The Phantom CEO's Runaway Contract Lover

Chapter 9

Word Count: 544 | Released on: 22/04/2026

d. Arley, frantic as he prepared for his meeting at the McCarthy

A single, heavy platinum cufflink with a uniqu

asn'

aunted him with. The r

udy and slapped the cu

this?" h

s oversight in her scorched-earth campaign to erase him. It was Drake's. He'd left it here once.

k and closed her hand around it.

ne of my business? You are my fiancée! You

, the prenup, the non-existent recording.

fear and knew

make a scene about this,

right

cufflink to your father. Tell everyone your fianc

t me. They'll dig. They'll find out who this mystery man is. And in the pro

went

tion, dragged through the mud for the entire world to see." She leaned in, her voice a

It wasn't his company, or his father,

led with a new kind of fear. A

spat, before turning

ooked at the cufflink in her palm, a strange annoyance

t engraved on it was the private emblem

, at that very moment, on

. He adjusted the cuffs of his plain, unadorned shirt, having deliberately left any identifying jewelry or

introduced as Al

Director of Project Acquisit

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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.”