The Billionaire's Cruel Secret Contract Marriage Deal

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 605 | Released on: 13/01/2026

ne was slowly leaving Imogen's s

s hands. They were elegant, long-fingered. N

dual," Gael said, signaling a wa

Or they think he does." Imogen took the water with trembling

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comes. He's a serial k

a dentist

stared.

asked if I could meet you so you wouldn't be stood up. I shouldn't hav

, expensive car still lingered. An IT guy? She looked at his calm demeanor, the way he handled Chad with brutal efficiency. It didn't quite add up. But what

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. My... family... is pressuring me to settle

e certificate to get a new passport without my paren

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's compl

ise in his tone that Imogen missed. "Conditio

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en bedrooms. "You'll have your own space.

nodded. "Okay.

ng lower. "This is a contract. A partnership.

nd. It would be hard not to have expectations. But she was broke

said. "Stric

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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.”