The Phantom CEO's Runaway Contract Lover

Chapter 8

Word Count: 609 | Released on: 22/04/2026

Two master suites at opposite ends of a sprawling floor

The McCarthy deal was stalled, Kenia w

but instead of going to his own r

awake. The reek of whiskey fi

over. "Time to do... my duty," he slurred,

ged fo

helming. He pinned her wrists, his weight crushing her. The silk of her nightgown rippe

with the sheets,

her body go limp for a s

thinking she

er knee up, hard and fast, with every ounce of stre

shriek of pure agony. He convulsed and rolled off the bed

of her nightgown around her. Her heart was a ja

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nly groan

assault by either party, the aggrieved party reserves the right to unilaterally termin

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oothly. "Imagine what happens to the Simmons Group stock pric

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my room. Or the next person to hear

final blow. He knew she would

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body finally starting to tremble with delayed sh

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surveillance in this dense urban canyon; a fixed, long-range observation post was far more discreet. He had seen it all. He could

m, immediately follow

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ed up h

his assistant. "Tell him I've had a change of heart. The meeting is t

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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.”