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The Phantom CEO's Runaway Contract Lover

Chapter 2

Word Count: 810 | Released on: 22/04/2026

ing service's lemon polish. Hope sat at her kitchen island, black coffee in hand, watchin

inst the cold marble countert

a Sp

at. She hadn't spoken to her former best friend in

sage wa

I heard Arley's back tomorro

instantly-a cascade of sapphires and diamonds Arley had boasted about winning in a remote Sotheby's auction six months ag

minder of who held Arley's affect

ds would have shaken. She would have swallowed the p

old Hope

old, bypassed the reply

panicking, Hope knew. She hadn't e

p. "Hope?" Her voice

ries. Her tone was like ice water.

n, a sharp intake of b

er voice dropping to a silky, venomous whispe

loves me!" Kenia's voice r

h the Simmons name attached to mine. I'm the one the world sees as his future w

ess, making small

an who has to hide in the shadows, who proves her existence wit

that s

at and commanding. "In front of the cameras, I

Kenia's ragge

busy when he gets back. The families are so eager for an heir. So do try to control you

or a response, sh

cked th

he'd been holding for a year finally escaped her lungs.

gain. This time, an

ding Mr. Simmo

airport. She was to smile for the cameras. She was to attend the Simmons family

ang again.

e boomed, devoid of any fatherly warmth. "Don't cause any trouble

ation, h

e gray Manhattan sky. They all s

e lawyer's email

eiv

le pinks she used to wear. Her fingers closed around the hanger of a

r of blood. The

ing to the

going to bur

l Park, an assistant placed a s

complete. We also flagged a 37-second call made

er chair, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the f

ng," he sa

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The Phantom CEO's Runaway Contract Lover

Ola Wilde Billionaires

“My father stole my mother's legacy and forced me into an engagement with Arley Simmons to secure a financial lifeline for his company. I became a mere bargaining chip, a tragic heiress sold to the highest bidder. Now, Arley was back from his year-long "business trip." But his mistress, my former best friend Kenia, texted me a photo flaunting a multi-million dollar sapphire necklace he had just bought her. "I heard Arley's back tomorrow. So happy for you both." It was a blatant declaration of war. Yet, the Simmons family didn't care about my humiliation. They demanded I play the doting fiancée to secure a crucial partnership with the elusive billionaire, Algernon McCarthy. They forced me to move into Arley's penthouse, and his mother ordered us to produce an heir immediately to silence the scandal. Arley even came home drunk, trying to force himself on me to do his "duty." They all thought I was just their puppet. They expected me to swallow the pain, hide in the shadows, and let my silent misery curdle while they built their empire on my broken life. But the old Hope was dead. I terminated the contract with the secret escort I had hired for the past year, ready to clean house and burn the Simmons family to the ground. What I didn't know was that the escort I had just thrown away like trash was the very billionaire god my enemies were desperately praying to.”