The Phantom CEO's Runaway Contract Lover

Chapter 4

Word Count: 616 | Released on: 22/04/2026

nd her wrist like a manacle. He dragged her from the dining room,

She stumbled, catching hersel

is face inches from hers. "Are you trying t

"I was just telling the truth," she said, her voice a cool cou

step back, his expression shifting from rage to a ki

now. You'r

. He cupped her chin, his grip unpleasantly tight. "Is th

st impressive. A real laugh escaped her this tim

elf, Arley. I'm

wistful, reminiscent look on her face. "And honestly, compared to th

en contorted with a primal, mascul

all, his hands trapping her on either side of her hea

ied, the words tasting like victory. "He's stronger than you, bette

nceive that she was telling the truth; he saw

"You want to play

at the screen. Kenia's contact photo appe

er. Rig

ze. For what you said at dinner. For

confession" would prove she was bluffing, that she still care

screen, at Kenia's smilin

e widened. S

icon. She looked up at him, a c

s your trap, Arl

looked at a proposal from Simmons G

o be having an unstable eve

The image was silent, but crystal clear. He watche

hand bent under the

, unfamiliar and terrif

one she didn't know about, and sent a

d h

the screen.

e room droppe

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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.”