The Billionaire's Contract Bride: Love Triangle
Vera thought her life was over the moment she caught her fiancee cheating with his ex.
Broken and filled with pain, she is approached by a billionaire who presents a simple contract to her. Let's get married.
Sylas Gold is the man admired by the entire world. He is untouchable, powerful and incredibly controlled. Their marriage was supposed to be a contract. A performance. It was a way for both of them to win.
When Vera is kidnapped by a man who looks at her like she's already his, she learns the truth Sylas never told her, about his mafia empire, the blood, and the brother who was supposed to be gone.
Cassian Gold is the man who wants everything his brother has, including Vera.
Now caught between two brothers bound by hatred, power, and obsession, Vera must decide who to trust in a world where love is dangerous, loyalty is fragile, and desire might just be her downfall.
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Chapter 1
Vera's POV:
I pushed the front door open with a fluttering heart and a grin on my face.
Today was our anniversary, and I was sure Evan had planned a surprise party for me. He had tried to hide it, but over the past few weeks, I had seen him sneaking off to take calls, and watched him meet with event planners.
Today made it three years with Evan Crentford – my fiancée, the man I loved with all my heart and who claims he could not live without me.
I had practically floated home, already imagining walking through the door with a huge bouquet of flowers and a wide smile.
I took a step into the dark home, and...
POP!
The light turned on instantly, and at the same time, a shower of gold and silver ribbons exploded in my face.
I took a deep breath, and gasped.
Stumbling back as the cascade of paper and glitter rained on me. For a very brief moment, I was filled with nothing else but joy.
Evan remembered our anniversary. I thought with a smile on my face
I chuckled, brushed some confetti out of my hair and blinked as I took multiple steps inside.
"Evan -" I breathed, smiling as my vision cleared. "Oh my god, you – "
A collective gasp snapped me out of my thoughts,
"Ugh, wait, who is she?"
"What is she doing here?"
"My god, did we just waste the confetti for a random woman?"
"Somebody get her out of the home, she just ruined the surprise."
My heart beat faltered, and the wide grin on my face froze.
My vision cleared, and I stopped breathing because there were at least fifteen people standing in front of me.
Most of whom I had never seen before. Were these Evan friends?
And why were they staring at me as if I was an intruder in my own home?
My stomach twisted, as I stared at my fiancée in disbelief, "What's happening, Evan?" I asked, my voice filled with confusion,
Before he could answer, a tall blonde woman stepped up to his side and screamed at me, "Who the hell are you?"
My stomach twisted. "I-I'm Vera, Evan's fiancée,"
The room went silent, then, everyone burst into laughter.
"Oh my God, you are joking right?" one gasped,
"Fiancée, How?"
"Why would Evan go from Lyra to you?"
Heat spread through my face, my fingers curled into fists as I stared down at the man I loved.
His gaze widened as he spotted me,
"Vera?" he gasped, "What are you doing here? You are supposed to be at the office, aren't you?"
My mouth fell open as I stared at him in disbelief, "It's our anniversary, Evan. What do you mean by what am I doing here?"
Silence, then, confusion as Evan glanced down at his watch, his mind racing as he struggled to recall the date of our anniversary.
He blinked rapidly, then looked around him before his gaze snapped back towards me.
The ribbons that filled the ground stared at me as if mocking me.
"This- " I pointed out, "- is for me, right?"
Someone snorted, another chuckled,
"For you? Girl, no one knows who you are." The same blond girl hissed, "This is Lyra's surprise birthday party."
I felt the floor fall beneath me.
That was a name I actually recognized
Lyra, his ex.
The girl that had broken his heart years before, the girl that he swore to me, he now hates.
He remembered her birthday, but couldn't remember our anniversary?
My voice trembled, "Evan..." I whispered, looking down as tears threatened to prickle through my eyes, "You forgot, didn't you?"
He flinched, then looked down. The guilt I could spot in his gaze was unmistakable. He actually did forget about me and us.
"Vera, I got caught up, okay?" he whispered, "Lyra is currently going through a lot and I just wanted to do something nice to cheer her up. I had no idea you were going to come home early,"
My breath left me completely, and I had to clench my fists tighter not to fall on my knees.
The humiliation of what he had just said, hit me like a punch to the face.
He was shooing me away.
He was pushing his fiancée out as though I was nothing more than an inconvenience to him.
"I am your fiancée, Evan," I whispered, barely holding my emotion together as my body began to tremble, "I should be your number one priority, always."
He winced, "I-I know Vera, just give me a moment, once I'm done with Lyra's party, we can go for our own private dinner."
My eyes stung, but I stood my ground. I wasn't going to step aside for another woman, especially one that was an ex. I felt myself shrinking as I was stared down by over a dozen people, but I wasn't going to back down.
Evan swallowed, his gaze filled with guilt.
