The Ruined Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage

Chapter 7

Word Count: 793 | Released on: 21/04/2026

pulling up to the heavily guarded VIP entrance of

l swallowed by his suit jacket-in his arms. A team

Silas Grey, the chief of medicine, quickly went to work, check

lass wall, watching Elsie wince as the nurse applied antiseptic. H

e room, pulling his st

oft tissue bruising, mild concussion. But her nervous system is

ve known you for a decade, Arthur. I've never seen you s

d it could freeze boiling wat

door open and wa

sitting up against the pillows. She looked pale and exhausted, but the

e of the bed. He placed a sleek,

etailed due diligence report flooded the

the Phillips Group over the last three ye

ath hitched. Fenton hadn't just stolen money; he had mor

d the room, laughing with board members about h

s, blinding hatred. If Arthur hadn't intervened, her

ed. Lee Westo

s are declining across the city. And I've leaked the audio of Belle facilitating the... transactio

veins. She looked up at Arthur, her emotions

e FBI, the market manipulation. This costs m

uine respect in his eyes. He leaned ba

aid smoothly. "I am the primary h

mily. They owned half the financial institut

ation. To unlock the core capital of the trust, I must be marrie

wife who is obedient, who has no powerful backing to cause m

ruined in polite society. You have no

In the eyes of this billionaire, her absolute

on the edge of her bed, leaning over h

put Fenton in a federal prison, but I will give you the ca

ents' crushed car. The memory of Aisha forcing her int

tare of the most powerful man she had eve

mouth twitched upward i

, his voice dropping an octave. "Or unti

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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."”