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
A Name With Weight
I spent the entire day perfecting the dress design. Every line, every fold had to be right. By the time I was done, it was already night, and my body ached from the long hours spent hunched over my sketches. But at least the design felt perfect—strong, feminine, and bold. Now, I just needed the fabrics.
The next morning, I set out early. My mind raced through a checklist of stores—local ones, high-end boutiques—everywhere I could think of that might have what I needed. But by the time I hit the fifth store, frustration crept in. The silk crepe? Sold out. The chiffon? Gone. Even the specialty satin organza had vanished from every shelf I searched.
"How is this even possible?" I muttered under my breath after leaving the last high-end store in town. The desperation in the air at the atelier must've reached the fabric suppliers too. Everyone had been gearing up for the upcoming competition, and clearly, I wasn't the only one needing the best materials.