The Phantom CEO's Runaway Contract Lover

Chapter 5

Word Count: 580 | Released on: 22/04/2026

r pressed th

before Kenia answered, her voice thick

head, a smug jerk, for H

en beyond the terrace, not on him. She let out a soft, breathy sig

, darl

was a low,

ce. Arley's victorious

ame intimate, post-coital tone, "Arle

for air. "He's so impatient to have me fu

llowed by a hysterical shriek. "ARLEY! YO

hite, red, and purple. He lunged for th

We'll be done soon. I'll have him call you back when he's..

enching sob, an

smiled, an expression of pure, angelic innocence. "

speechless. His phone began to buzz violently in his ha

o. He had t

out, before turning and storming off the terrace, a

nuine, triumphant laugh b

mahogany-paneled study, the mood was grim. Ste

ling announced, his voice like gravel, "is securing the exclusive North

Whoever lands this deal will have

y fire for the p

phone call, puffed up his chest. "I'll ha

ation away. McCarthy. Another weakness t

ad no

the man her enemies were desperate to court... was the same man she had paid

ootage. Arley fleeing in a panic. Hope, alone on

ive and dark, went through

vented a lover to provoke Arley. This

e official partnership request

were fixed on the image o

m wait,"

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

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.”