The Billionaire's Cruel Secret Contract Marriage Deal

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 499 | Released on: 13/01/2026

wo inches. "We should discuss terms. I assume you ha

knew how much money she was agreeing not to

oge

and booming. Imogen flinched so hard

here, looking red-face

a tight polo shirt that emphasized his gym muscles, his face slick wi

craping loudly against the f

Chad reached out and grabbed her upper arm. His fingers d

cried out, tryi

is the dentist? Look at him. He looks like he spend

didn't even look angry.

m," Gael said. His voice

ightening his grip. Imogen winced, a

d was the

e was sitting; the next, he was standin

He was lean, elegant. But the grip

cream as the pressure on his radial nerve became u

ed, leaning in close t

h a sickening pop of the shoulder joint,

d gone silent. Eve

ing my arm!"

m and terrifyingly devoid of emotion, "I will not just

shoving him toward

face purple with humiliation. He shot a v

est heaving. She looked at

tammered. "You

ransforming instantly back into the mild-mannered m

," he said deadpan. "Root ca

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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.”