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
Meeting The Models
Jordan, who had stayed quiet through the entire ordeal, finally broke the silence with a low whistle. "Well, that was… something. Guess we'll see how this plays out."
Sylus didn't wait for a response. He took my good hand gently in his, guiding me toward the door. The room was still buzzing with tension, but as the door shut behind us, I felt the weight of their judgment begin to lift.
Sylus's grip on my good hand remained steady as we walked through the hallway. The silence between us was comfortable, but then the speakers crackled to life.
"All contestants, please proceed to the main hall immediately."
Sylus's stride didn't falter as he glanced at me. "Come on, let's go."
I frowned, stopping in my tracks. "What do you mean, 'let's go'?"
His expression was calm but determined. "I'm walking you there."
I raised an eyebrow. "You can't do that."
"Oh, I can, and I will," he said, folding his arms as if daring me to argue.