Rejecting The Billionaire's Contract Marriage
I was the devoted PR manager and secret girlfriend of A-list actor Vance Sterling for three years.
Just minutes after he promised me a romantic dinner, I caught him sleeping with a wealthy Los Angeles socialite.
When I confronted him, he didn't apologize. Instead, he mocked my status, froze my bank accounts, and left me completely homeless on the rainy streets of the city.
Blacklisted in Hollywood and utterly destitute, I ended up having a reckless, revenge-fueled one-night stand with the socialite's ruthless billionaire fiancé, Jory Elliott.
But my nightmare had just begun. My younger brother accrued a half-million-dollar gambling debt with a brutal cartel, and they threatened to chop off his fingers.
Jory stepped in and paid the ransom, only for my brother to beg the billionaire for more gambling money, calling me a selfish bitch for not milking him dry.
Then, Jory threw a marriage agreement at my face.
"Act as my devoted wife for two years, and I will wipe the debt and give you ten million dollars."
I gave my youth to an actor who discarded me like trash, and my own flesh and blood only saw me as a walking ATM.
Did these powerful men really think my dignity was just another corporate asset to be bought and traded?
I looked into the cold, calculating eyes of the billionaire who thought he owned me.
I threw the contract right at his chest and stepped out of his Maybach into the freezing rain.
I would rather rot in the gutter than be a pet bought with a checkbook.
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Chapter 6
"I want her fired!" Lisa shrieked, pointing a manicured finger at Carra. "I want her blacklisted from every agency in this city!"
Kloe marched over, holding a termination notice. She shoved it toward Carra.
"Hand over your ID badge, Carra," Kloe demanded. "And you will apologize to Lisa right now, in front of everyone."
Lisa hid behind Kloe's shoulder. She looked at Carra and mouthed the words, You are dead.
Carra stood her ground. She reached up, unclipped her plastic ID badge from her lanyard, and slammed it onto Kloe's chest.
"I'm not apologizing to anyone," Carra said, her voice steady despite the adrenaline shaking her bones.
Lisa pulled out her phone. She dialed a number and put it on speaker.
"Daddy," Lisa whined into the phone, her voice dripping with fake tears. "My publicist just hit me. She's crazy!"
A gruff, older man's voice boomed through the speaker. "Who? Give me her name. I'll make sure she never works in Hollywood again. I'll ruin her!"
Carra closed her eyes. She picked up her purse. She was done. She was going to walk out of this toxic building and never look back.
Ding.
The sound of the private VIP elevator arriving echoed through the silent office.
The polished steel doors slid open.
Four massive men in identical black suits stepped out first. They moved with military precision, instantly fanning out and securing the hallway.
Then, the temperature in the room plummeted.
Jory Elliott stepped out of the elevator. He was wearing a flawless, charcoal-gray bespoke suit. His face was a mask of absolute, terrifying authority.
Kloe gasped. The termination notice slipped from her fingers and fluttered to the floor. She recognized the CEO of the entire EK Group immediately.
Lisa Finch, however, was too stupid to know who he was. She saw a handsome, powerful man and immediately puffed out her chest.
Lisa strutted forward, swaying her hips.
"Excuse me," Lisa purred, trying to touch Jory's arm. "Security is terrible here. They just let anyone wander in while I'm being attacked."
Jory didn't even blink at her. He didn't acknowledge her existence.
His dark, predatory eyes scanned the room and locked onto Carra.
He bypassed Lisa completely, his long legs eating up the distance until he was standing right in front of Carra.
The entire office held its breath.
Jory reached out. His large, warm hand brushed against Carra's cheek, gently tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
It was an incredibly intimate, possessive gesture.
Lisa's jaw dropped. Kloe looked like she was going to pass out.
"Why did you run away this morning?" Jory asked. His voice was low, but in the dead silence of the office, everyone heard it. "I woke up to an empty bed."
Carra's face burned. She tried to take a step back to put distance between them.
Jory didn't let her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his hard body, locking her in place.
He turned his head slowly, looking at Kloe.
"Who," Jory said, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper, "is suspending Carra?"
Kloe's knees literally buckled. She grabbed a desk to keep from falling.
"Mr. Elliott," Kloe stammered, sweating profusely. "She... she assaulted Lisa. Lisa is a priority talent."
Jory let out a dark chuckle. He turned his dead eyes onto Lisa.
Lisa shrank back, suddenly realizing she had made a fatal error.
Jory didn't speak to her. He tilted his head slightly toward his assistant, who was standing behind him with a tablet.
"Find out who is on the other end of that phone call," Jory ordered, pointing at Lisa's phone. "By tomorrow's opening bell, I want negative risk assessments on all his shell companies on my desk. Notify our partner banks to freeze his credit extensions immediately. Let him bleed."
"Yes, sir," the assistant said, tapping furiously on the screen.
"You're bluffing!" Lisa screamed, her voice cracking with panic.
Two minutes later, Lisa's phone rang. It was her sugar daddy.
She answered it on speaker.
"You stupid bitch!" the man screamed hysterically. "What did you do? The EK Group's legal team just flagged my accounts and my main lender is pulling out! I'm ruined! Don't ever call me again!"
