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
Into The Depths
I hesitated, the eerie quiet of the place unsettling me. But something in his tone made it impossible to argue, so I reluctantly followed him deeper into the maze of painted walls.
The hiss of paint hitting the wall startled me at first, but then I froze, unable to move. My hand trembled, and I clenched it tightly around the can, but nothing happened.
Sylus stepped closer, his presence warm and steady behind me. One hand rested lightly on my waist, the other guiding the hand holding the can. His breath brushed against my ear as he whispered, "Let me do it with you."
I swallowed hard, trying to will myself into action, but the tension in my body refused to ease.
Sylus sighed and pulled away, the loss of his warmth somehow making the moment more unsettling. He stood there for a moment, looking at me, his eyes unreadable. Then he spoke, his voice low and serious.