Billionaire Contract Wife: Eight Months in His Cage
"Be my wife for eight months and I will save you from this hell. But if you fall in love with me? I will destroy you."
She wasn't sold for a price. She was lost in a bet.
A dark deal made in the shadows between a father who sold his own daughter without thinking twice and the man who runs the Blackwood empire. The CEO who doesn't just own money. He owns the city. He owns the law. He owns the men and their fates.
She was just a normal designer until she became his wife on paper. A wife to a man who knows no mercy. A man who never loses a deal. A man who refuses to let the woman carrying his name be weak.
Eight months. A marriage with no love. Strict rules. Forbidden feelings.
But what happens when the deal turns into a deep hunger? What happens when the contract becomes a cage? What happens when she finds out that running away from her father put her in the trap of a man who is a thousand times more dangerous?
Her father sold her in a bet. And her only escape was the man who owns the city.
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Chapter 2
Eleanor Vance POV
I woke up a few hours later. It was evening. Luckily, I hadn't missed the party yet. The event was at nine. It was only seven-thirty. I still had an hour and a half to get ready.
I wish I could have said no. I usually say no to everything. But this was the biggest night for the Blackwood Group. It was a welcome home party for Julian Blackwood. He had been away from the company for a long time. He was a Major General in the army. A real high-ranking soldier.
While he was away, his sister Margot Blackwood ran things as the CEO. She had help from their father, Alistair Blackwood. I heard that Alistair gave the whole empire to his kids after his own father passed away.
No one knows why he stepped down. It is still a big secret.
A night like this had no excuses. I had to be there. Showing up was just as important as finishing my work.
I got out of bed. The pain in my body was crushing. I bit my lower lip hard. I had to fight the ache just to get to the bathroom. I needed a shower to wake up.
I lowered myself into the warm water. I let out a soft moan of pain. It hurt so much. I sighed. I moved quickly so I wouldn't have to feel the soreness for too long.
After I was done, I put lotion on my face and body. I tried not to look at the marks on my skin. The scars were all over my back, my feet, and my left hand. My face had not been spared either. My cheek was a little red. I saw a small cut near my chin. I touched it slowly and closed my eyes tight.
My father had painted a very ugly picture on my body. A picture of ruin and violence.
I stood in front of my closet. I moved my hands through my clothes. I didn't know what to wear. Everyone there would be rich. They would be high class. I couldn't look like a beggar from the streets.
I picked out a blue dress. It was made of soft silk. It felt like water on my skin. It had thin straps that tied at the shoulders. The skirt ended just above my knees.
I slipped it on. I walked to the mirror. I had a lot of makeup on the table. I put on some expensive products. I finished it with a velvet red lipstick.
I put on some silver jewelry. I looked at myself in the glass. I turned around to check every detail. I looked like a rich girl. I looked like I belonged in Mayfair.
I put on some blue heels. They matched the dress perfectly.
I took one last look at myself. Then I grabbed my phone and my long black coat. I headed downstairs.
Ivy was in the living room. She was eating dinner and watching TV. I walked toward her. She didn't see me coming. She was too focused on the screen.
I tapped her shoulder. She jumped. I laughed. I love scaring her.
"My God!! You scared me, Eleanor! I almost had a heart attack."
She gave me a funny look. Then she looked at my outfit. Her eyes went wide. She rarely sees me dressed up. I never go anywhere but work and home. I never wear makeup like this. She looked at me with so much curiosity.
"Where are you going, Eleanor?" she asked.
"There is a party for the real boss at The Savoy. I couldn't say no this time."
I bit my lip. My body was screaming. My muscles were crying. If it wasn't for this stupid party, I would be sleeping. I would be resting after what that coward did to me.
"Damn him. I hope he rots in hell!!"
And why do we even need a party for this Julian Blackwood guy? He should just come back to work and be quiet!
I sighed. I looked around for my bag. The one my father dumped out. I couldn't find it.
"Ivy, have you seen my bag?"
She pointed to a long shelf. "I was cleaning up the mess that jerk made. I put everything back inside for you."
I blew her a quick kiss. I started moving my things into a silver bag that matched my jewelry. Then I stopped. My heart stopped too. My father stole my wallet. My ID and all my personal papers were gone!!
