The Ruined Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage

Chapter 8

Word Count: 740 | Released on: 21/04/2026

al room. The only sound was the rhythmic, mecha

evidence on the laptop screen and the co

re disgust. She remembered the sheer terror of being lo

d through the gates, her

ribs. She gripped the white hospital sheets so tightly her knuck

chael," she said, her voice

's eyes. He gave a single, curt nod and tu

grey suits marched in, carrying thick leather briefcases. The

fty-page document from his briefcase a

l agreement, M

the cuff of his shirt, his fingers brushing against hi

older. The legal jargon

t all public functions. Their finances would remain entirely separate. In

inject five hundred million dollars into the Phillips G

inal page. Her eyes

tions of a spouse, including but not limited t

violent wave of nause

The heavy weight of a man pinning her down

pointed at the paper. "What exactly does 'necessary i

visceral panic taking over her body.

he distance between them. Hi

gerous rumble that vibrated in her chest,

, pressing her back hard against the pi

sh of dark frustration-and something that look

face returning to

rcing women," he added coldly.

napped. The promise of time wa

Montblanc pen the lawyer offered and pressed the nib

gleam flared in his eyes. He took the pen from her a

ed them with a notary seal, and bowed. "Congratul

ng his suit jacket. "You

oom for debate. "In four hours, my styling team will be

eath hitch

. He paused, looking back

not waste time," he said

he reality of what she had just done sinking like a ston

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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."”