The Billionaire's Cruel Secret Contract Marriage Deal

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 769 | Released on: 13/01/2026

ent angle of tension. She put on her stiff, wrinkled jeans and the shirt that still had a

because she couldn't afford another Uber. The w

th, trying to summon a persona she didn't possess: a compliant,

n the door. Th

coffee made her stomach cramp with hunge

had said: He'll be wearing

Businessmen in suits.

she s

aring a grey hoodie-close enough to a sweater-and th

ine was sharp enough to cut glass. His hair was dark and slightly messy

was old? Or ju

spine. This was it. The

man didn't look up until she was

le smile. "I'm Imogen. Sorry I'm exactl

n look

ecognition. Those eyes.

car flashed in her mind for a split second before she pushed it away. It couldn't

rt, then back to her bruised cheek. His expression didn't

me, rolling it around in his mouth like

nvited. She needed to sit. Her legs were shaking. "Look, can we just...

e corner of his mouth. He leaned back, crossing his arms ove

ed. "And what am

he gestured vaguely to herself, flushing. "I know I don't look like much right now. I h

f his glasses and set them on the table. Witho

ess arrangement," he stat

nda said you needed someone reliable. I need... stability. I need to get

er instantly, of course. The girl from the rain

e. She thought he was some

f the company she wanted to work for, and that her sketchboo

n her cheek. He saw the desperatio

id softly. "That's a

ressed. "I'm not looking for

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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.”