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Bound By Contract To The Secret Tycoon

Bound By Contract To The Secret Tycoon

Author: Yan Huo
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1411    |    Released on: Today at 14:05

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at. Her stomach churned, a heavy block of nausea settling just below her ribs. She stared at the concrete steps of City Hall. This contract marriage-an agreement her

ir bloodlines. But that was another era. Chloe had never even met Harrison Montgomery until two weeks ago, when a lawyer showed up at her doo

she wanted to, but because she couldn't

had no special markings, just a clean,

raped over his broad shoulders with a precision that made Chloe take a half-step back. He s

ich was flushed red from the cold. A muscle in his ja

radiating from the cardboard sle

it," h

ps brushed against his knuckles. A sharp jolt sho

slosh over the plastic lid. A single, sca

ed, her should

led out a pristine white handkerchief. Without asking for pe

r wrist away, but his large hand clamped down on h

lded the handkerchief, shoved it back

t tight. "Harrison," she said qui

his head

cause their grandfathers shook hands fifty years ago. You're a free man. You can walk away right

But something shifted behind hi

y grandfather made on his deathbe

" Chloe said. Her voice waver

y word is not conditional on convenience, Miss Price. Your grandfather t

nness. She had seen it before-in her own father, before he drank himself into an early

neakers. "Fine," she whispered.

ply turned toward the g

he paperwork," he said. His vo

o one of profound deference. "Right this way, sir," the guard said, his voice dropping an octave in respect. Chloe noticed the unusual display of courtesy, but she simply assumed Harr

of drugstore lipstick slipped from her grasp and clattered onto the marb

k of dust off the casing with his thumb, and handed it back to her. Th

burned. The tight knot of defense i

window. The woman behind t

g this union voluntar

rrison turned his head and stared at her. His eyes wer

nodded

counter. Chloe picked up the pen. Her hand sh

cript of a man who managed construction sites for a living. Chloe stared at the aggressive loops of ink. Did he do something else before this? A d

clerk said. "Stand to

stood stiff as a board, leaving a full f

," the photogra

m resting against the small of her back. He did not let his palm to

wide, startled eyes and a microscopic

te. Chloe stared at the thick paper. Her nam

ed across the lobby and pushed through the

to face her, his broad shoulders completely

gs and move into my apar

ing. "Tonight? I am not ready f

n. If we maintain separate residences, the elders will question the va

waiting at home, ready to charge her rent for a room that

her teeth on her lip. He reached into

and the gate

iver, Alex, stepped out and opened the rea

ison said. "Ale

nted it for the occasion. She ducked her head and slid into t

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Bound By Contract To The Secret Tycoon
Bound By Contract To The Secret Tycoon
“To escape my greedy stepmother, I signed a marriage contract with a cold, rigid construction manager, expecting a miserable life of poverty. But the moment the ink dried, I realized I had severely misjudged the man I just married. He wasn't a broke blue-collar worker. He lived in a multi-million-dollar penthouse, spoke flawless business French, and cooked gourmet meals while forbidding me from doing chores. Most bizarrely, he dodged my physical touch like it was a live wire. He gave me a massive separate bedroom. When a speeding bike nearly hit me on the street, he yanked me to safety, only to violently shove himself away a second later, seemingly terrified of holding a woman. I decided to test him, stating I wanted to delay having children for our fake marriage. "I will respect your wishes entirely and shield you from my family," he answered perfectly. The puzzle pieces snapped together in my mind. The immaculate apartment, the commanding presence, the absolute refusal to be intimate. I was absolutely certain: my wealthy fake husband was gay, and I was just his beard. Relieved that I wouldn't have to sleep with a stranger, I happily relaxed into my new role as his supportive best friend. But as elite job offers mysteriously began landing in my inbox, I started to realize my "gay" husband was hiding a much deeper, far more dangerous obsession.”