The Phantom CEO's Runaway Contract Lover

Chapter 7

Word Count: 542 | Released on: 22/04/2026

. He threw a stack of printouts onto his d

and Fiancée

ptons Gala Rai

tability to McCarthy, this is what you gi

a hawk, spoke up. "The board needs to see a united front, Arley. Especiall

gaze lande

I have decided. Hope, you'll b

both said

rective. You will move into the Park Avenue penthouse. You w

's time you and Hope started working on the next generation. A

wanted to use a chi

eir. The ultimate trump card against Portia. He lo

ply pressure through her father, and she'd be fo

oice clear and steady.

Simmons Group. In the marketing department. I want a

ide the fortress to

k. It was a small price to pay to kee

She was being moved

hment. When they got to her bedroom, she looked at the large king-sized bed, the stag

told the foreman

's assistant delivered

k Avenue penthouse this afternoon, sir. I

igning a document,

he question was quie

sehold reports that Meredith Simmons is pressuri

rnon's hand snapped in two, splatt

his. The thought of her living with another man, of them wa

to-ceiling window, looking down o

was in another

d not a

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.”