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Framed By Betrayal: Billionaire's Possessive Contract

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1085    |    Released on: 21/04/2026

. He reached over the edge of the sofa, his fingers closing around the vibrating

to answe

of any warmth. The silence

e a problem. Logan Group just revised their bid for the Merid

ightened until the metal casing creaked under the pr

traffic from our internal server. Multiple data packets point to Haylie Morales's term

ly, his gaze landing on the woman sprawled on the sofa. The soft, sat

he footage was grainy but clear enough. There she was, in her blue dress, slipping away from the ballroom. And there, at t

n his chest, sharp and sickening. She had sold him out. She had sold his

floor and threw it on. He snatched the cashmere throw from the back of

driver. "Back

ofa, handling her like a sack of grain. He didn't bother adjusting the blanke

ouldn't. If he did, he might do

n, the hum of the machinery the only sound. He stepped

seat. She slumped against the door, a crumpled mess of blue fa

ttan traffic. The neon signs from the street streaked past the t

the drumming of rain on the roof and the soft, p

drug was still working its way out of

her squirm, remembering how she had responded to his touch just minutes

flying over the screen. He typed out a termination agreement, the words harsh

d parking garage of his penthouse. The driver

e didn't wait for her.

ard standing by the elevator. "No ele

She could barely stand, her legs buckling. He gripped he

s chest. He stared at the descending floor numbers, his reflection in

ntil she confessed. But more than that, he wanted to erase the last hou

yer. The lights were off, the only illumination coming f

he front door. His voice

marble floor. She looked around, her eyes

istance. He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her backward. Her back hit the door

forced her face up, making her look at him. His eyes were blazing, the fury in the

The words didn't make sense. Logan? Bid? She

d on his trousers, a gesture of utter disgust. "You're fired. Effect

utton on the wall. "Security. Remove the corpora

in suits stepped inside. They moved ef

d tearing from her throat. "

d carried her out the door. The elevator doors cl

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Framed By Betrayal: Billionaire's Possessive Contract
Framed By Betrayal: Billionaire's Possessive Contract
“Haylie waited nervously at the Wall Street charity gala for her boyfriend Bryan, but a spiked drink hit her hard, leaving her stumbling into a VIP lounge. There, Chester Steele, the ruthless CEO of Steele Industrial, found her-drugged and vulnerable. What started as a frantic claiming in the shadows ended with him whispering she was his. But moments later, a security alert shattered everything: data breach traced to Haylie's terminal. Chester's fury exploded. He saw her brush past a Logan Group rival on footage and dumped her in the rain, firing her as a corporate spy. Bryan answered her desperate call with ice: "It's over." Reporters swarmed her door, branding her a traitor. Arrested at the office by FBI agents, she watched smug coworker Erin wave goodbye. Thrown in a cell, chained and grilled with fake evidence-offshore accounts in her name-Haylie learned the worst: charges now included her sick father, Ernest, framed for laundering the leak money. Plead guilty or he dies in prison. Innocent and raging, she couldn't fathom who planted it all-the gala bump, the logs, the forgeries. Why her? Who hated her enough to destroy her life? Chester burst in, posting unlimited bail but forcing her signature on a slave contract: live in his penthouse, serve him 24/7. As she collapsed in his arms, trapped in his gilded cage, Haylie vowed silently-she'd uncover the real traitor and make them pay.”