The Billionaire's Cruel Secret Contract Marriage Deal

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 807 | Released on: 13/01/2026

t blurred the world into gray static. Imogen huddled deep

ve dollars to get to a Motel 6 on the other side of Queens, b

mmed, was driving a black Toy

o the curb, its engine purring with a low, expensive rumble. Imogen squinted thr

grabbed the handle of her suitcase and wrestled it off the cur

en the back d

suitcase into the footwell. It didn't fit well; she had

eat, slamming the door

by the soft hum of climate control and the faint, woodsy scent of

sleeve, which only smeared them further. "I am so sorry about the wet luggage," she b

as no r

es back on. Her vision cleared en

not a Toy

console between the front seats with a touchscreen glowing with climate con

wore a dark hoodie pulled up, but his posture was rigid. He had been in

head slowly

ping hair, her muddy sneakers on his custom floor mats, and the suitcase

p, a baritone that vibrated in the qui

arge man with a thick neck, his face obscured by a dark baseball ca

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self against the door. "I... I thought

e man said dryly, his tone

She had jumped into a stranger's car. A rich

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ked. "Let

river with a slight nod.

umbled out onto the pavement, slipping on the wet asp

he large black car. A beat-up Toyota Ca

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d vanished into the rain, taking with it her clothes, her shoes, a

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“Imogen lived her life as a servant in her own home, scrubbing floors for foster parents who treated her existence like a bad debt. Her only escape was a hidden sketchbook filled with architectural designs, a secret world she kept tucked away in a utility closet. The nightmare peaked when her foster father tried to sell her to her abusive ex-boyfriend for five thousand dollars. When she refused, he drew blood with a slap and threw her into a midnight storm, threatening to burn her passport and birth certificate if she ever returned. Drenched and terrified, she accidentally dove into a luxury sedan instead of her Uber. She fled the mysterious, cold-eyed passenger in a panic, but she left her suitcase behind-taking her clothes, her ID, and her life's work with it. The next morning, she went to meet a "dentist" for a forced marriage arrangement, only to find the man from the car waiting for her. He claimed he was just a low-level IT guy, offering her a marriage contract to help her recover her documents and escape her family's reach. She didn't understand why a simple coder handled her violent ex with such brutal, practiced efficiency. She didn't know why he looked at her sketches like they were worth millions, but with forty dollars in her pocket and a bruised face, she agreed to be his "business partner" wife. The lie collapsed during a nursing shift at a VIP hospital wing. She walked into a room to find her "IT guy" standing there in a thousand-dollar suit, looking every bit the billionaire heir he'd sworn he wasn't. "Grandma," Gael said, pulling Imogen against him as he faced the matriarch of the Fuller empire. "This isn't just the nurse. This is Imogen, my fiancée." Trapped in his arms, Imogen realized she hadn't found a way out. She had just traded her foster family's basement for a billionaire's golden cage.”