The line went dead.
Lisa dropped her phone. It shattered on the floor. She collapsed to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
Jory looked around the terrified office.
"Carra Roach no longer works here," Jory announced.
He shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over Carra's shoulders, hiding the bruises on her neck from their prying eyes.
He kept his arm tightly around her waist and guided her toward the VIP elevator.
"Mr. Elliott, please!" Kloe begged from behind them.
The bodyguards blocked her path.
Jory and Carra stepped into the elevator. The doors slid shut, cutting off the chaos.
Carra ripped the jacket off her shoulders and shoved him in the chest.
"Are you out of your mind?" Carra yelled. "You just painted a target on my back for the rest of my life!"
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Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister.
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future.
But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse.
Marriage. Power. Revenge.
Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her.
There's just one problem...
Her new husband knows more about her past than he should.
And the closer she gets to revenge-
the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.
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."
7.7
Aida's life is already complicated.
A controlling boyfriend.
A job that drains her.
A heart tired of giving more than it gets.
So the last thing she expects is Mike-the quiet, handsome "new trainee" who walks into the office with a mysterious calm and an unexpected kindness.
He's humble. Soft-spoken. Nothing like the men she's used to.
But something about him feels... different.
Dangerous.
Safe.
All at once.
As their friendship blooms, jealous eyes begin to watch.
Whispers spread.
Fake friends interfere.
And even Mike's family stands against them.
Two hearts drawn to each other.
One relationship already falling apart.
Secrets that can destroy everything.
In a company filled with gossip, power, and hidden agendas,
Aida and Mike must decide-
is this friendship worth the risk?
Or will the growing tension ruin them before they even begin?
9.0
Emily's life was already planned-obedient daughter, perfect fiancée, quiet future.
Then she crossed the wrong line.
Adrian Carter is everything she shouldn't want-her fiancé's uncle, a ruthless billionaire, and a man who sees straight through her carefully built facade.
One night changes everything.
And Adrian has no intention of letting her go.
9.1
Eight years ago, Lena Hale was a second-year university student who trusted the wrong moment with her entire life.
Adrian Vale was in his final year-brilliant, disciplined, already learning how to rule rather than feel. To Lena, he was safety. To Adrian, she was the one weakness he allowed himself.
Until one night destroyed everything.
Adrian saw her in a position he could not forgive.
Something that looked deliberate.
Something that felt like betrayal carved into his bones.
He didn't ask for the truth.
She never got the chance to give it.
They separated broken, bleeding, and unfinished-and the damage followed them for eight years.
When they meet again, there is no tenderness left.
Lena is older now. Quieter. Cornered by debt that doesn't negotiate and men who collect pain instead of money. Survival forces her into one final humiliation-standing in for her best friend on a single escort assignment. One night. One paycheck. One way to keep breathing.
She never expects Adrian to be the man watching.
Adrian Vale is no longer capable of doubt. He is a billionaire built on precision, control, and a resentment he never questioned. Power has stripped him of mercy. When he sees Lena again-dressed for another man, standing exactly where he believes she chose to stand-his judgment finalizes.
She betrayed him once.
Now she's proving it.
He doesn't ask questions. He doesn't want explanations. He wants confirmation-and control.
Money becomes a weapon.
Silence becomes obedience.
And Lena learns just how expensive survival can be.
But Adrian's empire is cracking. His mother is dying, and her deal is brutal in its simplicity: marriage in echange for another round of chemo.
What begins as punishment becomes proximity. What begins as resentment mutates into obsession. And beneath Adrian's certainty lurks a truth so corrosive it could dismantle everything he built.
This is not a love story.
It is not forgiveness.
It is power colliding with memory.
Control strangling truth.
And two people bound together by a lie that refuses to stay buried.
Because some love stories don't burn slowly.
They detonate.
And when the truth comes out...
nothing survives intact.
8.8
Alaia Dudley spent her life playing the devoted partner, completely unaware that her fiancé Austen was sleeping with another woman.
She thought the worst he could do was break her heart, until she found herself pinned to a cold operating table.
Austen held her down with a cruel smirk while a scalpel sliced through her sternum.
They cracked her chest open while she was still fully conscious.
The agonizing pain of her heart being cut out burned into her nerve endings.
She realized then that to him, she was never a lover—just a spare organ, a boring piece of wood to be discarded the second his true love needed it.
She died in excruciating agony, choking on her own blood while the man she loved walked away with her heart.
Until her last breath, she didn't understand why she had to suffer so brutally.
Why did she waste her life begging for a monster's attention? Why did they get a happy ending while she was carved up like an animal?
But then, ice-cold water flooded her lungs, and Alaia violently broke the surface of her bathwater.
Her trembling fingers touched her smooth, flawless chest. No scars. Her heart was still beating.
The date on her phone glared back at her: it was exactly five years ago.
Tonight was the exact night Austen first took his mistress to a hotel room.
This time, she wouldn't just expose them. She would use Wall Street's most terrifying tyrant as her personal weapon to strip them of everything they had.