Bound By Blood: The Billionaire's Contract

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 727 | Released on: 03/02/2026

ng against the wet pavement. The rain had started in

ooked like she was about to protest the detour, Dawn would let out a dry h

trina muttered. "Dozier is going

than a spectacle

It was a darker route, lined with dense woods that swallowed the headlights. This

" Catrina complaine

O'Malley said. "Faste

er intel pinpointed the time of impact at 7:4

were

Catrina snapped. "I'm miss

ss Catrina," O'Malley

's what they called a highly probable, high-impact threat that everyone ignored until it was too

Jennings Stafford was abou

," Dawn sa

d at her. "You just w

w down!" Da

the authority in her t

shape had sheared through the guardrail on the curve. It wasn't a norma

he brakes fully. The Lincoln skidded, the anti-l

alt twenty yards fr

a heartbeat, broken only by t

hat?" O'Malley

, just drive. That's none of our busi

ady unbucklin

grabbed her arm. "It's p

d on her arm, then up at her

ed at her face instantly, soaking the silk dress within seconds. It wa

ey yelled, scrambli

guardrail. The mud was slippery, sucking at her heels. She kicked t

from the engine block. The smell of gasoline was th

attered but held together by the lamination-b

rom the rear window

nating the interior in a

er the wheel, his neck at

was a mask of blood, but those eyes... she would know those

gs Sta

s off her prison sentence. The man whose calculated disappearance for three months would

re. Dying in the mud while she was me

this

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Bound By Blood: The Billionaire's Contract

Out Of Town Romance

“I woke up gasping for air, expecting the cold concrete of a prison cell, but my fingers sank into the plush leather of a luxury Lincoln. I was twenty-four again, wearing the silver silk dress from the night my life was systematically destroyed. Beside me sat my cousin Catrina, the woman whose carefully crafted lies had orchestrated my ruin and sent me to a penitentiary for five years. In my first life, this was the night the dominoes fell. Catrina stole my jewelry to paint me as mentally unstable, and by morning, I was stripped of my medical license and labeled a criminal. My mother's family, the Montgomerys, stood by and watched as my father's company was devoured by wolves, treating my existence like a "liability" that needed to be managed. I still felt the phantom tremors in my hands from prison fights and the stinging betrayal of being discarded by the people I called family. I had lived through five years of absolute hell, a former surgeon rotting in a cell while the people who framed me toasted to their success at galas I was no longer invited to. "Don't be selfish, Dawn," Catrina whispered, reaching for the necklace that would later be used as evidence against me. "Let the jewelry shine on someone who actually matters." She thought I was still the fragile victim she could manipulate, but she didn't realize I had returned from the grave with the cold, clinical calculation of a fixer. Instead of walking into her trap at the gala, I forced the car onto a dark service road and dragged a dying billionaire, Jennings Stafford, from the wreckage of a burning SUV. He was the only man powerful enough to destroy my enemies, and as I stitched his wounds with stolen supplies, I didn't ask for a thank you. I looked him dead in the eye and proposed a contract that would set the world on fire. "I want a strategic marriage. You get a harmless wife with a legacy name to calm your board, and I get immunity from everyone who ever touched me." The bill for my five years in prison had finally come due, and I was here to collect.”