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Contract Bride: Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 642    |    Released on: 30/01/2026

't a choke hold, but the weight of his hand was hea

ad shifted something in him. The cold detachment was gone, replaced by a dark,

bligations, Dos

lips brushed the sensitiv

cked up. It wasn't fear, exactly. It was revu

o capture

d her head

landed on

ock. He looked at her as if the furniture had suddenly started sp

is voice dropping an octave. "You t

m and put three feet of distance between the

ur shirt, Casper. Dior 9

udge on the white fabric. He flic

u are j

N

She pulled out the thick, leather-bound binder that contai

If one party engages in high-risk sexual behavior outside the marriage, the other party reserves the ri

gh bubbled up in his chest,

oting the

ook up from the page. "I don't want a disease,

the binder from her hands and slammed it onto

nd," he snarled.

ng like a breac

ng for the wife who cried because she loved him. But all he

egained his composure, pulling the mask of the CEO back into pla

the guest wing

," he threw over his shoulder. "Mother is expect

he door to t

like she had been holding for

He nudged her hand with a wet nose. He was technically Casper's dog-a

s in the dog's fur. Her

shield. But looking at the closed door of the guest

aster bedroom. She locked the

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“I was hired to be the "cure" for the Stuart family's reputation, a wife whose only job was to manage the emotional risks of Casper Stuart's cold-blooded empire. My life was governed by spreadsheets and compliance reports, and my value was measured solely by my ability to remain a silent, perfect asset. On our second anniversary, Casper didn't come home for dinner; instead, a Page Six alert showed him with a Victoria's Secret model at Soho House, his hand possessively on her back. When he finally returned, he didn't offer an apology, but a clinical reminder of my "obligations." I soon discovered he had given my three-million-dollar anniversary bonus-a pink diamond necklace-to his mistress, while tossing me a cheap bracelet his assistant had picked out. When his mother offered me a two-hundred-million-dollar settlement to disappear, Casper tore the contract to shreds in front of me. He whispered that he had bought up every cent of my family's medical and gambling debts, turning my marriage into a life sentence of indentured servitude. To prove his power, he kicked me out of his car in a rainstorm twenty miles from the city, leaving me to walk home barefoot while he drove off with my dog. "Tell her you want to stay," he had commanded in front of his mother, using my mother's life as leverage to keep his "portfolio" intact. I stood in the mud, shivering as the rain washed away the mask of the supportive wife, realizing that to the Stuarts, I wasn't a human being-I was a line item that could be liquidated or crushed at will. But Casper forgot one thing: I am an actress, and I've finally landed the role of a lifetime. I'm done managing his risks; I'm about to become his greatest liability.”