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Contract Marriage: From Vows To Vengeance

What good could come out of a loveless marriage birthed from a bitter feud? Amelia Hudgens' dream of a marital bliss filled with love was shattered when she was married off to Daniel Theodore as a pawn for an ancient vendetta. Her husband, Daniel, was a cruel and abusive man who tormented her with his mistress and his fists. He shattered her dreams of happiness and freedom, leaving her broken and hopeless. Hope bloomed, fragile as a butterfly's wing, when she discovered life stirring within her, but fate had other plans. A tragic accident took away her unborn baby, leaving her shattered and alone. Daniel blamed her for everything, even in the hospital where she was recovering. He showed no mercy, only malice. Amelia wanted to end her misery, to jump from a bridge and drown in the sea. But as she was about to take the final plunge, she crossed paths with Cullen, a mysterious man who saved her from the brink of death. He was kind and gentle, a soothing balm for her wounded soul. He offered her a chance to start over, to heal from her past. But could Amelia trust him? Could she rebuild her life and find happiness again? Could she stand up against Daniel, who would stop at nothing to get her back? Was Cullen's help all genuine?

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Chapter 87

A muscle ticked in Cullen's jaw when Amelia refused his help. He watched her struggle with her injured arm to brush her hair.

Seeing a relaxed expression on her face, he sighed deeply and took the brush from her.

"Don't help me," Amelia protested. She turned her head to face him and stretched her hands to retrieve the brush from him.

However, Cullen stood tall behind her without flinching. Starting down at her, he asked, "Why did you not say this when I offered to help you into your dressing room?" he taunted.

Amelia's hands halted. She reduced them to her side and raised her chin in the air. "That was because I needed your help. Now, I can do this perfectly,"

"You're mad at me," Cullen let out his observation.

Amelia shook her head sat down properly, and started at the mirror before her. "I'm not," she denied, hoping he won't smell it.

"You are," Cullen met her eyes from the mirror before them, "And it's fine,"