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A Contract Marriage With My Nemesis

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 730    |    Released on: 30/04/2026

's underground parking garage. She pulled open the heavy doo

adrest and let out a long, shaky breath. Her lungs

senger seat. She immediately twisted around an

panic. She tapped her tablet screen frantically. "The hashtag

d her palms, but it grounded her.

otion. "State that the engagement is terminated. Make sure you heavily imply th

ssly her boss was moving, but her fingers instantly

he floor-to-ceiling window. He watched the hotel security ph

and dialed his executive assistant,

" Johnathan ordered, his voice flat and bus

e. "Sir," Cameron hesitated. "Are you sure? That ph

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moving Lincoln, Thea sucked

the center console, pushing it into Elena's

red at th

s the high-definition photo beneath

of her lower back, right where her dress was torn. The angle of the shot was incredibly intimate,

angle. It was taken from the back of the room, r

xact, impossible angle inside his own private suite. Johnathan. He had orchestrated

instantly flipped. People were calling her a hypocrite, accusing her of using Da

creen flashed red. Conway Media's stock was ta

o hard the cardboard buckled.

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ep breath, forcing the red haze of

raw files to prove it's real. Denyi

he driver to turn around. G

ndow. The Manhattan skyline blurred past them

n and Haylee anymore. Johnathan had just forced hims

against the pavement as it pulled into the VIP un

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“My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark. He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity. They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund. It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation. When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring. "I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this." In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger. That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life. Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand. How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly? Why did they have to tear my entire life apart? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago. But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort. It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street. Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.”