Betrayed Heiress: The Billionaire's Contract Bride

Chapter 4

Word Count: 715 | Released on: 21/10/2026

ow hum of the V12 engine. With a sharp snap, Caesar closed the gold lighter, plunging

dcast cheap porn at a hotel?" Caesar's voice carried zero

her fingers rising to rub the tip of

king back what

cking out the light from the windshield. He caught her chin between his thumb an

f into a tabloid circus act?" His breath brushed a

n reflection in his dark pupils. The cramped space

ed the board meeting tomorrow to legally swallow my twenty percent

sed on her jaw for a fraction of a second before he

the capital market, there are ten thousand untraceabl

jaw, her fear giving

so of course you can say that!" Aria raised her voice.

to raise the soundproof partition. Caesar leaned against the leather headrest, pulling a ciga

oble title as a husband..." Aria sucked

ped dead. He turned his head slowly

" Caesar ground the wor

ature, Aria shrank back against the c

Since you only needed someone

m. Aria gasped as her chest slammed into the hard muscle beneath his suit jacket. He wrapped one arm around he

Whitfield family lets you w

est, feeling the rapid, heavy thud of

ted her waist, but his g

roperty," Caesar murmured, lowering his head until his lips nearly brushed

h against her neck sending a s

a Central Park penthouse. As the car rolled to a stop, Caesar released her abrupt

hing his door open and ste

seat, gasping for air as she stared at

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“My parents passed away, leaving me as the sole heir to the Dale family's twenty percent trust fund. But the people I trusted most-my fiancé and my own cousin-conspired to steal it all. They sent masked thugs to a cliffside, forcing me to jump into the freezing Atlantic Ocean. While I was drowning in the abyss, they were at the Waldorf Astoria, throwing a lavish engagement party. My fiancé put on a pained face for the cameras, claiming he would manage my shares in my memory. My cousin leaned against his chest, wearing the couture gown meant for my wedding. They thought they could murder me, roll around naked on my bed, and swallow my fortune without a trace. They truly believed I was just a stupid bimbo who deserved to be played and thrown away. But I didn't die in that pitch-black water. Instead, I was fished out by Wall Street's most ruthless billionaire, Caesar Whitfield. To survive and protect my inheritance, I signed a top-secret marriage agreement with him. The very next night, wearing a black silk dress, I kicked open the heavy doors of their engagement banquet. "My dear fiancé, my funeral hasn't even been held yet, and you're already rushing to marry my cousin?" I held up the USB drive containing their sex tape, backed by my new husband's heavily armed security team. It was time to take back what belonged to me.”