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Fifty Million Dollar Contract: My Enemy Husband

Fifty Million Dollar Contract: My Enemy Husband

Author: Eileen
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1131    |    Released on: Today at 20:08

e stale air. Sweat dampened the back of her neck, making her blonde hair stick to her skin. She closed her eyes, f

floor. She handed Eloise a bo

"You've been running this scene for fo

ly as she unscrewed the cap. Before she could take

dly against the floorboards. Her face was flus

"Julian Finch just agreed to give you a five-minute slot tomorrow morning.

r the wood. She covered her mouth with both hands. Her eyes burned with sudden heat. T

f the room, a pho

e excitement in the room like a physical blow. Eloise lowered

on the bench. The screen li

it to her ear. "Mom, I can't tal

pped through the speaker. It was cold. A

Julian Finch is letting me

voice was flat, devoid of any emotion. "Christian Clarke flew back into the city this

dug into the plastic case. The name Christian Clarke hit her ears, and all

oser, her brow furrowing. "

Her throat felt like sa

air and practically ran toward the exit. Clara called out her name, but El

it into her cheeks as she stepped onto the sidewalk. A black Lincoln Nav

The door clicked shut, sealing her

ne Chanel suit. She didn't say hello. Inste

evieve ordered. "You

g this? You know what he thinks of me. You know what h

er fifteen percent at the closing bell. The bank is taki

d out the tinted window. The blurred lights of Manhattan sped by, b

hick financial report. She tossed it onto Eloise's lap. The

ing its icy edge. "If we lose the company, we lose his premium care. A hundred ye

hook as she picked up the lipstick. She uncapped it and dragged the red color across her pale lips, stari

a three-Michelin-star restaurant near Central Par

gh heels wobbled slightly on the pavement. She

of expensive truffles and aged wine. Low jazz played from hidden speakers. The hostess led

ushed open a

ng her shiver. The lighting in the room was terrible, ju

stom-tailored black suit. He was slowly turning a

opening, he stopped mov

e. They were the color of a fro

ian Clarke still carried that same suffocating, heav

right, desperate smile. She grabbed

o see you," Genevieve said, her

even look at Genevieve. His gaze rema

link of crystal against wood echoed in the quiet room. The co

le that vibrated in Eloise's chest. "What exactly

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Fifty Million Dollar Contract: My Enemy Husband
Fifty Million Dollar Contract: My Enemy Husband
“Eloise was the untouchable Brandt family heiress, just one audition away from landing a lead movie role and escaping her golden cage. But overnight, her family's empire completely collapsed. With her father dying of heart failure, her mother forced her to beg the only man who could save them: Christian Clarke. Christian was the ruthless billionaire who had publicly humiliated Eloise in college, ripping up her love letter in front of a laughing crowd. Now, he tossed a fifty-million-dollar acquisition contract on the table. "What exactly is the Brandt heiress putting up for sale today?" To secure her father's medical care, Eloise was forced to sign a suffocating marriage contract, selling herself as a corporate tax shield. He moved her into his freezing penthouse and treated her like a purchased asset. He mocked her attempts to cook him dinner, yet pinned her against the wall with punishing, possessive kisses whenever she tried to pull away. Eloise's pride was entirely shattered. She didn't understand why he was doing this. If he hated her so much and only wanted revenge, why did his touch carry such an agonizing, desperate heat? Determined to survive, she went to her final audition and miraculously won the lead role, crying tears of joy because she had finally earned something on her own. She had no idea that the cold-blooded monster sleeping beside her had just secretly threatened to destroy all of Hollywood to give it to her.”