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 2
Looking shocked and confused. Elias looked at the little woman that had just fallen asleep in his arms. He was just about leaving the club when this woman came crashing into him. He had a lot going tonight and this lady was not part of the agenda.
Letting out a long sigh he tried to wake her,but the more he tried the more she snuggled deep into his hands.
" Where the hell did you come from little one" he pocked her cheek while staring down at her.
He had to get rid of her as soon as possible because he couldnt be caught up in any scandal now,that will be bad for the company. But the lady in his arms seemed to be comfortable sleeping in his arms without a care in this world.
He remembered the last thing she said before passing out,"marry me".
What would have prompted her to make such a statement. Staring down at her sleeping face,she looked so small and her cheeks were flushed red probably from the alcohol,her face looked so innocent and fragile,one that will make any man want to hide and protect her from the world.
On a normal day he wouldn't let any woman close to him let alone touching him,but this stranger on his arm seemed different,he didn't feel disgusted by her touch instead he felt like protecting her from whatever made her to be in this state.
Still lost in thoughts on what to do with her his men came running towards him.
"Boss,the old man called. He asked..." The man stopped talking when he realised the lady on his boss arms.
"Mathew..you were saying?" Elias said to him when he saw he was distracted.
"Yes...he seeks your presence at his quarters now" Mathew continued still looking at the woman on his arms.
Mathew was Elias right hand man. He was assigned to him by his father when he turned 15 and since then he was always with him wherever he goes.
"Mhhm... tell grandfather that I'll see him tomorrow not now" Elias said while he began to walk slowly with the woman on his arms.
"Alright sir. And what about her?" Mathew asked referring to the woman in his arms.
Elias stopped in his tracks."prepare the car... she's going with us" he said and continued walking towards the entrance. He couldn't bare to leave her in a place like this..not in her current state.
Mathew was shocked and surprised at the same time. He has never seen his boss close to any woman since the incident that occurred. He signalled for the guards to prepare the car while he ran to catch up with Elias.
"At least let me carry her" he insisted.
"Never mind... I can manage" Elias turned him down. By the time they got outside the car was already waiting for them. Elias placed Ava at the back seat and sat next to her, while Mathew got in at the front seat with the driver.
" Where to sir?" Mathew asked him.
"Drive to the penthouse" Elias said. He wasn't going to take a stranger to his villa. He rested his head and closed his eyes, giving no room for Mathew to ask any further questions. They got to the penthouse that was located in the city's only five star hotel,the hotel was under Ward industries. When they got inside the penthouse, Elias took Ava straight to the bath tub. He turned on the shower and let it pour on her to at least make her sober up.
The water made her clothes wet and now they clung tight to her body revealing her small frame. She had curves just at the right place with a very tiny waist,her wet hair fell on her face that looked very smooth and soft. For a moment he seemed drawn to her but quickly got himself back.
He quickly turned to go out when she drew him back subconsciously,he lost his balance and fell towards her,his lips just inches away from hers. He could feel her breath on his cheeks. Her chest pressed slightly to his, the only thing separating them was the clothes they wore. He could feel a part of his body becoming hard.
"Little one..are you trying to seduce me" he said while steadying himself up. He carried her with her wet clothes to the bed then sat down on a chair to rest,it was almost day break. Just few hours he rested ,he heard some sounds coming from the bed,turns out she was now awake.
Ava woke up with a throbbing headache,she realised her clothes were wet and she was in a strange place. That was when she recalled the event that happened the previous day. The last thing she remembered was running into a man and she became unconscious. She sat up straight and looked by her side and she saw a man who was asleep on the chair close to the bed.
He must be the one that carried her here. She was a bit scared,she had to get out of that place immediately. Her sudden movement woke the man on the chair. He turned and looked at her.
"You're awake" Elias said and sat straight.
"Where am I and who are you" Ava asked him while trying to hide her fear.
"Don't worry I didn't do anything to you.. even if I had the chance" he said with a smirk on his face. "You came running into my arms at the club last night, so I decided to help you out of my will. You should be thanking me, you wouldn't want to imagine what could have happened to you in that state if I had left you alone" Elias said while he picked up his jacket which he removed earlier.
Ava just sat still on the bed, trying to calm herself down and recollect all that happened. She couldn't see his face clearly cause the room was a bit dark.
" I've covered all the expenses on the room and you can leave whenever you want to... I'll be taking my leave now" Elias said while he walked towards the door.
"At least can you tell me who you are or your name so I can thank you properly?"Ava asked just before he stepped out. He paused in his track and said without turning to her.
"That won't be necessary... you can thank me properly when you see me again" he replied and walked out leaving her alone in the room.
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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.