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
Monsters In The Making
The final buzzer went off, and the room fell silent.
I put down my pencil, my heart pounding in my chest. The tension was suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of ambition and expectation. Around me, the other contestants began to shift in their seats. Some sighed in relief, others slumped forward as if the competition had wrung every ounce of strength from them. I tightened my grip on the edge of the desk, willing myself to stay calm.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Isla. She was the picture of composure, her posture straight and her lips curved in a slight, knowing smile. It made my blood simmer. Isla always had a way of making her confidence feel like a dagger aimed at everyone else in the room.
The announcer's voice crackled to life over the speakers. "Contestants, the results have been finalized. Please make your way to the stage."