"Vera," he reached into his pockets and pulled out a small wrapped box, his voice softened as he stared at me, "I had our rings engraved," he said as he began to open the box, "I did not give you the rings earlier because I wanted to do this in a private moment, the right way."
He opened the box, and I stared bright-eyed at the beautiful ring he had proposed to me with. Evan had asked for mine earlier in the month, and I had given it to him, already suspecting he was going to do something like this.
My breath caught as he stepped forward and warmly smiled at me.
Before I could blink, he took my hand in his warm familiar grip, and slowly began to push the ring up my fingers.
Warm emotions swelled in my chest and I felt loved once again. I glanced up at him, my lips parting as I spoke up.
"Evan.."
He looked at me with soft eyes, still slowly pushing the rings up my finger, "I promise I'll make it up to you,"
I opened my lips, and stopped.
Because his phone was ringing.
It was loud and urgent.
Evan froze, he glanced down to reject the call, but froze the moment he saw the name on the caller ID.
I looked down and spotted it too. Lyra.
I watched the blood drain from his face as he quickly picked the call, forgetting me.
"Evan..." her loud, shrill voice filled the room, "Please help me, I'm being attacked – please!"
He didn't hesitate, my fiancée didn't even think.
"Lyra," he screamed back, "I'm coming,"
And in one swift motion, without even realizing that he was still holding my hand, he tore the ring off my finger.
Ripped it off, as though it meant nothing.
Then, without looking at me, he turned around and bolted out of the open door.
"Wait – Evan!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
But he was gone, and just like that, my fiancée was running towards another woman.
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9.1
With only fifteen days of cash flow left to save her tech startup, Aida had no choice but to seek a five-million-dollar bridge loan from Brendan Walls, a ruthless billionaire predator.
He agreed to sign the check, but on one sickening condition. He demanded Aida act as bait to get close to his corporate rival, Grayson Lott, treating her like a high-end call girl for a business transaction.
Forced to comply to save her employees, Aida let Grayson take her to a windowless underground club, where he secretly spiked her whiskey.
As the drugs paralyzed her body, triggering horrific flashbacks of a brutal assault from six years ago, Aida locked herself in the bathroom. She had to shatter a mirror and slice her own thigh open with a jagged shard of glass just to stay conscious enough to call Brendan for help.
Brendan's armored SUV immediately smashed through the club's wall to save her, and Grayson was arrested. But lying in the hospital, the horrifying truth finally clicked in Aida's mind.
The rescue was too fast. Brendan’s men hadn't rushed from Midtown; they had been parked outside the entire time. He had watched Grayson drug her and waited for the felony to happen just so he could legally seize Grayson's company. He had gambled her life and trauma for a hostile takeover.
When Brendan casually tossed a signed contract and luxury car keys onto her hospital bed as hush money, the last thread of Aida's sanity snapped.
"The deal is dead. NovaTech is mine. If you ever come near me again, I will kill you."
Bleeding and shaking with icy rage, Aida threw the keys at his chest, formally declaring war on the monster who thought he could buy her soul.
8.8
Kaia was diagnosed with late-stage bone cancer, with only three months left to live.
She wanted to give up her family's entire trust fund just to have Gerrit play the role of a loving husband for her final days.
But before she could show him the biopsy report, he looked at her with absolute disgust, declaring that their three-year marriage made him physically sick.
He only loved Seraphina.
To force Kaia out, Seraphina constantly framed her. When Seraphina faked a fall, Gerrit pushed Kaia so hard she tore her waist open on a glass table.
When Kaia writhed in agonizing pain from her failing organs, he stood over her coldly, mocking her pathetic acting.
Even when Gerrit finally discovered Seraphina had hired a fake stalker and maliciously burned Kaia's skin with boiling tea, he still chose to protect his mistress.
"I already signed the divorce papers with Kaia. We are going to bury this story temporarily to protect the company."
Hearing those words from behind the wall, the last shred of hope in Kaia's chest completely died.
She had endured his cruelty for three years, only to realize his bias for another woman defied all logic and morality.
Lying in the bathtub, coughing up mouthfuls of dark blood that turned the water crimson, Kaia picked up her phone and dialed her lawyer.
"Julian, initiate the final plan."
Since Gerrit despised her existence, she would make sure he never found her body.
8.9
For seven years, I hid my MIT Ph.D. and my identity as a top haute couture designer to be the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Cornelius Lambert.
But on our anniversary, while I waited at home with a cold dinner, I found him at a Michelin restaurant with his childhood sweetheart, Halle.
My seven-year-old son sat between them, laughing loudly.
"Mom is too boring. I wish Aunt Halle was my real mom."
Cornelius didn't defend me. He just smiled and affectionately ruffled the boy's hair.
When I finally packed my bags and left, I accidentally triggered an old AI robot prototype Cornelius had given me years ago.
A hidden recording played his voice from the very night he proposed.
