Contract Marriage With My Secret Zillionaire Husband
My family went bankrupt overnight, leaving me to face a mountain of predatory debt.
Instead of standing by my side, my billionaire fiancé's mother threw a five-million-dollar check on the marble table, demanding I take the money and disappear from her son's life forever.
Meanwhile, my former social circle mocked my downfall. They secretly took photos of me meeting with ruthless loan sharks, waiting for me to come crawling back to beg for charity.
I didn't give them the satisfaction. I legally took on my father's massive debt, threw the check back, and ruthlessly dumped my fiancé.
To stop my heartbroken mother from worrying, I lied and told her I had already found a new, reliable boyfriend.
But the lie was a ticking time bomb. My malicious rival even forced her way into my cramped apartment, demanding to meet this mysterious man, laughing that he must live in a dumpster.
I was suffocating under the pressure. I had nothing, and I had no idea how I was supposed to magically produce a husband to get these toxic people off my back.
Until a dying stranger I helped in the park made a final wish.
His grandson—my cold, aloof high school upperclassman, Caleb Barnes—handed me a watertight prenuptial agreement at the hospital.
"Marry me," Caleb said flatly. "I get to give my grandfather peace. You get a shield against your family."
I picked up the pen and signed my name.
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Chapter 7
Dahlia jumped out of the Uber before it fully stopped. She sprinted through the sliding glass doors of Seattle General Hospital. She slammed her hand against the elevator button for the eighth floor.
The doors opened. The harsh smell of bleach and rubbing alcohol hit her face. The ICU hallway was terrifyingly quiet.
She ran to the nurse's station. She gasped out Augustine's name. The nurse pointed to the last room on the left.
Dahlia looked through the glass window of the door. The old man from the park lay on the bed. Tubes snaked out of his mouth and arms. His skin was translucent.
A tall man stood next to the bed. His back was to the door. He wore a faded, dark hoodie.
Dahlia pushed the door open. The hinges squeaked.
The man turned around slowly.
Dahlia froze. All the air left her lungs.
The man had a sharp jawline and deep, exhausted eyes. It was Caleb Barnes. He was the genius upperclassman from her high school. Nearly every girl had been in love with him at some point.
Caleb stared at her. A flash of shock hit his eyes, but his face quickly hardened into a cold mask.
"Dahlia," Caleb said. His voice was rough and low.
"What are you doing here?" Dahlia whispered.
"He is my grandfather," Caleb replied. He shoved his hands deep into his hoodie pockets.
The heart monitor next to the bed started beeping faster. Augustine's fingers twitched against the white sheets.
The old man forced his eyes open. He looked at Caleb, then at Dahlia.
Augustine lifted his trembling hand. Caleb immediately pulled his hands from his pockets and grabbed his grandfather's fingers. Dahlia stepped forward on instinct and reached out too.
Augustine grabbed Dahlia's wrist. With surprising strength, he dragged her hand over Caleb's.
Caleb's palm was rough and burning hot. Dahlia tried to pull back, but the old man's grip was like a vice.
Augustine pulled his oxygen mask down.
"Marry her," Augustine wheezed. He stared directly at Caleb.
The room went dead silent. Dahlia's brain short-circuited.
Caleb's jaw clenched so hard a muscle jumped in his cheek. He looked at his grandfather, but he didn't say no.
Augustine turned his head to Dahlia.
"You need a husband," the old man gasped. "Caleb is a good man. He will protect you."
Tears welled in Augustine's eyes. "My only regret... is not seeing him married."
Dahlia opened her mouth to speak, but the words died in her throat. She couldn't reject a dying man.
Suddenly, Augustine's chest heaved. He started coughing violently. White foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The heart monitor screamed. The green line zigzagged wildly.
The door burst open. Doctors and nurses rushed in.
Caleb grabbed Dahlia's arm. He yanked her out of the room and into the cold hallway.
Dahlia stood against the glass. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she watched the doctors pump the old man's chest.
Caleb leaned against the wall. He shoved his hands back into his pockets. He dropped his head, staring at the linoleum floor.
Ten minutes later, the doctor walked out. His face was grim. He told Caleb the old man wouldn't make it through the night.
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7.1
A year ago, Jonathan walked away from Mia without an explanation, leaving her heart shattered. Now, she is forced into an arranged marriage with the same man who once loved her, only this time, neither of them knows the full truth behind the union.
To Jonathan, the marriage is a strategic move for business purposes. To the mafia, it is a transaction, and to Mia, it is a trap designed by the father who never loved her. Raised and mistreated by her stepmother and discarded by her own family, Mia is sent back into Jonathan's life as an entirely different person, hiding her true identity as the daughter of a powerful mafia lord.
But Mia is not as powerless as they believe. She is intelligent and already entangled in a dangerous secret-Collins, her hidden lover and a loyal mafia enforcer who will stop at nothing to keep her for himself. As old feelings resurface and buried betrayals come to light, love turns into a battlefield.
Caught between two men, two worlds, and a past that refuses to stay buried, Mia must decide whether love is worth risking her life, or if breaking free will cost her everything.
7.6
When the Pollard family kicked Alyssa out into the freezing rain, Walter threw a ten-thousand-dollar check into a dirty puddle.
"Take it and get out. Don't ever come back," he sneered.
Her adoptive mother and stepsister stood on the mansion's porch, mocking her as a worthless country girl who tarnished their wealthy name. They laughed, claiming she wouldn't even be able to afford community college and would be begging on the streets in a week.
They looked at her cheap clothes and worn backpack with absolute disgust.
