The Ruined Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage

Chapter 6

Word Count: 879 | Released on: 21/04/2026

liced across her exposed skin like invisible razor

pupils contrac

e older man crashing into the dirt. Arthur sprinted t

Elsie's body shattered against th

augh

slammed brutally into the cobblestones, cracking the stone beneath him, but hi

d, her eyes

s enveloped in a wall of radiating body heat and the s

entire body convulsing with violent, uncontrollable s

ndprint on her cheek. He saw the humiliatin

m crystallized int

suit jacket and wrapped it tightly around Elsie's

stumbled forward, his hands raised in panic. "Mr. Michael, I swear, thi

keeping Elsie securely t

of anger. It was the look a man give

voice a low, demonic whisper that carried a

nd short-circuiting. How could this disgraced, ruined girl b

oor, freezing when they saw the scene.

g a shaking finger at Elsie. "She's a d

her. He simply raised two

a blur, delivering a vicious, open-ha

the ground, blood instantly poo

her daughter. "You're monsters! I'll

rk, humorless laugh

as playing a crystal-clear audio recording of Fenton negotiating Elsie's p

g with absolute finality. "The investigation into Phillips Group's f

ed forward, trying to grab Arthur's pant leg.

d pray to whatever god you believe in that she isn't seriously

listened to this man completely obliterate her nightmare w

l coldness in his eyes vanished, rep

his chest rumbling against her

Not a single one of Fenton's guards dar

out, locking down every exit of the estate to ensure Fent

ed in beside her. The heavy door slammed shut

ater finally broke the last of Elsie's defenses.

ge, pulled out a bottle of water, and unscrewed th

ises forming on her wrists whe

vements were slightly stiff, unpracticed, but he gent

raw. "Who are you?" she whispered

is dark eyes locked ont

ow, steady anchor, "who can help you s

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The Ruined Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage

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“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."”