The Mind-Reading CEO's Emotionless Contract Wife
Jazmin woke up with a splitting headache and red system error codes flickering across her vision, only to realize she was trapped in a bizarre reality as a billionaire's contract wife.
Before she could even process the alien data in her mind, her arrogant husband, Adrian, threw a harsh divorce agreement onto her lap.
"You get nothing. Melody is the one I love. You were just a placeholder," he sneered, demanding she leave the marriage without a single cent.
When she didn't break down in tears, he grew furious and lunged forward, his fingers closing tightly around her throat to remind her of her place. His wealthy family expected her to quietly accept her public humiliation, while her greedy adoptive parents immediately demanded a payout, treating her like a worthless ATM.
They all thought she was still the same fragile, pathetic woman who would beg for their scraps and cry over their cruelty. They had no idea that the original Jazmin was already dead, and the system had loaded a completely different, indestructible entity into her body.
Jazmin didn't shed a single tear or gasp for air.
She simply grabbed Adrian's wrist, shattered his bones with a sickening crunch, and tossed him through a glass window like a bag of trash.
"I'd rather dance alone in hell than be a dog in your heaven."
Taking the massive settlement she extorted, she walked straight into the arms of his deadliest rival, ready to tear this entire world apart.
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Chapter 6
The police were a problem for approximately thirty seconds. Iain's assistant, a man with the blandly efficient name of Alex, produced a wallet containing a badge that made the senior officer on the scene turn pale and start apologizing.
Jazmin was "invited" into the back of Iain's limousine, a custom-built, armored Lincoln that was more of a mobile bunker than a car. The doors closed with a heavy, final-sounding thud, sealing them in an bubble of absolute silence.
Iain sat across from her, his pale eyes scanning her from head to toe, as if trying to find the seams, the glitches, the lines of code that made her up.
Jazmin leaned back against the plush leather, completely at ease. She found the crystal decanter of whiskey and poured herself a glass.
"Why aren't you dead?" Iain asked, his voice a soft, dangerous purr.
Jazmin took a sip of the whiskey. It was smoky and expensive. She just shrugged.
"I have a proposition," she said, taking control of the conversation. "I need protection. Resources. A shield against the Garretts and their lawyers. They won't let me go that easily."
Iain let out a short, cold laugh. "And why would I help you? I have no interest in a madwoman who thinks she's indestructible."
Jazmin set her glass down. She leaned forward, the space between them shrinking, the air growing thick with tension.
"Because I know about your legs," she whispered. "I know the nerve damage isn't irreversible. It's a data problem. A complex coding issue that no doctor on earth can solve."
The amusement vanished from Iain's face. His expression turned glacial. This was his deepest secret, a vulnerability known to no one, not even his most trusted aide. His hands, resting on his lap, clenched into fists over his useless thighs. A flicker of pure, unadulterated killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Jazmin ignored it. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny, metallic object-a micro-USB drive. She dangled it between her thumb and forefinger.
"This," she said, "contains a prototype of a neural regeneration algorithm. A little something I... acquired from a secret R&D project at Garrett Industries."
It was a lie, of course. The drive contained a data fragment she'd pulled from the game's root files. But he didn't need to know that.
Iain's gaze was fixed on the drive. Greed, suspicion, and a desperate, burning hope warred in his eyes.
He reached out again, not for the drive, but for her hand. He needed to touch her. He needed to know.
His fingertips brushed against hers.
Again, nothing. White noise. A void. A black hole where a mind should be.
The inability to see inside her, to control her, was more intoxicating to him than any power he had ever wielded. This woman was the ultimate puzzle, the one mystery he couldn't solve.
He pulled his hand back, his decision made. "What's your price?"
Jazmin looked him straight in the eye. "An engagement."
Iain raised an eyebrow. Of all the things he had expected-money, power, revenge-this was the most absurdly, brilliantly direct.
"Only as Iain Mendez's fiancée will I be truly untouchable," Jazmin explained. "Legally. Socially. It puts me beyond the Garretts' reach. It's the perfect shield."
The car glided to a stop in front of a sleek, black skyscraper in SoHo that was Iain's personal fortress.
He stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He was looking at her not as a woman, but as a priceless, impossibly dangerous artifact he had to possess.
Alex opened the door and prepared the ramp for his wheelchair. Iain paused at the door.
"One condition," he said, looking back at her. "I'll have my lab analyze the data on this drive. If it's real... if it has even a fraction of the potential you claim... you'll get your engagement."
Jazmin nodded and tossed him the USB drive. He caught it with a cat-like reflex.
As he was wheeled away, Jazmin let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.
A system warning flashed in her vision.
`[WARNING: ALLIANCE FORGED WITH CORE ANTAGONIST. SERVER LOGIC STABILITY COMPROMISED.]`
Jazmin looked out at the city lights and smiled grimly.
"Good," she whispered to the empty car. "Let it crash. A crash is how I get home."
In the penthouse elevator, Alex was giving Iain a verbal report. "Jazmin Hancock. Adopted. Married Adrian Garrett four years ago. No criminal record. Reports of emotional instability, particularly in the last six months..."
