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The Billionaire's Contract: Protecting My Secret Son

The Billionaire's Contract: Protecting My Secret Son

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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1369    |    Released on: 06/02/2026

olstery, but the gilding was too uniform. Still, worth a fortune. Her fingers were white, wrapped around the strap of a handbag she had bought at a thrift store in Queen

y pressed a hand to her lower abdomen, a secret

her. He looked at the time. To him, this wasn't a marriage. It was a merger. It was

ference room was set to a temp

, slid a document toward her. It was heavy. It hit the table wit

The Prenupt

e one outlines the complete forfeiture of any claim to the Bartlett estate, stoc

t shake. She flipped the heavy st

ed. His mouth hu

ddie could feel his judgment. It radiated off him like heat. She's in

the money. She wanted this t

eyes scanned the fine print at the bottom, a boilerplate clause about appended schedules. She flipped back to the attached asset list. Her appraiser's eye caught it in

. It clattered loud

" she said, her voi

l's eyebrow shot up again, t

enry?" Council asked, hi

is a ghost. That auction never happened. This document is built on a lie, w

ask of indifference finally cracking. He wasn't lo

o deal," the la

his eyes locked on Addie. "We'll strike Schedu

ed document back across the table. "Send a r

City Hall no

ht as well have been asking

ned his suit jacket. One b

downstairs

n't expect him to. They walked to the elevator with a meter of empty

his pocket. He pulled it out. Addie saw the name on the screen: Mother

man standing next to her. She was thinking about Leo. She was thinking about his lunchbox. Di

and security guards. Outside, t

," Coun

Maybach wa

ncil typed on his phone the entire time. Addie looke

rvous sweat. Couples were everywhere. Some were cry

. He stood stiffly, his shoulders rigid. He looked a

he license bureau. She didn't look back to see if he was followi

. She looked at Council, then at Addie. Addie in her worn woo

ether?" the

ey said i

this union of yo

es

es

It was the most honest

n he

me down. Thu

the cle

Addi

at Council. He stared back, h

d. "By the power vested in me

three

been holding for six months. Her shoulders dropped. A small, genuine smile touched her lip

it. He saw

t, he thought. She thin

Mr. Bartlett," Addie said. She tu

at her hand. He

. "One word to the press, a

ed the rear doo

pointed toward the subwa

id. "I have to go

ze. His eye

id

son.

thought. The sob story she uses to get sympa

t," h

oward the subway stairs. She moved fast, her coat flapp

ground. He got into the car. The le

the assistant sitti

ir

erything abo

ozone. Addie sat on a plastic bench. She pulled the marri

tle

word. It was

at the screen. It was Mrs

ach dropped.

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The Billionaire's Contract: Protecting My Secret Son
The Billionaire's Contract: Protecting My Secret Son
“I sat in a Louis XV-style chair that cost more than my entire education, picking at the peeling leather of my thrift-store handbag. Across the mahogany table, Council Bartlett didn't even look at me; he just checked his watch, treating our marriage like a corporate merger that needed to be finalized before the market closed. To the world, I was a gold digger hitting the lottery, but I was actually a woman with a secret I guarded more fiercely than a state secret. I had one week to show a social worker a stable home with a husband, or they would take my four-year-old nephew, Leo, and put him back into the system forever. The ink was barely dry on our marriage certificate when my world started to fracture. My aunt called, screaming for help as her drunk husband broke into her house, forcing me to leave my new "billionaire husband" in my cramped Queens apartment to handle a domestic nightmare with a baseball bat and pepper spray. When I returned, smelling of cheap whiskey and sweat, I found Council's mother-the ice-cold Hortense-waiting on a video call. She didn't just want a business arrangement; she wanted an heir, and she'd already sent a box of fertility drugs to my kitchen counter to prove it. I was living a lie in a tenement building, caught between a man who treated me like a line item and a social worker who viewed my life as a "phantom." Council was sleeping on my lumpy sofa, his expensive legs dangling off the end, while I locked the bedroom door every night. I didn't want his money; I just wanted my boy. But how could I survive a war where the enemy lived in a penthouse and the casualties were measured in custody hearings? Just as Council saw me holding Leo and the "Ice King" finally began to thaw, his phone buzzed with an anonymous threat. "I know you're faking it. Pay me 100k or the press gets the story." The blackmailer was someone inside the Bartlett estate, and the "shield" I had built for Leo was about to become our cage.”