The Billionaire Revenge Contract

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y with the heaviness in my chest. The elegant decorations, neatly arranged tables, a

l families, a symbol of love and prosperity.

ng the silky material, and turning my head to look at my

uxedo, exuding strength and authority. Even f

lly met his face,

ame, Logan, felt too simple for someone who looked like that. I

htaking-almost unreal. For a split second, admiration flickered in me, but reality crashed

him to save my

rt skipped as I glided towards my groom. I stole another glance at him. His sharp blue eyes met mine, cold and unyi

sitant, I placed mine in his, surprised by i

, his voice polite b

lse, this was a celebration-a joyous occasion. But for me, it was a cruel reminder that my life was no longer mine. In just a fe

s was the first time I was seeing him in person

sigh, wishing I could breathe out th

my mind too clouded to focus. Then came the command

ands settled on my waist, and I stiffened. He lifted my veil, his piercing gaze lingering on my

e I could process the sensation, he pulled back, turning to smile at the cheering audience. My gaze met with my father's and gave me a proud th

waiting outside. The drive to Logan's mansion passed in

rawling estate before me: marble pillars, manicured gard

urtly, his deep voice pulling me from my thoughts.

s as I followed him. The interior was even more luxurious: a plush white co

htly. "Welcome, madam. I'm N

to be a maid, and again the word madam felt so stra

upstairs, I offered to

," she responded, tryin

o my room. Taking a deep breath, I carried the bag and began ascending the stairs. Mid

a strong hand caught m

Logan's sharp gaze bore into mi

, and I slumped on the floor. My brows furrowed in confusion as I tried to process why he pretended to save me. My

ser to me, his unyielding, stern expression making me q

ouse. You have more and more things to endure," he muttere

nd run away on my wedding day. This man isn't kind-he's a devil. Everything

echoed through the empty space, a painful reminder that I was now in

ld to my husband's beautiful hell, the weight of reality pressed me down against the co

as only th

y mind. "Why don't you run aw

a new reason to live, I scanned the room

up from the cold floor, not mindin

my waist, forcing me to turn, but the person was taller than me. However, the touch was a

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