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 3
The next few minutes were a blur.
I don't remember driving home, nor do I remember how my trembling hands were able to clench the steering wheel, or how my legs even managed to reach the pedal.
The only thing I could recall was Evan calling Lyra's voice, but not mine.
By the time I drove into the parking lot at our... no, his home, my chest felt hollow. It was like Evan had scooped every single thing out of me and left nothing else but pain behind.
My legs trembled as I stepped out of the car and began to walk straight to the home. My plan was simple: walk to the bedroom, pack my clothes and leave this nightmare of a relationship behind.
But the moment I pushed the door open, I froze, again.
This time, Lyra was sitting on the couch.
She was wrapped in a blanket, and was resting against the cushions as though this was her home. Evan sat beside her with his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Neither of them had noticed the door opening and me stepping in.
Evan held a glass of water to her lips, brushed her hair away with gentle fingers while whispering to her.
This was my fiancée, and he was comforting another woman in my home.
"I had no idea you were pregnant." Evan whispered,
Lyra lowered her lashes as her hands moved protectively over her slightly swollen body.
Pregnant?
My heart stopped beating for a moment as an absurd thought crossed my mind.
Was Evan the father?
"I'll get you some ginger ale," Evan whispered, then stood up and, without glancing at the door, he hurried towards the kitchen.
My nails dug into my palms as I watched him practically run to bring her some ginger ale.
The second Evan was out of earshot, Lyra's entire demeanor changed. Her soft, scared expression shifted into an entirely different expression, one of a sharp, mocking glare.
On the other sofa was her blonde friend and the girl leaned closer, "So... that fight earlier?" she gasped, "What really happened?"
Lyra flicked her hair over her shoulder as a triumphant smirk filled her face, "Oh please, those idiots were fools, and they were not trying to hurt me, just send a message," she replied, "Besides, I already dealt with the pregnancy situation."
Her friend blinked, then gasped, "Wait, you didn't?" she asked, staring at Lyra with wide eyes, "Did you...?"
Lyra grinned, "Yeah, I had a miscarriage last week, but Evan doesn't need to know that."
I almost choked, but kept my cool, standing as still as I could as they both aired out their affairs to the world.
"But what happens when he finds out?" The friend asked with raised brows,
Lyra laughed, it was a cold, threatening sound that sent shivers running down my spine.
"Evan? Find out? Please," she kept on chuckling, "I have that fool wrapped around my fingers. He'll believe anything I say," she glanced down and traced a finger down her exposed belly. "Honestly, all I have to do is cry, and he comes running over. The baby wasn't even his, and he was already ready to take responsibility for it."
My heart stopped, and my lungs tightened as if a weight had settled over them. Breathing became a chore, each breath forced and shallow.
Lyra wrinkled her nose, feigning exaggerated distaste. "Ugh, what's that disgusting smell?" she muttered, almost to herself. Her gaze then swept over the room and landed on me. A wicked smirk curled at the edges of her lips, like she'd just found something amusing.
She let the moment hang, relishing my discomfort, before her smile stretched wider. "Honestly, all of this is just too fun to watch," she drawled, flicking her wrist as if dismissing something trivial. "Seeing him dance around, thinking he's in control-it's almost cute," she continued, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Her eyes flickered to her friend, who nodded in agreement, but then-almost imperceptibly-her gaze shifted toward me.My heart stopped, my lungs tightened until breathing became a chore.
Lyra's lips curled into a sneer, "Oh, I didn't even know you were there, sweetie," she whispered, "Don't look so heartbroken. Evan was always mine, you were only useful for keeping the spot warm."
I stepped forward, the disgust in me being consumed by an ever-rising rage. "You are lying," I said, my voice shaking in anger, "Evan deserves to know the truth of the woman he is leaving me for."
Lyra threw her head back and laughed, "The truth, Vera?" She chuckled. "Please go ahead, and let's see who he believes. I don't think you get it yet, I am taking your man just because I can, and nothing more."
Lyra tilted her head, her eyes glinting with malicious delight. Her voice dropped to a whisper, so laced with venom that it practically hissed. "Don't look so heartbroken. Evan was always mine. You were just... useful for keeping the spot warm."
I felt the words settle like ice in my veins, but something deep within me began to boil. I took a step forward, my disgust quickly morphing into something far more dangerous-rage. My voice trembled, not from fear, but from the force of the anger that surged within me. "You're lying," I spat, each word laced with fury. "Evan deserves to know the truth about the woman he's leaving me for."