"Why marry her? Because she's easy to control. Halle doesn't want to settle down yet, so Cassidy is just a perfect, temporary shield."
Later, when I caught them being intimate in a dark parking garage and snapped a photo, Cornelius watched with cold, dead eyes as his massive bodyguard shoved me against a concrete pillar.
My arm was torn open, blood dripping onto the floor, as they forced me to delete the evidence of his affair.
For seven years, I filed down every sharp edge of my brilliance for a man who saw me as nothing but a pathetic, disposable placeholder.
My heart turned to absolute ice. He thought I was just a weak, powerless housewife.
But he forgot who he was dealing with.
As his luxury car drove away, I pulled up the hidden command terminal on my phone and recovered the encrypted cloud backup of the photos.
I looked at my lawyer with a bleeding arm and a cold smile.
"Let's go. Now, we have a weapon."
7.2
Elmore Thomas rushed into the emergency room, clutching his feverish seven-year-old son, Buddy, tightly to his chest.
When the privacy curtain was pulled back, the air in Elmore's lungs vanished. The attending physician standing under the harsh lights was his wife, Kendal—the woman everyone believed had burned to death eight years ago.
But there was no tearful reunion. Kendal looked at him, and her eyes froze into impenetrable ice. She treated him like a biohazard, strictly referring to him as the family member.
Worse, she didn't recognize Buddy. She comforted their crying son with the same gentle warmth she used to reserve for Elmore, completely unaware she was soothing the baby she thought had died.
Days later, Elmore watched from the shadows as she picked up another boy outside a prep school, her left hand flashing a massive diamond engagement ring.
When his butler accidentally recognized her, Kendal shielded her new stepson with pure disgust in her eyes.
"Tell that psychopath to sign the divorce papers immediately. I have a new family now."
The words 'new family' echoed in Elmore's skull, tearing him apart. For eight years, he had lived in a hell of guilt and madness, raising their son in the shadow of her ghost. How could she just erase their past? How could she give her tender smiles to a stranger and look at him with absolute revulsion?
Standing in a luxury ballroom, Elmore squeezed his hand until his crystal champagne flute shattered, thick blood dripping onto the rug. The murderous obsession in his dark eyes returned as he called his lawyer.
"Freeze her divorce application. Use every dirty trick in the book. She isn't leaving."
9.7
I was a top cardiac surgeon, trapped in a dead marriage with a ruthless billionaire.
One afternoon, he brought his mistress to my hospital, ordering me to perform her high-risk heart surgery.
When I refused and handed him our divorce papers, he violently tore them up and threatened to erase my name from the medical community.
Worse, I discovered they had a five-year-old surrogate son—bought and born the exact same year I bled out on an operating table, losing our baby.
The mistress mocked my trauma, calling me a barren piece of trash who couldn't give him an heir.
I slapped her across the face.
The next morning, the NYPD publicly handcuffed me in my own hospital.
She had framed me for attempted murder, claiming I injected her IV with a lethal dose of potassium.
My husband cornered me in the interrogation room.
"Just confess to me. I will throw enough money at the DA to make this entirely disappear."
I looked into his dark eyes and saw nothing but raw, unfiltered suspicion.
He actually believed I was a jealous murderer.
I swore I would rather rot in a concrete cell for the rest of my life than bow down to them.
Just as my childhood savior miraculously appeared to bail me out, my phone rang.
The mistress had gone into full cardiac arrest.
Only I had the surgical skill to save her.
I turned around, deciding whether to let the woman who ruined my life die, or pick up my scalpel.
7.2
Stepping out of the women's correctional center, Karli took her first breath of freedom in three years.
But the luxury SUV waiting for her didn't bring her home. Instead, her adoptive parents tossed a prenuptial agreement onto her lap.
They demanded she marry a violently unhinged, disfigured man so their company could secure a massive commercial deal.
When she refused, her adoptive mother slapped her hard across the face.
The blow brought back the suffocating nightmare from three years ago—how they had drugged her, framed her for a crime she didn't commit, and sent her to prison just so her stepsister could steal her fiancé.
Now, to break her again, her adoptive father ordered his bodyguards to drag her into the estate's freezing, pitch-black basement.
"You can rot in the dark without food or water until you sign that paper!"
Sitting on the damp cement, bleeding and shivering, a white-hot fury burned away Karli's panic.
They had stolen her youth, her reputation, and her grandfather's inheritance. She would rather die than be their sacrificial lamb again.
She smashed the basement window with a hammer, dragged her bleeding body through the shattered glass, and sprinted blindly into the stormy night.
Under the flickering neon sign of a convenience store, she grabbed the sleeve of a terrifyingly cold stranger.
"Are you single? Marry me right now."
She just needed a legal marriage to escape her family, entirely unaware she had just proposed to the most ruthless billionaire in Chicago.