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The Dying Billionaire's Secret Contract Wife

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 680 | Released on: 12/01/2026

, a woman in her sixties with hair like a steel helmet

the wheelchair. Elsie was standing next to h

Hardin sai

cheeks. "You poor dear. The press is awful. But don't worry, we bought the boutique's

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he West Wing. Elsie is in the

space," H

your arrhythmias are unpredictable at night. You cannot be alone in that w

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t could freeze lava. "Elsie, you are moving into Hardin's su

lsie. Do something

ged. She's

ond villain's lair. It was all black marble, chrome

e bed was a king-sized slab

sofa," Elsie said,

door locked. "My mother has cameras in the hallway. If

We share

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is dead,"

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pretended to. He stumbled b

ie was pressed against his chest. His arms

e steam from the shower he had

was looking down. His fa

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methin

ding her. His hands were firm on her waist. His thum

anymore. It was about the man and the woman

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hitched. She di

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on her lips seemed t

he hit the shower door. His eyes were wild, b

ing finger at the door. "Distance. Keep y

mmed the bathroom

her waist where his hands ha

ealized. "He hates m

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“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."”