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Bound By The Ice God's Contract

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 480    |    Released on: Today at 19:44

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Bound By The Ice God's Contract
Bound By The Ice God's Contract
“After my parents died, the wealthy Hayes family took me in. Their son, Xavier, was my only anchor in this world. But he ruthlessly dumped me to get engaged to Babette, the girl who had bullied me since high school, just for a more advantageous match. To destroy them, I did the unthinkable. I slept with the one man Babette was obsessed with-Beckett Sterling, the terrifying captain of the Chicago Stallions. I ended up signing a humiliating contract, selling myself as his fake girlfriend, forced to live in his gilded cage on call 24/7. When my adoptive family found out about my new connection, they didn't care about my dignity. They lured me to a hypocritical family dinner. "If you could put in a good word for us with Mr. Sterling for our new project, it would be a tremendous help," my adoptive father demanded. "Chloe, I know I was wrong. Please, just give me another chance," Xavier pleaded, just to secure the deal. I stared at their greedy faces, a wave of pure rage washing over me. I realized they never loved me; I was just a piece of charity they could sell out for profit. I smiled coldly, told them our debt was paid in full, and walked out the door. As I got into the taxi heading back to Beckett's penthouse, I wasn't afraid of the devil waiting for me anymore. Because tonight, I finally had nothing left to lose.”