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
Bonds Shattered, Bridges Built
The Last Day Before the Final Round
The empty studio echoed with the sound of my shoes tapping against the polished floor as I set my sketchpad down on the table. The room smelled faintly of fabric dye and wood polish, a strangely comforting mix that reminded me of late nights spent working on designs. Maeve leaned against the far wall, scrolling through her phone with an air of boredom. Tatiana sat in a chair near the window, legs crossed elegantly, absently chewing on a piece of gum.
"Alright," I began, pulling my sketchpad open to the page where I'd painstakingly worked on my design the night before. "This is what I've come up with."
I held it up for them to see.
Maeve glanced up briefly, arching an eyebrow. "That's it?"
Tatiana snorted, twirling a strand of her glossy blonde hair around her finger. "I thought you'd bring something more… impressive."
My jaw tightened. I wasn't sure why I'd expected anything else.