Lyra's head tilted back in a laugh so sharp it almost seemed to slice the air. "The truth, Vera?" She chuckled, her tone dripping with mockery. "Please, go ahead, tell him. Let's see who he believes." Her smile deepened, colder now. "You still don't get it, do you? I'm taking your man-just because I can. And nothing more."
My throat tightened and for the first time in a long time, I thought about letting my fists do the talking.
"You are cruel, Lyra," I whispered, "I'm only sad that Evan is too blind to see it."
Lyra raised a brow, "And that you are far too weak to stop it."
I felt the heat rush through my veins, I held back my anger, but I wasn't going to let that go unanswered.
I took a step forward, and pointed at her. At the same time, I saw Lyra's eyes widen as her gaze darted behind me. And at that moment, her entire expression and demeanor changed,
She shifted from being smug and content, to looking like she was staring down the barrel of a gun.
It only took a moment for me to realize what was happening, and that moment was far too long .
Because before I could react, Lyra let out a large scream and crumbled hard to the floor.
"A-ah!" she screamed, "Help, Evan."
The sound of Evan running over filled the home. Lyra did not stop screaming even when he was running over.
"V-Vera pushed me!" she roared, "She pushed me. Oh my god, my baby, what will happen to my baby?"
Lyra was crying now, not just sobbing, crying, and she kept on wailing and pointing at me.
Evan dropped the mug of ginger ale with a loud crash. Without even looking at me, he rushed to Lyra's side and helped her up.
"Lyra," he called out, his voice cracked with genuine panic and pain. "What happened?" he asked, but his gaze barely brushed past me, a flash of disgust flickering in his eyes as he took in the sight of me-drenched in grime, a mess from crawling out of the trash heap, his gaze filled with anger as he looked at me. .
My lips parted, a flood of words racing up to my throat, but before I could speak, Lyra beat me to it.
"Evan. She pushed me, and I think I am losing the baby."
The words hit like a sledgehammer. A primal surge of anger, confusion, and helplessness coiled within me. "I DIDN'T TOUCH HER!" I screamed, more shocked by Lyra's acting than anything now, "Evan, she is lying to you! She's staging this, look at her!"
His eyes didn't even flicker in my direction. Not even a single, fleeting glance. He turned his back to me and started cradling her in his arms while his other hand searched his pockets for his car keys,
"Evan please, she staged all this. I did not touch her, I did not even - "
"SHUT UP!" Evan looked me in the eyes and roared,
I flinched, and the world froze around me,
Lyra kept on trying, but I wasn't going to stop until he knew exactly what happened.
"Evan, please listen to me," I continued, "Lyra is lying, she's not even pregnant anymore. She's - "
He stood, took two steps toward me, and before I could blink,
His hand struck my face.
The pain exploded like a firework behind my eyes, the jagged metal edges of the key fob and the serrated teeth of the ignition key had sliced into my skin on impact.
I staggered backward, my legs buckling beneath me as I collapsed.
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9.7
I secured the lifeline investment for my fiancé's company and went to his office to surprise him.
Instead, I caught Preston sleeping with his top actress—the woman he publicly claimed as his stepsister.
Through the cracked door, I heard him call me his "scarred, ugly bitch shield" to hide their sickening affair.
I didn't cry. I hacked the live broadcast of the Star Awards and played their sex tape to two thousand people.
But that night, drunk and reeling from the agonizing nerve pain in my facial scar, I stumbled into the wrong hotel penthouse.
I was pinned down by a drugged billionaire, Josephus Hodges.
The next morning, he left me a million-dollar check and a Plan B pill.
When he later tracked me down to offer a cold, calculated fake marriage just to absorb Preston's ruined empire, I threw the contract at his chest and told him to go to hell.
But when I got home and looked in the mirror, the chronic, burning torture in my scar was completely gone.
His touch during that terrifying night had somehow cured the agony that had ruined my life.
I had just declared war on the only man on earth who could heal me.
Just then, my ruined ex-fiancé called, begging me to save him with a PR press conference.
"I'll do it, but I control the venue."
I booked it at Josephus's heavily guarded hotel. I was going to slaughter my ex on live television, and force the apex predator to look at me again.
9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?
9.6
To escape my sister-in-law selling me off to a local thug, I married a complete stranger I met at City Hall.
My new husband, Drake, claimed to be a broke Uber driver who could barely make rent.
He even made me sign a brutal ten-page prenup just to ensure I wouldn't take his rusted, beat-up Ford sedan if we ever divorced.
I thought I was just sharing a decaying Brooklyn apartment with a struggling man at the bottom of the ladder.
