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
A Dangerous Proposition
The air in Mr. Lawrence's office felt thick, almost suffocating. I could sense something was off the moment I stepped inside, but I had to stay focused. I needed help, and this was my last shot at getting it.
Mr. Lawrence's gaze was piercing, his expression unreadable as he leaned back in his chair. "Miss Sinclair," he said slowly, each word dropping like a weight in the room, "I've reviewed the situation… and I'm sorry, but I can't take your case."
His words hit me like a punch to the gut.
"What?" I blinked, my voice cracking with disbelief. "Why not?"
He raised an eyebrow, giving me a look that made me feel foolish for even asking. "Isn't it obvious?" His tone dripped with indifference. "You decided to go against an Ashford."