The Fallen Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage

Chapter 3

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ked slowly toward

heavy oak door shut. The lock cl

he cool, polished wood. A shaky,

ne-stained uniform. She balled up the wet fabric and

osure. She turned the brass handle, cranking t

ter rained

r nails into her scalp, washing away the stick

y allowed herself to cry. The tears mixed with the shower water. Her father

the water. Her skin was flushed

eated rack. She wrapped it tightly around her body,

ged vanity mirror. She wiped

She forced her spine to straighten. She locked

r and stepped cautiously back

in darkness, illuminated only by the neon city

ther armchair in the dar

nated his sharp jawline. H

sudden sight of the cherr

ed into the ambient light. His predatory eyes lock

ipped with dark sarcasm. "How easily Beverly

ap. Ila's innate pride flared up,

oldly. "But I don't need your pity. An

ht toward the entryway, intending to leave the

r hand grasped the

ast for a man his size. His tall frame blocked the a

at just quietly acquired your father's medical debt will have him transferred to an underfunded

ard her knuckles turned stark whit

She stared at him in abs

ps were completely silent on the thick carpe

ed thumb traced the delicat

t. She refused to look away

tated matter-of-factly. "And you need protecti

xactly do you want from me

. He took a half-step b

. "A legally binding, t

. The sheer absurdity of the w

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The Fallen Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage

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“Ila, a fallen Beverly Hills heiress, was working as a lowly waitress to keep her dying father's life support machines running. But at a luxury mansion party, her former friends intentionally tripped her, poured red wine over her head, and shoved her into the pool. Her ex-fiancé, Jaret, just watched her humiliation in deafening silence. Desperate for cash, she took a degrading gig at an exclusive yacht party, only to be cornered by Flint Keaton, a ruthless Hollywood mogul. Flint violently assaulted her, ripped off her mask, and revealed a sickening truth to the laughing crowd. "Did he tell you?" Flint mocked loudly. "It was Jaret's signature that authorized the short-selling of the Meyers trust." Jaret's family had profited millions on the exact day her father had his heart attack, and now Jaret stood by while Flint threatened to drag her to his private cabin. Cornered against the yacht's railing with the churning ocean below, Ila's heart shattered completely. She didn't understand how the man she once loved could orchestrate her family's total destruction, leaving her to be torn apart by these elite wolves. Through the flashing strobe lights, her panicked eyes locked onto a solitary figure watching from the VIP balcony. Conner McCormick, the terrifying billionaire who had previously demanded her absolute submission in exchange for his protection. Shedding her last shred of pride, Ila broke through the crowd, scrambled up the metal stairs, and threw herself at his feet. "I accept your proposal!" she screamed over the ambient noise, begging him in front of the entire party. "Marry me! Own me! Do whatever you want with me! Just save me from him!"”