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Fifty Million Dollar Contract: My Enemy Husband

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1661    |    Released on: Today at 20:08

rough the floorboards of the exclusive

rner of the VIP section. He stared blankly at the crowd

nked softly against the sides as he slowly swirled the amb

's number. Forty-seven seconds. He had hung up first, right after she whispe

to the sofa next to him. Jett held a martini

tt yelled over the loud music. "Relax, man. You wo

w that she had walked into it, he felt nothing but a sick, twisting rage. Not at her. At himself. Because ten year

IP section. They were flushed with alcohol and arrogance. They c

," one of them slurred, leaning heavily on the tab

k at him. He kept hi

to put his daughter on the negotiating table to sweeten the deal. That actress girl. The Brandt princess is a h

ched up. Not because the traders were saying anything new-but b

control-no shatter. He grabbed his suit jacket from

yelled, chasing after hi

ugh the heavy metal doors and stepped

ark grey Aston Martin parked at the curb. He yanked the do

ly pulled up to the curb outside the massive iron gate

ooked up at the sprawling stone facade. Only one window

the heavy oak side-door. He raised his fis

Then, the heavy

, wearing a thin silk nightgown. Her face was completely drained

t her nose. Her eyes widened in panic. Sh

flat against the wood. The door stopped moving

rough the floorboards of the exclusive

rner of the VIP section. He stared blankly at the crowd

nked softly against the sides as he slowly swirled the amb

to the sofa next to him. Jett held a martini

der someone," Jett yelled over the

IP section. They were flushed with alcohol and arrogance. They c

," one of them slurred, leaning heavily on the tab

k at him. He kept hi

to put his daughter on the negotiating table to sweeten the deal. That actress girl. The Brandt princess is a h

hed up. The veins on the back of his hand popped against his ski

rce. It didn't shatter. He grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the

yelled, chasing after hi

the heavy metal doors of the club and ste

hung up first. He stared at the screen. Ten years of suppressed jealousy, anger, and a sick, twisted need for

open, slid into the driver's seat, and hit the ignition. The engine roared to life

ly pulled up to the curb outside the massive iron gate

ooked up at the sprawling stone facade. Only one window

private entry. He didn't bother looking for the doorbell. He balled his hand into a fist an

Then, the heavy

, wearing a thin silk nightgown. Her face was completely drained

t her nose. Her eyes widened in panic. Sh

nst the wood. The door stopped moving instantly. His gri

istian stepped into the narrow entryway and reached behind him, s

ackward until her spine hit the cold pla

ds flat on the wall on either side of her head, cagi

ice was rough, scraping against his throat. "Is that h

s heavy, hot breath. Her chest rose and fell rap

onfession to him. The rag

er jaw. He forced her head back around so she had to look at him. H

ak, he crashed his m

g. Eloise let out a muffled gasp of shock. She raised her hands a

ed her arms behind her back, pressing his heavy body flu

A sharp pain flared, followed by the metal

body went limp against the wall. A single, hot tear escaped her eye and slid do

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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.”