The Tycoon's Unwanted Contract Wife

Chapter 8

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perature in the room ha

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ntrol

ly. His heavy body pinn

pen in terror. She pushed her hands against

t. The restraint he had fought for hours was com

is," he growled a

protests. His hands were rough, tearing the fra

pilling down her cheeks. "

ising kiss. His body took over, driven by a primal, undeni

ntirely out of control. It lasted until the f

ke up again, th

t had been beaten. Her musc

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m last night were darker, more extensive.

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out onto the

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ely placed a large cera

he bowl was filled with a thick, dark green soup made of

ing directly at Annabel's flat stomach

The smell made her gag. Her hand sho

lently begged him to say somet

split second. A flash of intense guilt crossed his f

orts," he said flatly. He lo

st shred of hope died. She was no

breath, and forced the foul-

orner of his eye. His chest tightened p

ack. It screeched aga

nounced abruptly, grabbing his jacket. "I

ood up, her face completely blank, and follow

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“I married billionaire Gregorio Harrison to pay off my father's massive debt and keep my dying mother on life support. But his true love, Kiersten, drugged him with an aphrodisiac, and he used my body to survive the night. The next day, Kiersten threatened my mother's life with loan sharks, forcing me to sign a surrogacy contract because she was completely infertile. When Gregorio caught us together, he didn't care about the brutal bruises he had left on my skin. He thought I was blackmailing his beloved. He dragged me to his family estate, locking me in a room to be treated like a mindless breeding mare by his cruel mother. Later, Kiersten tricked me into a humiliating, nude painting session to save my mother's medical funds, setting me up for a media scandal. When Gregorio smelled her studio's incense on my clothes, he didn't ask for the truth. "If you're that desperate to sell yourself, I'll show you what a real transaction looks like." He violently assaulted me as punishment, shoved a digital money transfer in my face, and slammed the door behind him. I lay on the cold leather sofa, my body broken and my heart completely dead. Why did I have to suffer for their twisted love game? Why was my mother's life just a bargaining chip to them? The despair finally burned away, leaving only a cold, hard instinct for survival. I picked up my phone and dialed his rival, Dr. Martin. "I need you to secure my mother's hospital transfer right now."”