icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

A Contract Marriage With My Nemesis

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 800    |    Released on: 30/04/2026

ipsed by a raw, suffocating terror. He couldn't meet Elena's gaze, his

ping just inches from him. She looked down at

et register. "You are going to take the fall for everything. Every s

call a press conference. You will stand in front of the ca

rd. "That will destroy his reputati

n Elena's eyes hit Haylee like a physical blow, forcing th

be, Darron? A ruined reputation, or ten years m

his sides. The veins on the back of his hands bulged aga

begged, his voice cracking, sounding pathet

up her smartphone, and tapped the screen, bringing up the dia

abbing her wrist to stop her from pressing call. "Ok

of intense physical nausea hit her. She ripp

r desk and slowly, deliberately scrubbed the skin wh

ed it, and pressed the intercom but

in quickly, clutching a thick stack of papers.

onto the desk right in front of Dar

as a morally bankrupt, cheating liar. The edges of his vi

picked up a pen and signed his name at the bottom of the

nd Elena saw pure, unadulterated disgust in Haylee's eyes directed at Darron for bein

ook. She smiled a

again. "Security. I nee

s walked into the room. They flanked Darron

forward, his head hanging low like a defeated

efore she turned and practically ran out the door

cked shut. The room

looked down at the street below, watching the media v

inally loosened. She let out a long, hea

you get those account numbers?" sh

eless body in her past life, the girl who had taken a bullet meant for her. The

stepped forward and wrapped her arms around

a second, but then slowly wrapp

er. "I promise you," she whispered fie

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
A Contract Marriage With My Nemesis
A Contract Marriage With My Nemesis
“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.”