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
The Cost Of Control
I rose to my feet, Lady Beatrice's demand still ringing in my ears like the oppressive weight of a storm gathering on the horizon. She thought she'd laid down the final word, that her command would break me, shackle me permanently to the Ashford legacy. But as I reached the doorway, a thought bubbled up, fierce and defiant. I turned on my heel, casting one last glance over the silent assembly.
"Oh," I said, my voice echoing across the hall, drawing all eyes back to me. "Before I forget—" I paused, savoring the sharp attentiveness that rippled through the room, "—you all keep adding conditions, piling them on, as if you're the only ones in control. But you forget one simple truth." My gaze swept over them, lingering on Lady Beatrice and Alexander, whose half-lidded, smug expression faltered just slightly. "You need me more than I will ever need you."
Murmurs rustled through the room like dry leaves in the wind, unsettled and curious.