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The Ruined Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1060    |    Released on: 21/04/2026

e welcome mat, her bare fee

hidden Brooklyn apartment. The freezing rain dripped fro

ldest executive of the Phillips Gro

quickly threw three heavy deadbolts into place. He grabb

dn't dry

shot, burning with a

ded, her voice hoarse.

He let out a heavy sigh, the

the code, and pulled out a yellowed, folded do

hicle inspe

remote-controlled Trojan had been implanted into the electronic

bling finger at the si

d quietly. "He became a millionaire a week after t

ers traced the in

with Fenton?" she asked,

eet of paper. A wire transfer

he mechanic," Eduardo explained, tapping the paper.

ard, undeniable evidence. Fe

pleaded, his eyes filled with sorrow. "He controls eve

's eyelids. Then, the memory of Fenton standing in the bal

nity s

ing the car keys resting o

sie was already out the door. The fire in her veins comple

iver's seat of Eduardo's Asto

pedal. The engine roared like a wound

her knuckles white. Her other hand was crushed into

sion, turning the streetlight

lick lanes of the cross-sea bridge. The speed

Drive to the Long Island e

ed out. It accelerated silently, locking onto the taillights

bach, Arthur Michael stare

Martin's terrifying speed. A mu

is driver, his voice a low, dan

rror. The massive black grille o

est. Fenton's assassin

pedal harder, desp

of standing water on a sharp cu

he bridge as the sports car hydroplaned, sliding completely

lculated violence, the

orced steel side directly into the sliding A

arks showered into the rain

t halt, stopping less than two

yed, punching El

ad slammed against the steering wheel, and hot

he Maybach wa

a black trench coat, his heavy leather shoes splash

of the Aston Martin and ripp

ell of rain flo

ildly in her hal

arms blindly, terrified the assassin was

ng wrists in one hand, p

voice was deep, vibrating with

his tone made Elsie's b

trying to l

but a dark, blurred silhouette. But the scent of him-a heavy, intoxicating mix o

eeding gash on her forehead, sliding one arm

ver's seat, carrying her against his

e exhaustion and terror fi

t Arthur's broad, solid che

gently onto the

ed and blue lights of the police cr

his driver. "Take u

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The Ruined Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage
The Ruined Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage
“At her grand engagement party at the Plaza Hotel, Elsie Phillips thought she was the happiest woman in the world. Until a high-definition video of her being pinned down by a strange man in a hotel bed was suddenly broadcast on the ballroom's massive screen. Her fiancé, Kelvin, violently ripped his arm away in revulsion. His mother marched on stage, slapped Elsie across the face, and publicly canceled the wedding. Her "sweet" cousin Belle dug her nails into Elsie's arm, whispering that she looked exactly like the cheap slut she was. It was a vicious setup. Chased into the freezing rain by blinding tabloid cameras, Elsie hit rock bottom. But the nightmare was just beginning. An encrypted phone left by her late father suddenly rang, revealing a terrifying truth. Her parents' fatal car crash three years ago wasn't an accident. It was murder, bought and paid for by her uncle Fenton, who had since stolen her family's entire corporate empire. When Elsie tried to fight back, Fenton's guards locked her in a dark room. They forced her into degrading sheer lace, planning to sell her to a sadistic Wall Street psychopath for fifty million dollars. Standing on the edge of a second-story balcony, shivering in the freezing wind, Elsie's eyes burned with blinding hatred. Her parents were murdered, her legacy stolen, and her reputation dragged through the mud by her own blood. Was she really going to die here, completely ruined? Just as she let go of the railing to jump, a convoy of black armored SUVs smashed through the estate gates. Arthur Michael, the most ruthless billionaire in the country, caught her in his arms. He wrapped his custom jacket around her trembling body and handed her a fifty-page prenuptial agreement. "Marry me." He commanded, his eyes completely cold. "And I will help you send every single one of them to hell."”