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
Exposed Vulnerabilities
I barely registered the knock at first, buried deep under the covers as if they could shield me from everything. But the second knock was louder, pulling me from the cocoon of my thoughts. With a sigh, I forced myself up, brushing away the dried tears clinging to my face.
When I opened the door, I was surprised to see both Valerie and Maeve standing there, holding bags of snacks, blankets draped over their shoulders like they were ready for a full-on slumber party.
"Surprise!" Valerie's voice was bright, though her eyes shone with concern. Maeve smiled softly beside her, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"I booked the first flight when I saw the headlines. You know I couldn't leave you to deal with this mess alone," Maeve greeted me, stepping forward to give me a warm hug.
"Yeah," Valerie chimed in. "We couldn't let you mope around on your own."