My Life in a Contract Marriage: Rescued by a Hot Billionaire
Beauty was the Ashford family law, and Freya Sinclair was beauty come to life—until an accident stole that title from her. Sold to the Ashfords for a bag of chips, Freya was forced into a marriage with their heir, Alexander Ashford, on her 18th birthday. Unloved and unwanted because of a scar, she endured years of rejection. Determined to reclaim her life, Freya takes a stand, only to be cast out by the family that never wanted her. Homeless and disowned, she crosses paths with Sylus Thorn, a world-renowned fashion designer and enigmatic billionaire. Just when Freya believes she can start over, Alexander comes back to claim the wife he once discarded. “Do you have anything to say regarding your stepsisters’ affair with your husband?” Just when I thought I had no choice but to respond, a strong hand gripped my arm, pulling me out of the crowd. Startled, I looked up to see a tall, muscular man guiding me away with ease, his presence shielding me from the cameras and the reporters’ relentless questions. We reached a black car parked at the edge of the lot, and relief flooded through me. “Mr. Thorn,” I whispered, recognizing his familiar face. “Get in,” Sylus commanded, his voice calm but firm. Without hesitation, I climbed into the car, my heart racing from more than just the escape. Will Freya save her marriage to Alexander, or will she be swept off her feet by the mysterious Sylus Thorn? Join the MLCM Readers https://discord.gg/gEq2mCr574
Freya, Come
The third day had just started, and I couldn't even tell if the shivers running through me were from exhaustion, desperation, or maybe something darker. Alexander had torn away any control, every shield I tried to hold onto, leaving me feeling like a rag doll in his hands. He was relentless, totally focused on breaking me in ways I'd never imagined.
I wanted this to end. Desperately. But no matter how many times he took me, whispering that his heir was the only thing he needed, I wouldn't beg for mercy. He'd already taken too much. I wouldn't let him take that.
My body betrayed me, though. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to hold onto some piece of myself. I was covered in sweat, tied up in the takate-kote he'd bound me in, spread wide and exposed. The ropes bit into my skin, grounding me amidst the chaos of sensations and the overwhelming urge to escape.