They were completely unaware that for the past five years, Alyssa was the secret mastermind who had built their failing gallery into a multi-million-dollar investment empire.
Every key investment, every fortune they made, came from the anonymous notes she had slipped into their unread books. They genuinely believed they were business geniuses, while treating the true architect of their wealth like a stray dog.
Looking at their smug, arrogant faces, Alyssa didn't feel a shred of sadness, only a cold, sharp irony.
They actually believed they had raised her.
She stepped close, whispered the master code to Walter's most secret offshore account, and watched the blood completely drain from his face.
"I raised you," she said, turning her back on the mansion without hesitation.
Walking into the storm, she pulled out a heavily encrypted phone and gave a single, cold order.
"Initiate a full hostile takeover of the Pollard Group."
It was time to end this little game and step into her true life—as the world's most elusive medical genius, and the long-lost billionaire heiress of the Summers dynasty.
7.8
Detective's Dripping Domination is a darkly sensual erotic thriller set in the fog-choked shadows of Victorian London, where Detective Liora Kane, a 28-year-old vixen with raven hair, storm-gray eyes, and a body that craves forbidden pleasure, hunts a thief stealing lust-inducing artifacts. Her own secret stash of vibrating phalluses and aphrodisiac oils used to finger herself to shuddering org**ms becomes the target of a crimson-sealed summons, scented with musk and laced with her pubic hair, luring her to Blackthorn Manor. There, masked rogue Thorne Blackwood, a chiseled predator with a throbbing, veined cock, ambushes her with brutal domination: pinning her to ravage her dripping pussy, throat-fucking her until drool coats her heaving breasts, and pounding her a*s to squirting climaxes. As clues unravel her husband's death tied to voyeuristic betrayal and a s*x cult's plot to enslave London with cursed relics Liora's investigation becomes a descent into wet, submissive ecstasy. Betrayed by allies, edged by vibrating toys, and reamed in every hole, she faces an impossible choice: expose the conspiracy or surrender to Thorne's relentless shaft, joining his illicit empire. Packed with raw, cum-soaked encounters and suspenseful twists, this tale leaves readers throbbing and drenched, craving more of Liora's gushing surrender.
7.4
For six years, I worked myself to the bone to support my "struggling artist" boyfriend, Kasen. I paid the rent on our leaky Brooklyn apartment and believed in his dream, thinking our love was real.
That all ended one rainy night when I delivered documents to an exclusive club and overheard him with his wealthy friends. Our life, he said, was just a "sociological experiment."
He wasn't poor at all. He was a trust fund heir with a fiancée in the Hamptons, waiting to close a corporate merger.
"Kaia is just a naive pet who voluntarily pays my rent," he laughed over a three-thousand-dollar glass of scotch.
He told them girls like me were so desperate we'd come crawling back for a scrap of affection. My entire world shattered.
I packed my bags and walked out that night with eighty-four dollars to my name, ready to start over. But escaping one monster only threw me to another. The next day, a predatory client tried to drug me during a business meeting.
My boss, the terrifyingly powerful CEO Camden William, intervened. But after a night of drug-induced chaos, I woke up in his bed.
He didn't offer an apology. He offered a contract. "Marry me for three years," he commanded, "and I'll give you five million dollars and make sure Kasen can never touch you again."
9.3
Grace finally decided to end her toxic, one-sided relationship with Adelbert, the arrogant heir to a global empire, by texting him to terminate their family trust.
His response was a single, freezing word: "Done."
When they accidentally bumped into each other in a law firm elevator, Adelbert looked right through her.
"I don't know her," he stated coldly to his frat brothers, treating her like invisible trash.
Humiliated and completely exhausted, Grace sought an escape in a brutal shooter game called PUBG.
But by a sick twist of fate, the random matchmaking threw her into a squad with Adelbert's frat brothers and a god-tier, toxic player named 'Ø'.
'Ø' relentlessly mocked her terrible skills, humiliating her and calling her a "pig" over the voice chat.
Yet, during the final shootout, this ruthless player suddenly threw his character in front of hers, taking a fatal barrage of bullets just to keep her alive.
Grace soon uncovered the terrifying truth: the top-ranked 'Ø' was actually Adelbert himself.
She was utterly confused and furious.
Why would the untouchable billionaire who ignored her legal texts and publicly humiliated her suddenly sacrifice himself for her in a cheap video game?
Refusing to swallow her pride in both the real and digital worlds, Grace sent a direct challenge to his gaming profile.
"I'll prove I'm not a pig."
Across the city, Adelbert stared at the notification, a dark smirk curling his lips, and clicked accept.
7.5
Natalie Brooks, the young lady of the Brooks family, hid her identity to marry Samuel Morgan for love. The three-year cold marriage ended with a divorce when his first love, Lily, returned. Natalie left proudly, returning to her home, the most powerful Brooks family in New York, with her four talented brothers.
Natalie gradually transformed into a strong businesswoman. Samuel was surprised because Natalie was completely different from the image of the weak wife she had been before. He began to waver, remembering the years of living together, but was still surrounded by Lily's weak pretense.
Although Natalie was divorced, she still had lingering feelings, but she chose to strongly confront him, determined to prove her worth. From here, she continuously confronted Samuel and Lily, both to regain what she had lost and to force them to regret ever looking down on her. Meanwhile, Lily always played the role of the "weak girl", taking advantage of Samuel's pity, but she increasingly revealed her jealousy and hypocrisy. Natalie's brothers – especially Nathaniel Brooks and Henry Brooks – were fiercely protective of their sister and wanted Samuel to repent for what he had done to Natalie.