Bound By Contract, Tied By Faith
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Ivy Hart didn't just lose love, she was destroyed by it.
Publicly betrayed by the man she thought she'd marry, her heartbreak becomes a spectacle she can't escape. Humiliated, angry, and done believing in forever, Ivy swears she'll never be that vulnerable again.
Then Damian Blackwood steps in.
Ruthless. Possessive. A man who doesn't ask, he takes.
His offer is simple, his tone is not:
Marry me.
A contract. Strict rules. No love. No questions.
But Ivy quickly learns one thing. Damian doesn't share.
Not his power.
Not his control.
And definitely not what he considers his.
What was supposed to be a cold, calculated arrangement turns suffocatingly intense. The way he watches her. The way he touches her. The way his voice drops when he says, "You're mine, Ivy."
It's not part of the contract.
And neither is the jealousy that burns in his eyes when her past comes crawling back, begging for a second chance.
Because Damian doesn't believe in love...
But he believes in possession.
And once he's claimed something, he never lets it go.
As secrets unravel and the truth behind their marriage begins to surface, Ivy realizes she didn't just sign a contract.
She signed herself over to a man who would destroy anyone who tries to take her away... even if that means destroying her too.
When the contract ends, one question remains:
Will Ivy walk away with her heart intact...
or will Damian make sure she never leaves at all?
Bound By Contract, Tied By Faith Chapter 1
One night, one secret
I dragged my tired self out of the Nova FM studio, wishing I could just fall into my bed and disappear. My feet ached from hours of running around in heels, coordinating interviews, answering calls, and making sure nothing went wrong on air. My blouse was wrinkled, my skirt tight, and my hair probably looked like a mess. Honestly, I didn't even care anymore. My body ached, and my mind was buzzing with everything I had to do tomorrow.
Outside, Lucas was leaning against his black sedan, grinning like nothing in the world could bother him.
"Ivy!" he called, waving. "Finally done?"
"Yeah... barely," I muttered, rubbing my eyes.
"You look exhausted," he said with a smirk.
"But I have something to make tonight better."
He pulled a bag from the back seat. I raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"
"Wait and see," he said, waving the bag like it was a magic trick. "It's for Serena's birthday."
I groaned. "I can't. I'm so tired, Lucas."
"That's why I got this for you." He held up a deep crimson gown. It was soft, silky, and hugged curves in all the right places. The neckline plunged just enough to make me blush.
"I... I can't wear this," I said, touching the fabric nervously. "It's too much."
"Too much?" he laughed softly. "Ivy, it's perfect. You're perfect for it. Just one night. Please."
I wanted to say no, but I was too tired to argue.
The little thrill of his charm made me nod.
"Fine. One night."
By the time we reached Serena's mansion, it was so big, I would have said she had done well for herself but that would be a big lie, her parents are filthy rich and they bought her the house on her 21st birthday.
My hair was curled, the dress hugging me like it knew exactly where to sit. My heels clicked against the marble steps. I felt exposed, uncomfortable , and just a little excited.
Lucas opened the black front door for me. The door was glossy, shining under the soft golden lanterns along the driveway. I could see my reflection faintly in it, my hair slightly messy, my dress clinging too much, and I shivered as the cold night breeze hit me. It brushed against my bare arms, creeping along my shoulders. I hugged myself slightly, wishing I had worn a coat.
The smell of perfume and fresh flowers hit me as soon as I stepped inside. The house smelled rich and welcoming, like someone had spent hours preparing it. Soft laughter, the clinking of glasses, and gentle music floated through the air. The mansion was huge.
Rooms flowed into each other, doors wide open, revealing guests chatting in small clusters. A long staircase stretched to the upper floor, polished wood shining, with a cream and gold carpet runner down the middle. It looked elegant, almost endless.
The party was alive. Music played, soft but loud enough to fill the rooms. Guests were laughing, some dancing, some smoking, others holding glasses of champagne. I could see people twirling on the dance floor, a guy showing off his moves while friends cheered.
