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 8
A week later, Jazmin stood beside Iain at the launch event for Mendez Technologies' new quantum processor. She wore a sleek, silver gown that made her look like a weapon, her hand resting lightly on the back of his wheelchair. They were the ultimate power couple: beautiful, dangerous, and utterly unreadable.
Adrian was there, representing Garrett Industries. He watched them from across the room, his eyes burning with a toxic mixture of hatred and jealousy.
After the presentation, Jazmin accompanied Iain to his private lounge to rest. While he was occupied with a call, she excused herself.
"I'm just going to the powder room," she said sweetly.
But she didn't go to the restroom. She slipped down a service corridor, her key card-a gift from Alex-granting her access to the building's high-security levels. Her destination: the server farm.
She found it, a vast, cold room filled with humming black monoliths. This was the heart of Iain's empire. She found a terminal and began typing, trying to find a backdoor, a crack in the firewall that would let her access the game's core programming.
She was met with a wall of black ice encryption so complex it was almost a living thing.
"Looking for something?"
The voice came from directly behind her. It was soft, but it cut through the hum of the servers like a razor.
Jazmin turned. Iain was there, his wheelchair silent on the polished floor, his eyes sharp enough to strip flesh from bone.
"Just curious," she lied smoothly. "You have impressive hardware."
He didn't believe her. He began to wheel himself closer, the tension in the room tightening with every silent rotation of his wheels.
The moment was shattered by the lounge door being thrown open. Adrian burst in, flanked by his lawyer and two burly security guards.
"There she is!" Adrian shouted, pointing a trembling finger at Jazmin. He was holding a set of glossy photos-paparazzi shots of her and Iain's team at City Hall.
"Corporate espionage! She was feeding you information while we were still married!" he accused, his voice shrill. He lunged for her.
Finn materialized in front of him, blocking his path with a solid wall of muscle.
Iain watched the pathetic display with an air of profound boredom. "Adrian," he said calmly, "those photos were taken days after your divorce was finalized. And as of that moment, Jazmin's loyalties became mine. She is my fiancée. She is my property."
The word "property" hung in the air.
Enraged, Adrian dodged around Finn and threw a wild punch at Jazmin.
This time, she didn't bother with a leg sweep. She simply sidestepped the punch, grabbed him by his silk tie, and lifted him clean off the floor.
Adrian choked, his feet kicking uselessly in the air, his face turning a deep shade of plum.
Jazmin held him there for a second, then tossed him away. He crashed into the glass coffee table, shattering it into a hundred pieces.
Adrian's lawyer stammered, trying to form a threat, but Iain started to applaud. A slow, deliberate clap.
"Alex, please show our guests out," Iain said. "And Adrian, if you ever set foot in my building again, I will personally instruct Finn to break both of your legs. It's only fair."
As Adrian was dragged away, he shot one last, venomous glare at Jazmin. "You'll regret this!"
The lounge was silent again, save for Adrian's fading shouts.
"Now," Iain said, turning his attention back to Jazmin. "What were you really doing in my server room?"
Jazmin walked over to him. She knelt down, bringing her face level with his.
"I was looking for something to fix you," she said, her voice a low, intimate murmur.
Iain stared into her eyes, so close he could see the tiny flecks of gold in her irises. He felt the familiar wall in her mind, but this time, he also felt something else. A strange, unfamiliar thumping in his own chest.
He reached up and cupped her jaw, his thumb stroking her lower lip. The air was electric, charged with suspicion and a raw, undeniable desire.
"Don't play games with me, Jazmin," he warned, his voice husky. "You won't like the consequences."
She gently pushed his hand away and stood up. "I don't play games," she said, looking down at him. "I play for keeps."
A red alert flashed in her mind.
`[CORE ANTAGONIST 'POSSESSION' METER: 75%. SERVER LOGIC LAYER DETECTING MINOR FISSURES.]`
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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.