But things quickly stopped making sense.
When that local thug cornered me at a restaurant, my "weak" husband didn't cower.
Instead, he dismantled three massive mobsters in ten seconds with the terrifying, fluid speed of an apex predator.
"I used to be a human punching bag in an underground boxing gym to pay off debts."
I believed his excuse, until his supposedly homeless grandfather showed up at our door in a moth-eaten sweater, begging to sleep on our lumpy sofa.
Before going to sleep, the old man casually pressed a heavy, intricately engraved pocket watch into my hand as a wedding gift.
He claimed it was a cheap flea market find that didn't even keep time.
But the sheer weight of the solid rose gold and the flawless mechanical gears inside screamed otherwise.
Why did a destitute driver have the aura of a man who controlled empires?
And what kind of homeless old man casually hands over a priceless, museum-grade antique?
I had no idea the "broke driver" sleeping on my floor was actually a ruthless billionaire CEO, and I had just walked straight into his trap.
9.3
Elara Voss never imagined that a single mistake could turn her life upside down. A brilliant marketing strategist with ambition as sharp as her wit, she thrives on control, until the day she crashes her rival's luxurious wedding, causing a scandal that will haunt her in high society.
Enter Dante Cross: the notorious billionaire, charmingly arrogant, and impossibly handsome, the bride's brother. In a moment of impulsive defiance, he proposes an outrageous solution to save face: a marriage neither of them wants... but both are forced to accept.
Thrown together in a world of glitz, power, and unspoken secrets, Elara and Dante clash at every turn. Sparks ignite as pride battles attraction, and the closer they get, the more dangerous their connection becomes. With hidden rivalries, family secrets, and unexpected betrayals swirling around them, Elara must navigate a game of social intrigue and decide if love is worth risking everything.
Will their forced union survive the chaos, or will the very secrets that brought them together tear them apart forever?
7.6
Elliana Lewis lay dying on the freezing concrete of a federal penitentiary, her ribs shattered by a guard's heavy boot.
She had been flawlessly framed for murder by the one person she trusted with her life: her sweet, innocent stepsister, Jovita.
During her final prison visit, Jovita wore their mother's diamonds and smiled cruelly behind the glass. She revealed she had liquidated the family company, caused their father's stroke, and paid the guards to ensure Elliana suffered a grueling, agonizing death.
"Your marriage was a joke from day one, Ellie. You have nothing left."
As her lungs stopped, the tragic truth finally dawned on Elliana. She had spent months screaming for a divorce and publicly humiliating her billionaire husband, Damon Stirling, believing his silence was weakness. She didn't realize until it was too late that his endless tolerance was the deepest form of protection. She had pushed away the only man who would have burned the world down to keep her safe.
Why had she been so incredibly stupid? Why did she blindly trust a monster and destroy the only person who truly loved her?
Then, a blinding light pierced her retinas. Elliana bolted upright, gasping for air on a massive, king-sized bed.
There was no pain. No broken bones. The digital clock on the nightstand flashed a date from exactly ten years ago.
It was the morning after her disastrous wedding night.
This time, she would tear Jovita's life apart piece by piece. And she would hold onto Damon so tightly that nothing could ever pry them apart.
7.6
Cassie was sold to a terrifying billionaire as a substitute bride.
To protect herself, she glued a grotesque, fake burn scar to her face.
Her adoptive family and her ex-fiancé had stolen her massive trust fund, locked her in an asylum for years, and finally threw her to the wolves. They expected the ruthless Dane Frederick to torture and kill her the moment he saw her ruined face.
At her ex's grand engagement party, her family publicly humiliated her. They mocked her cheap clothes, laughed at her scarred cheek, and even raised their hands to beat her, fully believing she was a helpless freak with no one to rely on.
"Get on your knees and apologize, and I'll write you a check so you don't starve on the streets."
But they didn't expect the billionaire to kick down the doors, wrap his coat around her, and bankrupt their entire bloodline overnight.
Yet, as Cassie stood in the dark and peeled off her fake silicone scar to reveal her flawless face, a deeper terror gripped her.
Tracing her stolen funds, she uncovered a name that made her blood run cold: The Syndicate.
It was the exact nightmare organization that had locked her in the asylum. Why were they controlling her family? And why did the billionaire look at her with such desperate, hidden nostalgia?
Cassie opened her encrypted laptop and dropped into the Dark Web.
She wasn't just a discarded bride. She was the legendary hacker "Nyx," and she was going to burn them all to the ground.