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The Dying Billionaire's Secret Contract Wife

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 790 | Released on: 12/01/2026

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loomy manor and into the city for "retail therapy." They were in a boutique

spered, nudging her. "The

Hardin had had it sent to her room that morning via Go

red dress off the rack. Backless

skin. She turned to look at her back in the mirror. The bruise o

otion erupted ou

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froz

the curt

utique, looking disheveled. He was drunk

" Elsie shouted

n he saw her in the red dress. L

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ay of complimentary champagne on a silve

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raised his han

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me!" Je

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," she said, her voice low and dangerous, "I

later. They dragged Jed o

le of the store. The adrenaline w

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. She pulled out the Black

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aid respectfully. "The bill ha

rowned.

ey said they have been tracking Mr. Reeves since the incident at the Plaza. They wanted to ens

. She looked out

loading zone, was the black SUV.

see him, but

was w

e. He had been following he

But as she walked out of the store with the re

din watched Elsie exit the stor

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ghost of a smile touched

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der it

ow. "Take us home. My wif

going to off

his eyes. "If I'm nice to her, she'll get

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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."”