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The Dying Billionaire's Secret Contract Wife

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 861 | Released on: 12/01/2026

in front of her-some kind of co

e head of the t

er will be dining in his study ton

he empty chair. "

e house pressing against her ears.

study?" she

. But Mr. Hunter gave

g up. "I don't follow instructions

Godfrey said, thoug

nd the double oak doors at the end of the hall. She didn't knock. She was tired of the game

ed the d

, we ne

avily against the heavy oak desk, his knuckles white as he supported his weight.

way. He gripped the desk tighter to steady himse

snarled, though his voice lacked

es, but he looked like a strong wind would k

n't hu

"The deal involves appearances. Eating dinner alone o

said. He took a sip of whiskey. "Just you

landed li

"Because I remind yo

d. "Greed. Desperation. You're a gold digger, Elsie. Let

I had no choice,

rawer and pulled out a checkbook. "How much? How much to le

him. "I don't

"That's all you want. You want the payout. You w

easured, as if he were calculating the energy cost of each one. He s

t," he w

ve w

dropped to her chest, then back to her face

ned. "What are y

d pressed harder. "He said you were a prude. Maybe that's why he cheated.

d her to run away, to keep her distance, because every time she got close, his hea

he shame washed over her, hot and st

She saw the challenge in his eyes. He

chin. A cold smil

ked softly. "Is that it? You're t

es narrowed

e money?" Elsie reached for the

the firs

d. He hadn't expected

er collarbone was exposed, pal

ing closer. She was invading his space no

for the th

were blown wide, swallowing the gold irises. The air in the room grew thick,

more. She was furious

ng on the fabric. "Are you going to stop me

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Jia Zhong Romance

“I stood in the ballroom of the Plaza Hotel, clutching a crystal flute of champagne that felt like a lead weight. It was my engagement party, the night I was supposed to be the happiest woman in New York. Then my phone buzzed with a link that shattered everything. I watched a video of my fiancé, Jed, tangled in the arms of my roommate while he laughed about how I was just a "boring, safe little girl" he needed to tolerate until my family's stock transfer went through. When I confronted him and walked out, I thought the nightmare was over, but my own father called me in a rage. He didn't care that I'd been betrayed; he only cared that the merger was the only thing keeping him from bankruptcy. He froze my bank accounts and left me with exactly forty-two dollars to my name. Jed started sending me threats, promising to leak private videos to the press if I didn't come back to him. I was penniless, homeless, and being hunted by a man who wanted to destroy my soul. Desperate, I took the only deal left on the table: a contract marriage to Hardin Hunter, a reclusive billionaire heir with terminal heart failure. The deal was simple: ten million dollars to be a "nurse with a ring" for six months until he passed away. I signed the papers and moved into his gothic manor, expecting to wait for a heart to stop beating. But when Hardin pinned me against a wall, his grip like iron and his pulse thundering with a strength no dying man should possess, I realized the "dying" heir was a lie. "You're not dying," I whispered, feeling the raw power of his heart against my hand. Hardin just looked at me with eyes like molten glass and said, "I might be a monster, Elsie, but I'm the only one who can keep you alive."”