I cursed him in my head. I used the worst words I knew. I ran back upstairs. I lifted my mattress. I had some cash hidden there.
"Thank God I kept some money away from him."
I felt better. I stuffed the cash into my bag. My work ID was still with me. I needed it to get into the party. I put it in the bag and went back down.
I kissed Ivy goodbye. She smiled and hugged me. I knew what she was thinking. She thought I was finally going to have fun. She thought I would forget our life for a little while.
I wanted to tell her that it never works.
"You look amazing, girl!! Have fun!"
Ivy shouted those words as she ran to the window to wave at me. Her words made me smile. I felt like I was actually pretty for a moment. I waved back and got into the taxi waiting outside.
I watched her through the window until the car pulled away. We were heading to the party in Mayfair.
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They expected her to cry, to beg, and to be absolutely crushed by the realization that her own flesh and blood saw her only as a liability to their reputation.
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7.3
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Until the day her biological family finally found her and brought a shocking revelation.
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9.4
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Surrounded by billions, luxury, and a parade of elite bachelors, Ashley became the woman everyone wanted-including a cold, powerful tycoon.
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9.8
My four-year-old daughter was dying of leukemia, waiting desperately for a bone marrow transplant.
I begged my billionaire husband to just call the registry or visit her, but he claimed he was too busy with board meetings to care.
Until the hospital informed me that my daughter's life-saving bone marrow had been suddenly reallocated to another patient.
When I walked down the VIP hallway, I found my husband.
He wasn't at a board meeting. He was gently peeling an apple, playing the loving father to his widowed mistress's daughter.
When my pale, sick daughter called out for him, he instinctively stepped back in disgust.
I later discovered the mistress had bribed the hospital to swap the registry numbers, stealing my daughter's marrow for her own child.
When I demanded a divorce, my husband laughed in my face.
"You haven't worked a day in four years. You're a purchased asset. You don't get to walk away."
He threatened to freeze my accounts, assuming I would be starving on the streets and begging to come back.
His family and the mistress publicly mocked my background, waiting for me to be utterly humiliated.
They thought I was just a useless, penniless housewife who relied entirely on his last name to survive.
They didn't know I never needed a single cent of his money.
I packed my bags, took my daughter, and made a single phone call.
Three days later, at his family's elite banquet, my husband waited to see me beg.
Instead, the most powerful corporate magnate in North America walked right past him, bowed to me at a perfect ninety-degree angle, and spoke.
"Welcome back to the throne, Madam."
9.5
I married Clive Harrington, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan, under a strict contract that forbade any emotional burdens. When I needed a high-risk surgery to save my sight, I checked into the clinic alone, hiding the procedure from a husband who saw me as nothing more than a legal asset.
I thought I could handle the darkness in silence. But while I was blind and bandaged in my hospital bed, my biological mother called, screaming that if I didn't produce a Harrington heir by the end of the fiscal year, she would cut off the life-saving treatments for my disabled sister.
I was crawling on the cold hospital floor, desperately feeling for a cane I had dropped, when I touched a pair of expensive leather shoes. It was Clive. He was supposed to be in London closing a multi-million dollar deal, but there he was, watching his "contract wife" groveling in the dark like a beggar.
He didn't walk away in disgust. He carried me to a five-thousand-dollar-a-night VIP suite and sat by my bed, listening in chilling silence as another voicemail from my mother filled the room, calling me a "useless broodmare" who was only worth the trust fund disbursements my marriage secured.
I expected him to remind me of Clause 34B or hand me divorce papers now that I was "damaged goods." Instead, I felt his thumb brush a stray tear from my cheek, his presence shifting from a statue of ice into a predatory shield.
"I thought I was just currency to you," I whispered, my voice trembling behind the gauze. "Just an investment."
Clive didn't answer with words. He picked up his phone and called his head of legal with a single, terrifying command: "Kill the Douglas family’s credit lines. Every debt, every lien—trigger them all. If they want a war, I’ll give them a massacre."
As he leaned down to kiss my bandaged forehead, I realized the contract was dead. My husband wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was hunting the people who had dared to touch what belonged to him.
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