The Ruined Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage

Chapter 9

Word Count: 869 | Released on: 21/04/2026

choing halls of the Manhattan City Hall. She wore a pri

looking like a dark god i

eading the standard vows. When Elsie took the thin, stamped marriage cert

into Westchester County, pulling up to a sprawling, mod

line of staff, bowing deeply as Elsie stepped out. Elsie forc

retreated to his study to take

ed upstairs to t

But all Elsie could see was the enormous King-size bed i

er and changed into the most conservative, long-sleeved silk pajamas she could find.

k, the bedroo

. He wore a dark grey robe, his hair slightly damp,

oured two glasses of red wine, and walked

e. He sat down on the mattress next to he

shifted his body toward her. A stray lock o

hand out, intending to tu

brushed the skin of her cheek,

if she had been burne

ark red wine splashed violently across the pure white

he. The walls of the

massive, uncontrollable flashback. She saw the dark hotel room. She felt

headboard. She wrapped her arms tightly around

her voice a broken, terrified

and froze

form. A physical pain, sharp and

ecause he was the monster in her nightmares. He

t down his throat. He slowly pulled his hand back,

t you," he said, his

from the bathroom, stepping toward

arder against the wood of the headb

owel onto the nightstand. He realized

distance between them. His face hardened b

lfill your obligations," he said

n her face. "I'm sorry," she choked ou

ew days," Arthur said without looking back, his tone tight with restrained emotion. "

utting the door f

collapsed onto the pillows, gasping

e stood by the window, lit a cigar, and inhaled dee

I need the best psychiatric intervention

e empty. Mrs. Gable informed her that Mr. Michae

e grey sky, a heavy mix of relief

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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."”