The Phantom CEO's Runaway Contract Lover

Chapter 3

Word Count: 688 | Released on: 22/04/2026

bloody slash. When Hope stepped out of the car at the entrance to the Simmons e

with a neckline that plunged daringly low. It wasn't the dress of a demure,

g, saw her. His eyes widened with a flicker of raw appreciation,

ou wearing?" he hiss

him, her eyes fixed on his father, Sterling Simmons Sr., t

, graceful curtsy. "Good evening,

e, nodded his approval of her manners, though his ey

marble statue. "Hope, don't play games," he warned,

lips leaving a faint stain on the crystal. "Of course I did. That's why I'm here. To pla

. He kept a proprietary hand on the small of her back, a performa

h an equally sharp mind, smiled across the table. "A

chest. "We're set for a preliminary meetin

t nothing. It was just another faceles

You're looking well. It seems you've been kee

t. All eyes turned to her. Arley's face darkene

st. She gave Porti

your partner is away that you have t

t was as if she'd dropped a grenade in the center of the floral

k to address her filet mignon. She cut a small, precise p

in the silent dining room. "It's been so long, I'v

word "habi

t phone calls... late at night. Don't tell

ed white where he gripped his silverware.

s throat, a loud, commanding so

Arley, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. "Wha

as angelic. Her

g sharply with her shin. A jolt of pain shot up her leg, b

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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.”