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
Ascend Global Fashion Contest
I ran my hands over the smooth fabric of my sketchbook cover, tracing the embossed initials like they held some kind of calming magic. Today was the day—the first round of the Ascend Global Fashion Contest. Months of preparation, sleepless nights, and endless doubt had led to this moment. My heart was pounding so loudly it drowned out the steady hum of morning traffic outside my window.
I can do this. I reminded myself, gripping the book tightly. The thought was a mantra, one I had been whispering to myself for weeks. Today wasn't just about sketches or designs—it was about proving that I wasn't just a pawn in someone else's game. I was Freya, a designer in her own right, with the talent and ambition to reshape her future.
But as I zipped up my bag, preparing to head out, the sharp buzz of my doorbell jolted me. I froze mid-step. Who would come this early, and why now?