My Contract Husband Is A Cursed Billionaire

Chapter 3

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h her thin indoor clothes, raising goosebumps on her skin. A wave of dizziness washed over her, an

no plan. Just the desperat

o force her legs to move, a sleek black Be

as shoved open from the inside. A man in an impeccably tailored

with violent convulsions, a strangled g

e felt it. A foul, cloying energy rolling off the man in waves. It was the unmistakable stench o

nfirm the final details of his impending marriage, but the curse that had plague

edles were piercing his organs, sett

the last dregs of the life force she had ju

him, beneath the layers of dark magic. An incredibly

orarily sever the curse's hold on him, she might be able to... borrow a sliver of his

hesitate

of his torment, Aurelio forced his eyes open. He saw a blurry figure,

y drew a small, sharp symbol on his forehead. Then, she pressed her palm flat against his chest,

ritual, creating a temporar

g back the searing pain, encasing the curse in a shell of ice. T

is vitality into herself. It was like a drop of clean water in a po

urelio's breathing evened

arkness at the edge of her vision swallowing everything. With a fina

ith a smear of blood on her lips. The same woman who had just performed a miracle. For years, the wor

be his fiancée. Seraphina Sharp. And yet, she looked nothing like the woman in the

he was terrifyingly light, as if she we

ntley and carefully laid

ed his driver, his voice steady despi

scious woman who had saved him. He didn't know who she r

ot letti

to wake. And then, he

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My Contract Husband Is A Cursed Billionaire

Jenn Curlin Fantasy

“As the eldest daughter of the Sharp family, I was treated worse than a stray dog, while my younger sister Seraphina was their precious princess. When the family needed someone to marry a dying billionaire heir, they naturally chose me to take her place. To force my consent, my brothers held a peanut butter sandwich to my face-knowing it was a lethal allergy-while dangling my EpiPen just out of reach. On speakerphone, my own mother sighed in annoyance. "Let her die. It might be for the best." I choked out an agreement just as my throat closed up. But the forced engagement broke my sacred mystical vow, causing me to violently cough up my own lifeblood. Seeing the blood, Seraphina dramatically fainted. My brothers instantly carried her to the hospital, stepping over my dying body and leaving me to bleed out on the cold marble floor. I had to use a forbidden blood rune, draining my last ounce of strength, just to survive the night. Even the mystical Order I served offered no comfort, calling only to demand I secure ten billion dollars for them or forfeit my soul for eternity. Abandoned by my blood family and my spiritual master, I was completely alone, left with nothing but a broken body and a ticking clock. But they made one fatal mistake: they let me live. I turned to the dying heir they forced me to marry, a man plagued by a dark curse only I could cure. "I will be your wife, and I will save your life," I told him. In exchange, I would use his unimaginable wealth and power to make everyone who threw me away pay the ultimate price.”