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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

Jasmyne_ · Urban
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Shattered Illusions

Then he sat up, his lips trailing kisses all over my chest. His hands traced over my body, this time slowed, gentle, deliberate, as his lips traveled lower. And when he reached my scar, everything stilled. The heat, the frenzy—time seemed to pause, the moment suspended between us.

Suddenly, a flood of paparazzi poured out of bushes and behind trees, cameras flashing and clicking furiously. The area was filled with chaos, reporters shouting over one another, their voices overlapping in a frenzy as they threw questions at us.

"Ms. Sinclair! Didn't you ask for a divorce a few months back? Have you changed your mind?"

"Are you back together with Alexander Ashford?"

"Was the gala night just a publicity stunt?"