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Contract Marriage: From Vows To Vengeance

What good could come out of a loveless marriage birthed from a bitter feud? Amelia Hudgens' dream of a marital bliss filled with love was shattered when she was married off to Daniel Theodore as a pawn for an ancient vendetta. Her husband, Daniel, was a cruel and abusive man who tormented her with his mistress and his fists. He shattered her dreams of happiness and freedom, leaving her broken and hopeless. Hope bloomed, fragile as a butterfly's wing, when she discovered life stirring within her, but fate had other plans. A tragic accident took away her unborn baby, leaving her shattered and alone. Daniel blamed her for everything, even in the hospital where she was recovering. He showed no mercy, only malice. Amelia wanted to end her misery, to jump from a bridge and drown in the sea. But as she was about to take the final plunge, she crossed paths with Cullen, a mysterious man who saved her from the brink of death. He was kind and gentle, a soothing balm for her wounded soul. He offered her a chance to start over, to heal from her past. But could Amelia trust him? Could she rebuild her life and find happiness again? Could she stand up against Daniel, who would stop at nothing to get her back? Was Cullen's help all genuine?

Lizbella · Urban
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143 Chs

Chapter 116

Amelia parted the hug and stared into Cullen's eyes. A tear slipped down her right cheek and another followed. Her seven years of hell had finally ended. Her seven years of self-hate and abuse had finally ended. Her seven years of downgrading herself because of what a man made her believe had finally ended. Her seven years of sorrow, anguish, and struggle had finally ended.

"Why?"

"Why what?" Cullen asked softly. His thumb cleaned her cheek tenderly.

"Why the struggle? Why all this stress for me?" she asked, her face flooding with more tears.

Relief loosened the tight knot in her chest.

"Hmm, let me think," Cullen adopted a thoughtful expression, "Let's say because I love helping around," he tried to joke.

Amelia eyed him. "That doesn't equal a dry joke. You really should learn how to make a joke," She said dryly, her eyes still wet.