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Bound By Blood: His Unwanted Contract Bride

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 820    |    Released on: 22/04/2026

y and bad taste. Crystal chandeliers hung over a table that seat

side her, her princess backpack bouncing. The moment they

k robe that probably cost more than Darleen's entire wardrobe. Kian ha

flashed a smile that

he prodigal slut returns. And wi

for Julian, then lifted Aria into the seat

leen up and down, his gaze

ear without a word, and now you show up with two kids in tow? W

rk eyes fixing on Kian. The look was so cold, so intense

the tension. She leaned for

ed. "Does your baby daddy even pay chil

r fork and clutched her backpack to her c

as

splashed over the rim, staining the white tableclo

t Kian, her

voice low and biting. "You have absolutely no right to tal

He slammed his palm on

your mouth,

re living in our house, eating our food. You're

ll height, she seemed to tower over the seated couple.

was necessary for the children

tort, but Aria suddenly popped

shouted, her voice ringing with chil

hen, they burst out laughing. The sound was ha

r eye. "You're delusional. Did you hit your head,

t a boring nobody like you," Kian

nd herself. She just stared at them, a

g-d

d insistent. A maid came running

at Britteny. "There are... there are

her hair, assuming it was her soc

, standing up. "Som

a slower pace, holding the children's hands. She

k front door

th military precision, scanning the room, their earpieces g

. She took a step back, intimidated

eaned on a silver-tipped cane, his

own spit. He recognized that face. It was

West?" Kia

Britteny. He walked straight past

her a slight, formal nod. The gestur

hit the floor. She looked l

through the silent foyer. "Mr. West has agreed t

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Bound By Blood: His Unwanted Contract Bride
Bound By Blood: His Unwanted Contract Bride
“Four years ago, I was drugged on a luxury yacht and ended up pregnant with twins. I raised them in secret, enduring my stepfamily's daily abuse, until the billionaire West family patriarch cornered us at the airport. He instantly recognized my son's face-an exact replica of his ruthless grandson, Bernardo West. My malicious stepmother and stepsister immediately leaked to the press that I was a delusional gold-digger using fake kids to trap a billionaire. They wanted the West family to destroy me to save their own social standing. Bernardo himself looked at me with pure disgust, demanding a DNA test. "If you ever lie to me, I will take the children, and I will make you wish you were never born." I didn't want his money. I was a victim of that night too, left with a crescent-shaped bite mark on my collarbone and zero memory of who set us up. Why did someone drug us? And how could I protect my babies from a corporate predator who could crush me with a snap of his fingers? But when the DNA test came back 99.9999% positive, I didn't cower. I showed him the scar he left on me, looked the most dangerous man in the country right in the eye, and made my demand. "If you want to claim your heirs, you have to marry me."”