The birthday cake sat on a table in the center, its candles flickering softly, the frosting glistening under the chandelier lights.
Serena's voice cut through the crowd, bright and happy.
"Ivy! You made it! I thought you wouldn't!"
I smiled and walked toward her. She pulled me into a tight hug. "Happy birthday, beautiful! Here's your gift. And look! Lucas brought champagne!" She pointed to the tall bottle he carried inside.
I could see the sparkle of the chandeliers reflecting off the polished floors, the gold and crystal lighting up the room like tiny stars. My chest tightened slightly, the dress hugging me so tightly I felt both exposed and elegant. The soft silk slid along my skin, and every step in my heels made me aware of how visible I was.
I mingled, laughed with Serena's friends, and danced a little. I tried to enjoy the party, but I hadn't seen Lucas for a while, and my exhaustion didn't let me relax completely. The weight of the day pressed down on me, the tight dress reminded me of how exposed I was, and I felt that strange flutter of nerves whenever someone's eyes lingered a little too long.
I spotted Maya across the room and waved. She came over, smiling.
"Have you seen Lucas?" I asked quietly, trying not to sound worried.
Maya shook her head. "No, I haven't seen him. He might be around somewhere."
We decided to check together. First, the pool area empty. Then the lounge, still no Lucas.
Then the barbecue area, nobody. The music, the laughter, the clinking glasses of the party kept rolling on, and yet he was nowhere.
I felt a small knot in my stomach. "Where is he?" I muttered.
Just then, a bartender walked by and shrugged. "I think I saw him heading upstairs a few minutes ago."
My heart jumped. Upstairs? I hadn't noticed him go.
I whispered to Maya, trying to sound casual but still worried, "If I catch him sneaking around just to smoke, I'm going to kill him."
Maya laughed softly. "Men lie about everything. Don't worry, I'll keep a lookout for you."
She gave me a reassuring smile and headed off toward the balcony to check from below, leaving me alone.
I started walking toward the elegant staircase at the back. Each step felt long, the polished wood gleaming under the light. My heels clicked softly, echoing in the hallway. The fabric of my dress tugged against my thighs with each step, reminding me of how exposed I felt. I hugged myself slightly, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling crawling up my spine.
Halfway up, I passed a slightly open door. A low sound floated out moaning, soft and muffled. I froze.
"Oh, great," I whispered. "Some couples finding a way to have fun."
But the voice... it sounded familiar. My stomach twisted. Could it be... Lucas? I laughed nervously, a little breathless. Had he brought that expensive drink to me, I would have said I'm drunk... but why does this sound like him?
I crept closer. The moaning became clearer, unmistakably Lucas. My heartbeat hammered in my chest. My fingers gripped the polished wood of the railing as I leaned closer to the crack in the door.
Light spilled out from inside, casting shadows on the wall. And then I saw them.
Lucas and the Serena....making out. Not caring that anyone might see. Her dress was pushed up to her stomach. His trousers were down slightly. He held her hair in one hand. Every movement, every touch... so deliberate, so intimate.
I could feel my chest tighten, my stomach dropping. My hands went limp. My knees shook. My mouth went dry. I could smell the faint perfume she wore, mixed with the lingering scent of champagne from the party below.
I whispered, voice trembling, "What dah fuck!!!Why... why would you do this to me?"
Neither of them moved. Neither even flinched. Serena looked at me, almost casually, as if she had expected me to see. Lucas... he didn't move, he was so shocked.
My heels slipped slightly on the polished floor. My legs felt weak, my stomach burning. My chest ached, my throat tight. My dress clung in all the wrong ways. I could feel the cold air brushing against my bare arms.
My heartbeat raced so fast it hurt. My whole body froze.
They sticker together as if they were inseparable.
I could not move. I could not breathe properly. All I could do was watch... and feel my world shatter in a single, horrifying moment.
