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
My HUMAN RAG
The darkness surrounding me felt alive, heavy with the echo of my own strained breaths. I was bound, my wrists tethered high above my head, straining against the tight, unyielding binds. My vision was hazy, but there was no mistaking the form standing before me—Alexander, his face etched with that familiar look of cold amusement. His gaze lingered over me with a quiet cruelty, as though relishing the sight of me powerless.
A small vial gleamed ominously in his hand, its contents a viscous, amber liquid that swirled in slow, menacing currents.
"Oh, you're awake." His voice was deceptively soft, each word laced with something darker, something twisted. "I thought you'd want to see this." He tilted the vial, letting the light catch on the glass, turning it into a sinister glow. "This isn't just some street concoction. It's been perfected by the Ashfords, genetically modified in our private garden for… training purposes. Trust me, It breaks even the strongest wills."