Iain wasn't listening. He was rubbing the cool metal of the USB drive with his thumb.
"Dig deeper," he commanded, his voice low. "I want to know everything. I want to know what she had for breakfast every day for the last ten years. Most of all... I want to know what the hell is inside her head."
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8.1
Terminally ill.
Betrayed by her husband.
Abandoned by the only family she had.
Ariel died with nothing... and no one.
But fate gives her a second chance.
Reborn three years before her death, she walks away from the man who ruined her life-and takes back everything they stole.
Her love.
Her identity.
Her power.
Now, the cold billionaire who once ignored her can't take his eyes off her.
The brother who abandoned her starts to regret.
Too late.
Because this time, Ariel isn't the woman who begs.
She's the one who makes them kneel.
8.3
He laid me on the sheets, climbed over me, caged me with his arms. "Last chance to run," he said, voice low."I need the money," I whispered, feeling so tiny in his arms."You're soaking," he muttered. "Virgin or not, your pussy wants this."I moaned, looking away, couldn't help it,"Eyes on me, sweetheart," he pushed his tip in slowly."Fuck," he groaned. "So tight."He fucked me like he was claiming something. "Come for me," he whispered in my ears, moving faster."Damien," I cried out his name as I came."That's it," he growled. After a long minute he pulled out slowly. "One night," he said again, almost like a reminder....weeks later, I walked through the quiet hall of my school. A massive portrait stared back at me.Damien BlackwoodPrincipal Benefactor and OwnerColumbia University.Same man who'd just taken my virginity for money. My stomach dropped. "Oh fuck... what have I done?"
7.6
To pay for her father's life support, Haleigh sold herself into a marriage with Fabian Blackburn, a ruthless billionaire in a deep coma.
But on her wedding day, she caught her boyfriend cheating with her stepsister, laughing about how they would steal the inheritance the second Fabian stopped breathing. Cornered and desperate, Haleigh secretly underwent IVF using her comatose husband's frozen sperm to secure the family trust.
Weeks later, a miracle happened. Fabian woke up.
But instead of gratitude, he treated her like trash. He threw annulment papers at her face, completely disgusted by the arranged marriage.
"If you try any dirty tricks to get pregnant, I will personally drag you to a clinic and have that bastard scraped out of you."
Terrified, Haleigh hid her positive pregnancy test and desperately tried to hack her way to enough cash to escape. But while using his computer, she accidentally opened a highly classified folder.
Inside was a medical file and a photo of a severely disabled girl who looked exactly like Fabian.
Before she could process it, Fabian walked in. Seeing the screen, his cold mask shattered into pure, unhinged madness. He lunged across the room, lifting her off the floor by her throat, completely ignoring her desperate gasps for air.
"Lock her in the basement," he roared to his guards. "No food. No water."
Curled on the freezing concrete, clutching her newly pregnant belly, Haleigh didn't understand what she had just seen that turned him into a murderous monster.
But she knew one thing: if she didn't escape this terrifying estate, both she and his unborn heir would die in the dark.
8.9
Five years ago, Arabella Sterling vanished without a trace, disgraced, heartbroken, and branded her billionaire benefactor's dirty secret.
What the world never knew was that she'd also been his wife.
Or that the man she loved-and the son she gave everything for-chose another woman over her.
Now, she's back as The Reformer, a world-renowned business strategist celebrated for resurrecting dying empires.
Her newest client? The Sterling Group.
Her ex-husband's empire.
Adrian Sterling has spent years trying to atone for the lies that destroyed them both.
But when Arabella walks into his boardroom, colder, sharper, untouchable...he realizes redemption may come at a cost he can't pay.
Because this time, she's not here to save him.
She's here to ruin him.
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.
7.9
For five years, April Gamble loved Julian Travis with everything she had, trusting him completely.
But on a stormy night, he casually tossed a liquidation agreement at her feet, single-handedly destroying her grandfather's company.
He coldly admitted he only dated her to steal Vance Group's internal financial data.
"You were convenient," Julian said, swirling his whiskey without a shred of guilt.
Before April could even process the brutal betrayal, a breaking news alert lit up her phone.
She watched in absolute horror as her grandfather jumped from the ledge of the Vance Tower on live television.
Julian looked at her writhing, screaming form with utter boredom and simply ordered his bodyguard to throw her out.
Blinded by grief and tears, April sped into the torrential rain, only to be completely crushed by a hydroplaning transport truck at an intersection.
As the shattered glass tore into her skin and the metal crushed her ribs, she died with a hatred so pure it made her teeth ache.
Why did five years of devotion mean absolutely nothing to him? Why did her family have to die just to feed his ruthless greed?
When she opened her eyes again, the harsh hospital lights blinded her, but the familiar burn scar on her arm was gone.
She wasn't the betrayed financial analyst April Gamble anymore.
She had woken up in the body of Altagracia Blanchard, the most notorious, obscenely wealthy heiress in New York.
Julian had taken everything from her, but now, armed with a billionaire's empire, she was going to bury him.