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8.0
When gifted cellist Vivienne Aurel inherits her late father's catastrophic $4.2 million debt, she expects to lose everything. She doesn't expect the debt to be bought by Caspian Vane, the most feared private equity magnate in New York. Caspian doesn't want to ruin her; he wants her to work exclusively for him as the artistic director of his new cultural foundation for eighteen months. Forced into his world under a binding agreement, Vivienne prepares to fight against a cold, transactional cage. But as the intense, quiet proximity between them begins to blur the lines of their contract, she discovers a terrifying truth: the man who now owns her future has been watching her from the shadows long before she ever knew his name.
9.5
My boyfriend, Jefferson, convinced me to give up my Yale scholarship for him. He was my secret, my escape from the shame of my mother's past, and I threw away my future for our love.
Then, at a gala, he publicly announced his engagement to Aubrey Carroll-the girl who made my high school years a living hell.
He trapped me in his mansion, forcing me to become her personal servant. She tortured me daily, culminating in her brutally killing our dog, Charlie, with a garden trowel.
When her friends arrived, they joined in, stripping me half-naked and live-streaming my panic attack for the world to see.
The man who once promised to protect me watched as they destroyed me.
But as I lay bleeding out on the floor, it wasn't an ambulance that arrived. It was the private security of Alexzander Stevens-my estranged, billionaire grandfather.
He revealed I was his sole heiress, and now, we were going to make them pay for every last tear.
7.9
One night of deception.
A lifetime of consequences.
A bond that cannot be broken.
Nadia Williams is an Omega living in the shadows of the pack she once called home.
Since her father's death, she and her mother, Estelle, have been treated as outcasts by her ruthless uncle, Alpha Edwards. When her mother is framed for theft, Nadia is forced into a deal with the devil.
To save her mother's life, she must become a virgin substitute for her cousin, Danielle.
Her aunt, Katerina, offers a devil's bargain to set her mother free: Nadia must spend one night in the bed of the most powerful man in the country, the billionaire; Alpha Conrad Bradley.
The catch?
She must swap places with her spiteful cousin.
Conrad demands a virgin bride to secure his royal bloodline, and Danielle, Nadia's cruel cousin, has already forfeited her purity.
What begins as a desperate night of passion in the dark spirals into a web of hidden identities and betrayal.
Nadia survives the night and disappears, hoping to bury the shame of the encounter forever.
But fate has a different plan.
Desperate for a fresh start away from her uncle's shadow, Nadia secures a high-level position at Bradley Group of Industries.
As Alpha Conrad unknowingly hires Nadia at his company, an undeniable connection sparks between them.
Conrad is haunted by the scent of the woman from that night-a scent that doesn't match his fiancée, Danielle, but seems to cling to his new, brilliant employee.
As they work side-by-side, Nadia finds an unexpected and beautiful second chance at a life she thought was lost.
Yet, buried secrets threaten to destroy everything.
When the Alpha discovers the woman he truly bonded with, the fallout will be legendary.
9.7
Darcie Miller survives elite St. Jude's Academy on sarcasm and invisibility, steering clear of golden quarterback Charles Sterling-her most ruthless tormentor. But when her father's bankruptcy hands everything to the Sterling family, Darcie faces a humiliating ultimatum: move into Charles's mansion as his live-in "academic handler" to keep him eligible for graduation.
Now the girl who despises him holds his future in her hands, and the boy who shattered her reputation might be the only one who truly sees her. In a world of cold marble and buried secrets, hate is about to catch fire-and obsession could burn them both.
7.1
I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York.
To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen.
But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table.
It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test.
"Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture."
I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking.
He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago.
He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy.
He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go.
He was wrong.
I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don.
And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy.
I wanted to erase him.
I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built.
Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa."
It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul.
On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial.
When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth.
He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife.
Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.
7.8
Alexis signed the divorce papers, leaving her with no assets, no alimony, and just the clothes on her back.
To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars.
But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life.
Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce.
Then came the real nightmare.
Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building.
At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER.
To top it off, her cousin Josie—who was secretly sleeping with Carlos—held her father's ashes hostage.
"Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush.
Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow.
She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her.
But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake.
They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York.
Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes.
"I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."
