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
You Like That Mama?
Warning: intense scene ;) 18+
My hands clawed at the tattered remains of his shirt, my broken fingers forgotten in the desperate need to feel his skin against mine. The blood, the grime—none of it mattered. Not when the fire in my belly was only growing, hotter, fiercer, with every breathless gasp, every ragged kiss that drew me deeper under his spell. Sylus was everywhere, and the feel of his mouth on mine was all I wanted. My knees felt weak; I could barely catch my breath.I'd never felt anything like this, not even the faintest spark of this wild, consuming need with Alexander.
Alexander.
The thought of him hit like a jolt of cold water, momentarily cracking the feverish haze surrounding me. His face flashed in my mind, a reminder of the fragile, twisted web I was already caught in, and the risk I was taking. This — whatever this was with Sylus — could shatter everything if anyone found out.