Contract Wife's Hidden Identity Revealed
For years, I was known as Killian Emerson’s only weakness, the anchor for the ruthless crime boss while he built an empire. I thought it was for us, a life he was building to protect me.
But then I found out the truth. My high school bully, Dallas, was his mistress. He paraded her around at galas, bought her penthouses, and funded her multi-million-dollar cat sanctuary.
He bought her a sanctuary for stray cats while my brother was dying. I begged him for money for a life-saving treatment, but he told me he was busy and hung up. My brother died alone. Killian didn’t even come to the funeral.
When he finally called, he sounded bored. "Sorry to hear about your brother," he said casually, while I could hear Dallas in the background asking him to go ring shopping.
In that moment, the last bit of love I had for him simply died. He had forgotten every promise, even the one he made to ruin Dallas for carving "Worthless" into my wrist years ago.
Now, he protects her. He even let her crush the last memento my brother ever made for me, then broke my wrist when I lunged at her. After a car crash he caused, he left me bleeding in the wreckage to save Dallas, without a single look back.
But the biggest secret was yet to come. Lying in a hospital bed, a call from the county clerk revealed the truth. Killian and I were never legally married. The entire foundation of my life was a lie designed to control me.
And now, I'm taking back everything he stole from me. Starting with his empire.
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Chapter 8
Killian POV:
For a split second, seeing Elena on the floor, her face a pale mask of pain, a protective instinct flared deep in my chest.
But Dallas’s theatrical sobs shattered the impulse, dragging my focus back to her. I wrapped an arm around her, glaring down at Elena.
"Can you stop causing trouble for one goddamn day?" I snapped, my voice made raw by the exhaustion of the past week. "I've barely slept. I've been dealing with the fallout from the hit, with the police, with *you*."
Elena looked up at me, her eyes empty.
"You've been sleeping just fine. In her bed."
Silence. The truth of her words landed, a punch to the gut. I had no defense.
I knelt beside her, my movements stiff. I took a cloth from a nearby tray and roughly dabbed at the blood welling on her hand where Dallas’s heel had dug in. "Be smart, Elena," I whispered, my voice low and urgent, for her ears only. "You know how this works. Pretend you don't know. Let me get bored of her."
I leaned closer, my lips almost touching her ear.
"I'll get rid of her. And when I'm done, I'll ruin her for you, just like I promised. Just be patient."
I tried to kiss her, to seal the deal, to bring her back under my control.
She recoiled as if my touch were poison, her face a mask of pure disgust.
"I wish I'd never met you," she said, her voice a dead, flat thing.
Her words were a blade twisting in my chest. I stood, my face a blank mask to hide the sudden, gaping wound she’d opened inside me. I took Dallas’s arm, pulling the still-sobbing woman from the room.
Elena POV:
The moment they were gone, a strange clarity descended.
The pain, the grief, the love—it all receded, replaced by a cold, sharp purpose.
I made a call. Within the hour, a discreet security expert sent by Josiah was in my room. He retrieved the footage from the camera in the corner, the one that had captured everything Dallas did.
I gathered the screenshots of her DMs, the news clippings of her with Killian, every piece of evidence of their affair.
I sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair and composed an email to Killian's private account. I attached every file, every video, every single, damning piece of his betrayal.
I set it on a 24-hour timer.
Then I walked out of the hospital, leaving the expensive clothes and that empty life behind.
I was no longer Elena Emerson, the Don's wife.
I was Elena Ramos again.
And I was ready for my vendetta.
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