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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 122

Amelia woke up to the sweet smell of hot chocolate. She sniffed in expectation and started her dazed eyes.

She clenched the duvet around her chest tightly and sat up on the bed. The morning view from Cullen's bed was beautiful. Soon, winter would arrive - her favorite season of the year.

Cullen turned to face her. He flashed her a warm smile and swirled the hot chocolate. "My princess herself is awake," his deep voice spoke up soothingly.

Amelia smiled with red cheeks. "Good morning…" she stopped abruptly, not bold enough to add a nickname to his name, as she intended.

"Hmmm," Cullen hummed and sat beside her. He brought the chocolate mug closer to his lips and blew it. "How was your night?" 

Amelia's blush hardened. She pushed her back to the headrest and relaxed her back. "It wasn't my night. It was our night and I loved it," she smiled.