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
Someone Within The Family
Nathan staggered slightly as he got to his feet, his eyes half-lidded but clearing up, and I steadied him, keeping my grip firm. His expression was dazed but content, as if some invisible weight had finally lifted.
"Freya, I swear," he murmured, "that was… honestly, that was the greatest relief I've felt in my life. I mean, if more men knew about this place, maybe they'd all pour out their heavy hearts."
His words, innocent as they were, sparked an idea. Lucas. The lawyer. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to shake his rigid demeanor and get him to reveal something valuable.
I made up my mind on the spot and turned to Madam May. "Actually, May, I could use a small favor. Got a vial of that aphrodisiac you use in the Dark Night rooms?"
Madam May's brows shot up, her mouth twisting in a knowing smirk. "And what would you be wanting that for, little Freya?" Her voice was half-tease, half-warning, but she held back the questions.