Hidden Contract

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

Madel Cerda

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

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For years, I was known as Killian Emerson’s only weakness, the anchor for the ruthless crime boss while he built an empire. I thought it was for us, a life he was building to protect me.

But then I found out the truth. My high school bully, Dallas, was his mistress. He paraded her around at galas, bought her penthouses, and funded her multi-million-dollar cat sanctuary.

He bought her a sanctuary for stray cats while my brother was dying. I begged him for money for a life-saving treatment, but he told me he was busy and hung up. My brother died alone. Killian didn’t even come to the funeral.

When he finally called, he sounded bored. "Sorry to hear about your brother," he said casually, while I could hear Dallas in the background asking him to go ring shopping.

In that moment, the last bit of love I had for him simply died. He had forgotten every promise, even the one he made to ruin Dallas for carving "Worthless" into my wrist years ago.

Now, he protects her. He even let her crush the last memento my brother ever made for me, then broke my wrist when I lunged at her. After a car crash he caused, he left me bleeding in the wreckage to save Dallas, without a single look back.

But the biggest secret was yet to come. Lying in a hospital bed, a call from the county clerk revealed the truth. Killian and I were never legally married. The entire foundation of my life was a lie designed to control me.

And now, I'm taking back everything he stole from me. Starting with his empire.

Chapter 1

Elena POV:

The underworld used to whisper that I was Killian Emerson’s only weakness.

The truth, I now know, is far simpler: I was merely his anchor, the one thing holding him steady while he built an empire meant to protect a life I was never destined to share.

The secret wasn't even a secret anymore. Killian’s affair with Dallas Lucas—the girl who had been my personal nightmare in high school—was splashed across every gossip blog and society page.

The final nail in the coffin had been the charity gala two months ago. It was supposed to be our night, a rare public appearance together. I had spent hours getting ready, choosing a dress the color of his eyes, only to watch him step out of his Maybach on the evening news, her hand on his arm.

He didn't even bother to call.

After that, the silence in our mansion became a living, breathing thing. The bed grew cold, dinners were canceled with terse texts from his assistant, and the space between us stretched into a chasm of ice.

Dallas made sure I felt every inch of it. DMs would appear on my phone, sent “accidentally” from Killian's account—selfies of her wearing my emerald necklace, the one he’d given me on our first anniversary, her lips curved into a smug, triumphant smile.

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