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

The Runaway Heiress's Accidental Contract Marriage

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 774    |    Released on: Today at 10:32

ning light. Annabelle sat at the long mahoga

across the table. She wa

Wall Street Journal. Every time he lifted his coffee cup, his movements were

wspaper. His eyes caught hers.

he quickly looked down at her

ing her purse onto a chair. She caught the

, sitting down. She looked directly at Davion. "Davion, y

abriella, I can take the Long Islan

It's no trouble at all, Anna. I'm heading to th

t of Davion's Aston Martin. The cabin was small and intimate. The scent

ened intently, asking smart questions about the digital illustration process. Ann

ice building, he smiled and

as he drove away. But as the car disappeared int

the girl he was contractually obligated to marry. Holding this secret felt like a lie

set her silver fork down on her porcelain plate. The

iella... I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking me in. But I got my fi

room went d

She reached across the table and grabbed Annabe

Her voice carried the weight of a matriarch. "Annab

mered, feeling terrible. "I just... I can't kee

second longer than necessary. There was a calculating, knowing gleam in the older woman's gaze-a lo

but possessed an unyielding, authoritative strength. "My dear, this house i

nt right now is nearly impossible. I insist you stay at least until after Thanksgiving. W

, squeezing her hand. "If you le

er, without a warm family table. The genuine desire in their eyes

slowly nodded. "Okay

d, throwing her

t the window at the moonlit lawns. She had tried to leave, but fate-and Eleanor-had forced her to stay. S

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
The Runaway Heiress's Accidental Contract Marriage
The Runaway Heiress's Accidental Contract Marriage
“To escape an abusive ex who blacklisted her from every job in the city, Annabelle fled to New York with nothing but her late grandfather's secret marriage token. Destitute, she was unexpectedly taken in by the ultra-wealthy Barrera family. Meeting their sweet, handsome nephew, Davion, she naturally assumed he was her arranged fiancé. Seeing that Davion already had a girlfriend he loved, Annabelle felt a deep sense of guilt about the secret contract. Sitting in his passenger seat one morning, she confessed her true identity and offered to help him secretly break the marriage alliance. But Davion just looked at her in sheer panic. "What engagement?" Before Annabelle could explain, his phone accidentally went on speaker. A low, terrifyingly calm voice echoed through the car. It was Jasper Barrera-the ruthless, cold-blooded head of the family, and the terrifying tyrant Annabelle had accidentally offended in the estate's greenhouse just days ago. He had heard every single word of her plan to break the sacred family trust. Davion's face went completely ashen as he hastily pulled the car over, his hands shaking violently on the steering wheel. "Anna," he whispered, looking like he had just seen a ghost. "Who do you think you are engaged to?" That was when the horrifying realization crushed the air out of her lungs. She wasn't engaged to the sweet nephew. She was engaged to the monster.”