kneel and apologize to his mistress, he pushed me again, shattering my arm against a glass table.
As my blood soaked the pristine white rug, he stood over me, demanding my absolute submission.
He thought I was just a pathetic, weak Omega who would endure his cruelty forever because I had nothing else.
He didn't know that five years ago, after he threatened to kill any pup I bore him, I secretly built a massive offshore empire.
I calmly tied a tourniquet over my bleeding arm and wiped my blood right over his heart.
"I am done with you."
Then I liquidated his thirty-five-million-dollar penthouse assets and walked out into the night, ready to show him who the real monster was.
9.6
I woke up alone in a cold hospital room after a near-fatal car crash.
My husband of three years, Bryant, claimed he was too busy with back-to-back meetings to visit me.
But when I dragged my bruised body into the hallway, I caught him pinning his pregnant mistress against a vending machine.
"As soon as my company IPOs next month, I'm dumping my useless wife."
"She's so pathetic. She'd be living on the streets if it wasn't for my charity."
For three years, Bryant and his mother had humiliated me for being an orphan, treating me like a penniless burden while he secretly bought a multi-million-dollar townhouse for his new family.
A cold knot formed in my stomach. I had almost died in that wreckage, yet my husband was disgusted by my very existence, eagerly waiting to throw me away.
But Bryant didn't know about the damp, sealed envelope the paramedics had recovered from my wrecked car.
The DNA report inside proved I wasn't a nobody from the gutter.
I was the biological daughter of the Beaumonts—New York's wealthiest, most ruthless billionaire dynasty.
I didn't scream or confront them.
Instead, I calmly pulled out my phone, recorded their affair in high definition, and dialed a Wall Street financier I hadn't spoken to in years.
"I'm done playing the happy housewife. Pull his algorithmic backdoors and drain the accounts."
8.5
Alexa Thorne was just an eighteen-year-old girl trying to survive her wealthy friend's sweltering summer pool party.
But a violent asthma attack, triggered by heavy cigar smoke, forced her to confront the man smoking it—Armando Holmes, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire and her friend's older brother. She begged him to put it out. He complied, but his cold gaze instantly shifted into a terrifying, predatory obsession.
From that moment, her quiet life was over. Armando cornered her in a dark hallway, staking a terrifying claim. He forced her into his Bentley, practically kidnapping her to his secluded Hamptons estate, a gilded cage he called the Rose Manor. When he offered her a dark rose and declared his "enchantment," the sheer terror finally made Alexa run. But she tripped, tumbling down the hard stone steps, breaking her arm and severely gashing her face.
Waking up in the hospital, facing the horror of a permanent, ugly scar, Alexa wept in sheer despair. She didn't understand why this dangerous, powerful man had targeted her, tearing her away from her modest life just to lock her in his terrifying grip.
"I swear to you, you will not have a single scar."
Armando vowed, his eyes burning with dark possession as he effortlessly dismissed her own brother's attempts to protect her. As he personally tended to her most humiliating needs with trembling hands, Alexa realized with chilling clarity: the real nightmare wasn't the fall, but the inescapable, obsessive love of the monster who had claimed her.
8.9
For two years, Emmie’s marriage to Daxton Ellis was nothing but a cold medical contract. She was merely a living vessel, kept around to provide a bone marrow transplant for his true love, Hortensia.
When Emmie's grandfather was dying in the ICU, she desperately begged Daxton to save him. Instead, he coldly refused, ordering his bodyguards to trap her so her surgery wouldn't be delayed.
To completely destroy Emmie, Hortensia maliciously faked a severe allergy attack and then intentionally threw herself down a steep flight of iron stairs.
She perfectly framed Emmie for attempted murder right in front of Daxton's eyes.
Believing his lover's lies, Daxton violently choked Emmie and locked her in a pitch-black room, cutting off all her communication with the outside world.
Trapped in the freezing darkness, Emmie received a secret call from the weeping butler.
"Master Silas... his heart stopped. He was calling your name. He died calling your name."
The phone slipped from her fingers, the agonizing realization hitting her that because of Daxton, she didn't even get to say a final goodbye to her only family.
The raw, guttural scream that tore through her throat marked the absolute death of her six years of unrequited love. Clutching the signed divorce agreement and the key to her grandfather's hidden billionaire trust, Emmie wiped her bloodstained hands and prepared to make them pay.
8.8
Helena endured two years of a sterile, loveless marriage to billionaire CEO Dante Velasquez, playing the role of the perfect, invisible wife.
The fragile illusion shattered when she found microscopic holes systematically poked through her entire box of condoms.
When she confronted Dante, he coldly accused her of trying to trap him with a baby, then immediately abandoned her to comfort his ex-girlfriend.
But the truth was far more twisted.
At the hospital, Helena overheard her mother-in-law's horrifying plan.
"She has to get pregnant. We need the stem cells to save Julian."
They didn't want an heir. They needed Helena to be a walking incubator to harvest spare parts for Dante's sickly younger brother.
When Helena tried to fund her escape, Dante dragged her back, froze all her accounts, and forced a humiliating blood test to prove she wasn't scheming.
"You're nothing without me," he sneered, locking her inside their penthouse.
Sitting in her gilded cage, watching the media parade Dante and his ex as society's "golden couple," Helena felt her heartbreak completely evaporate.
She had sacrificed her prestigious ballet career for a family that viewed her as literal livestock.
The tears stopped, leaving behind only a cold, razor-sharp resolve.
She printed out her divorce papers, marched straight into the crowded headquarters of Velasquez Corp, and prepared to burn his empire to the ground.